Little Devotional (Kyrie)

[Anavel Gato (Nunchaku)]

Gold Saucer! The best place on Gaia if you were to ask Anavel Gato. So what was the Turk's Handsome Beast doing here? Enjoying the little time that he would have to himself before returning back to the Turks. Chances of him getting back into Turks were slim, but without it he was missing a portion of his life. He was sure no one would have forgot who he was no matter how long hiatus was. He was too LIVELY to ever forget. "Oh! It's been so long since I've been here!" He said, happily, "Like, I wonder if they still have those chocobo races?"

Anavel stared up at the huge welcome sign that laid out before him, running his hand through his flawless blond hair. The smile on his face grew even more wide as he remembered the limitless possibilities for fun this place held. He long forgotten the fear his held while riding on the cable car. Nothing could ruin this day that he was going to have. He walked up to the clerk at the desk, smiling ever so happily. "Lifetime pass right here buddy!"

He lifted the his lifetime pass up, letting the man look over it. Nodding, the man finally allowed Anavel to enter. As Anavel marched in he hummed to himself, enjoying the surroundings and the sounds it offered. Maybe when he returned to the Turks they all could come here as a welcome back party for him. "Hey! YOU!" Anavel turned only to be hit in the jaw with a hard right hook.

He fell back to the ground, using his left hand to rub his jaw. "What--Why'd you do that?" Anavel slowly stood back to his feet, eyeing the man. The boy's smile had faded and he now had a puzzled expression upon his face. The man cracked his knuckles as three of his friends circled around Anavel... This was not good at all.

"You! That suit! You're ShinRa scum! You destroyed our town!"

Technically, Anavel did not destroy anything. If he remembered correctly the town be destroyed was AVLANCHE doing. Either way, Corel had been wasted so saying anything would just be useless. Honestly, Anavel had forgotten he was wearing his suit. "Like, I don't want any trouble," He spoke, "I'm sorry. I'll just leave now." He looked at the man before pressing through the circle of his friends.

Bam!

Anavel fell to the ground again after being hit with a glass bottle. He winced at the pain as he felt the back of his head for blood... No blood, but he would definitely have a lump. "Being sorry isn't gonna bring my town back, is it pretty boy?" He staggered back to his feet, feeling whoozy from the blow. It was only four guys that he could take down easily, even in his whoozy state. No, he was not going to fight them because it's what they wanted. "Again, i'm sorry. I'm going to leave now," He spoke calmly, "Now if you would please step aside and allow me to."

[Kyrie "Heaven" Fallen]

Music: Dragonfly
Attire: Air
Word Count: 635

The Fallen Feather;; .:No one is born evil into this world, the way I see it... we all have a choice, our paths can only be woven by us:.

Finally, somewhere fun with lots of people and bright lights. At the moment she was watching dancers go by in a parade, a smile spread across her soft pink lips, well at least it wasn't over the top, the music was fine and the dancers were dressed in pretty outfits. In fact, the music was quite upbeat, it almost made her want to dance, but she knew she'd be no good.

With a smile, she moved away from the crowd that watched the parade and went off to find something she could do on her own. Looking around, she began to wonder what she could enjoy, unfortunately roller coasters scared her, especially if they were really fast, but the cable cart was an exception, she loved being up high, overlooking the limitless black sky that would be adorned with the glitter of fireworks that occasionally went off.

Once she noticed a cake stall, Kyrie was about to happily walk over if it hadn't been for the sudden commotion she heard not far from her. Eyebrows arched as her silvery eyes gazed upon what was occurring. What the--? What was going on? Wait... looking closer, Kyrie noticed what the blond haired man was. A Turk? Sure, they were trouble, or so she's heard... but this was a one against four fight, she hated unfair fights.

As soon as she saw the blond be hit over the head with a glass bottle, that was all she could take. Knowing it was none of her business, but Kyrie chose to run over and at least attempt to end this madness. "Stop!" she cried, standing with her back to the young Turk, scowling at the men who appeared startled for a short while "sorry won't bring back your town? Well, neither is beating this man up! You'll get no satisfaction! Whatever has happened has clearly affected you, but dwelling on it will do you know good! You can't fix it by doing this! So I suggest you leave this man alone!"

What was she doing? Getting into something that she had no clue about. But, still... obviously what these men were doing to the blond Turk was wrong, right? She had to admit, she was right... no good would come to dwelling on something bad, the best and wisest thing to do would be move on and restore the pieces of your life.

She didn't care if the men were still there, Kyrie quietly turned to face the blond Turk, he seemed a little woozy, fighting would definitely not be good for him. "If you want a fight, find it with someone who actually wants to..." she said sternly before holding the Turk's arm and moving him away from the men, concerned that his dizzied state would cause him to fall.

When she reached a bench, she set him down on it before crouching in front of him. She looked beside her, the men seemed to take in her words a few moments ago and decided to just leave it at that, they'd most likely drink their sorrows away.

[Anavel Gato (Nunchaku)]

This was not going well at all. From the smirks on the guys faces, Anavel knew that they were not going to let him walk away. He did not want to have to fight his way out, but it seemed like it would be the only option at the moment. He slowly looked over each one of the man, thinking of which he would take out first if the situation called for it. He staggered a bit, but regained his balance. "You're going to be sorry because the only way you're leave here is with a few more bruises!"

Well, wasn't this guy tough? Anavel let out a deep sigh as he situated himself to best counter any attacks that they threw at him. I should attack first and lower their numbers. Suddenly, a female's voice came from the crowd of people who seemed to gather around. Someone was defending a Turk? Anavel's eyes scanned around until it found the person that the voice had left. A female, a beautiful female. As she spoke Anavel nodded, she had taken the words that Anavel wanted to say but felt he had no place speaking since he was a former Turk.

The four guys basically just told the scolding from the woman, swallowing their pride for the moment. "Thank you..." As she help him to the bench, Anavel smile creeped back upon his face. Did this woman like Turks? He was relief that the men decided to leave him alone, but his day was pretty much ruined. Enjoying Gold Saucer would not be the same. "So, like, are you my knight in shining armor?" He said softly, "Thank you. I'm fine so please go enjoy yourself."

He winked at her and then felt the lump on the back of his head. Yes, he was still woozy and now he was bleeding. He looked at the blood that was now on his hand. Great! Now his hair was going to be ruin! Luckily, it did not seem to be much blood. This woman had did enough for Anavel and he was not going to ask anymore of her. He continue to smile as he stood up to try and search for the restroom. Sadly, when he took two steps he fell, hitting the ground hard. "Like, I might be a little more dizzy then I thought," He said softly, "I guess I can scratch being hit with a glass bottle off my bucket list now."

[Kyrie "Heaven" Fallen]

Music: Dragonfly
Attire: Air
Word Count: 635

The Fallen Feather;; .:No one is born evil into this world, the way I see it... we all have a choice, our paths can only be woven by us:.

Well, that was a relief. Rising herself up to the point where she was now standing straight, a light smile appeared on Kyrie's lips. He seemed alright, though she could've been wrong, but he really did seem so despite his dizziness. "It really is no problem, I just hope you're alright..." she said in her usual soft tone, a look of concern appeared "I can't stand large numbers against smaller ones... not to mention, it wasn't fair what they were doing..."

Hopefully his head hadn't taken to much damage as what he said next somewhat caught her off guard. A knight in shining armour? Really? Honestly, some people these days. Still, it placed a warmer smile on her face. "I'm afraid not," she giggled lightly, placing her hand to her mouth "a knight sounds a little too heroic, just merely a helping stranger, as much as I dislike the particular doings of the Turks, I can tell what's right and what's wrong... like I said, those men were in the wrong."

Quite surprisingly, he didn't seem to need her anymore, so maybe he really was alright, but something about him was a little off. Was he sad about something? Then again, giving the situation, the poor Turk's fun must've been ruined by those men, how could she possibly leave him like this? Before she could even help him after seeing the blood on his hand, he was already on the floor. Her body jolted and shuddered as it was almost as if she felt him hit the ground hard.

"Really?" she sighed, placing her hands on her hips as she looked down at him, the poor thing looked kinda dazed and helpless, with another sigh she helped him back up off the ground, shaking her head at him as if he were typical "I'm not the type to just leave someone when they're like this."

Hoping to brighten the mood up a little, she turned her head and smiled warmly at him. "Hehe, looks like you have a date now! Can't have you getting into any trouble now, can we?" she carefully held onto his arm to hold him up and tilt her head to the side so her hair fell over her shoulders "I'm Kyrie, by the way, Kyrie Fallen, it's so very nice and unexpected to meet you."

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[Anavel Gato (Nunchaku)]

Was Anavel alright? Honestly, no. His head was still ringing and throbbing with pain, he was still dizzy, and pretty upet that his time was ruined. But the boy would never allow it to show up on his face and if he did it usually was not for very long. Naturally, he was a happy and positive person no matter what the situation was. The hardest decision Anavel ever had to make was joining Turks. Which was not hard at all, he just did not want to disappoint his parents in any way. "Don't worry about me. I'm perfectly fine. I take bottles to the back of the head all the time," He said jokingly, "So, like, you just helped me because I was outnumbered... Awwww, I was hoping it was because i'm extremely handsome."

But as she spoke on, Anavel came to see that she as not exactly a fan of Turks. Not many peple were so he should have expected it. They were lap dogs and nothing more. The higher ups give out their orders and the Turks followed them. It was sad, but Anavel saw it as them doing what is needed to help the planet. "Like, I could have totally handle those guys, but doing so would have proved nothing," He shrugged, "It would have just gave these people more incentive to hate Turks, to hate me."

After htting the ground, Anavel was pretty embarrassed. He had to look pretty pitiful laying there on the ground. If this were to get out to the other Turks they would never let him live this down. As she helped him back to his feet, Anavel leaned on his as she placed his arm around her shoulders. "Like, you can't seem to keep your hands off of me," He laughed slightly, "Jokes aside, you should leave me be. You don't want people to look at you as someone who likes Turks."

A date!? Oh, how cruel was Anavel's fate. He knew that it was a joke so he just smiled. Anavel was not boyfriend material. He was cute and adorable... That made him friend material, maybe even put him in the category of a little brother. "Date, right... It seems like my plan to use trouble to find a date worked. I'm a genius!" This girl was unique, appearance and all. Actually, it was very interesting. As she introduced herself Anavel waved slightly with his free hand. "Nice to meet you, Kyrie. I'm woozy, but most people call me Anavel. Anavel Gato," He smiled, "If you think this is bad then you totally don't want to go on a second date with me ever."