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-:'''[[Negaduck]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> It is the Friday after such holidays. In Manhattan, one would affectionately call that particular holiday Thanksgiving or Turkey Day. Out in the ther places, who knows?<br /><br /> It is the Friday where all retailers open their shops early. It is th dreaded day known as Black Friday. It is the day where the businesses turn the most profit, or going to the black. Some say that the day's name stem from the many black eyes gotten from the dealings.<br /><br /> Welcome to Black Friday.<br /><br /> The store has not opened yet. Many of the people gather in line, crowded together. Everyone lurks. Many have camped out for days. Others have just arrived. Everyone is cold. Many are antsy and irritated. All of them have a checklist and what not. Others are sizing up the other shoppers, as if they are opponents of a battlefield.<br /><br /> In fact, many of them are sizing up their competition.<br /> <br />MEANWHILE!</span><br /><br /> "Oooh... Black Friday, my favorite time of day."<br /><br /> Within the store, it is oddly empty of all of the store personnel. Many of them are in the storage room, all tied up with two turret Heartless pointing their barrels at the tied clerks. The manager is tied, stripped, and gagged. He was a mouthy one, even as he was beaten.<br /><br /> "The violence, the rage, the chaos..." A bill gets a big whiff of the air. "...I love it." That bill belongs to a masked duck, who is now wearing the manager's uniform. No pants. <br /><br /> "You know the drill." Negaduck shoots an eye out.<br /><br /> Not all of the clerks were tied. In fact, the one who is not tied is shaking in fear. He has been assigned to opened the door. He is looking at Negaduck in fear. Why? Negaduck has a pistol in his hand, pointing right at his head.<br /><br /> "Remember, botch up your simple goal in life, and it'll be the last life you will EVER know."
+:'''[[Negaduck]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> It is the Friday after such holidays. In Manhattan, one would affectionately call that particular holiday Thanksgiving or Turkey Day. Out in the ther places, who knows?<br /><br /> It is the Friday where all retailers open their shops early. It is th dreaded day known as Black Friday. It is the day where the businesses turn the most profit, or going to the black. Some say that the day's name stem from the many black eyes gotten from the dealings.<br /><br /> Welcome to Black Friday.<br /><br /> The store has not opened yet. Many of the people gather in line, crowded together. Everyone lurks. Many have camped out for days. Others have just arrived. Everyone is cold. Many are antsy and irritated. All of them have a checklist and what not. Others are sizing up the other shoppers, as if they are opponents of a battlefield.<br /><br /> In fact, many of them are sizing up their competition.<br /> <br />MEANWHILE!<br /><br /> "Oooh... Black Friday, my favorite time of day."<br /><br /> Within the store, it is oddly empty of all of the store personnel. Many of them are in the storage room, all tied up with two turret Heartless pointing their barrels at the tied clerks. The manager is tied, stripped, and gagged. He was a mouthy one, even as he was beaten.<br /><br /> "The violence, the rage, the chaos..." A bill gets a big whiff of the air. "...I love it." That bill belongs to a masked duck, who is now wearing the manager's uniform. No pants. <br /><br /> "You know the drill." Negaduck shoots an eye out.<br /><br /> Not all of the clerks were tied. In fact, the one who is not tied is shaking in fear. He has been assigned to opened the door. He is looking at Negaduck in fear. Why? Negaduck has a pistol in his hand, pointing right at his head.<br /><br /> "Remember, botch up your simple goal in life, and it'll be the last life you will EVER know."
 :'''[[Leida]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> Greed. Greed was the basis of all human trade. Someone else had something, whether they made it or had aquired it through some other means. Someone else wanted it. In the days before civilizations mighty enough to enforce strict rules and regulations came to power many of these 'exchanges' were paid with blood as the strong took what they liked and the weak were left with nothing.<br /><br /> Fortunately, over time, society attempted to overcome this barbarism and established order and law so that the weak need not fear the strong. Just the rich. However, that spark of human nature did not die out simply because it was commanded. No, it lies there still, buried and hidden behind walls of pretty lies that call it other things. But greed... greed never changes.<br /><br /> On this day in particular tensions rode high as humanity's greed came to the fore in the threat of limited supplies. It was not unheard of for violence to erupt at these sales. Mothers and children, old and young, scrambling to collect the treasures that they desire all for low bargain prices. Many failed. Hatred would be harbored, grudges born anew, insults hurdles like spears. It was a gathering storm of darkness hovering over the hearts of all.<br /><br /> Black Friday, indeed.<br /><br /> For one drawn to the darkness in the hearts of men, this gathering was like a beacon in the night. A cauldron ready to spill over. Even the very threat of its inevitable erruption was enough to draw the attention of one being in particular.<br /><br /> Slowly, moving with delicate grace that spoke of incredible fraility or perhaps a slowness of the mind, a young girl makes her way through the crowd with blank unfocused eyes.
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 :'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>Tifa Lockhart smiles over to Deidra. She understands that the girl doesn't get out often among humans, but Goug/Midgar is a weird city too. People have seen lots of odd things, and they don't seem to care.<br /><br />Even if it wasn't Goug though, they would be all hypnotized by the sales anyway.<br /><br />She nods as she looks to Aerith "Of course, we're going back to the bar after this, but since Black Friday spread to here, might as well take a look at what's on sale too. Never know, could find something interesting for the bar, or should I say the bars now." She still has lots of work to go about those.<br /><br />She smiles to Deidra "We found you a few pieces of clothing you could use, but we'll have to check with Shiki when I can find her, about reinforcing them over. We could do it ourselves, but she's the fashion expert." she grins at that.
-:'''[[Negaduck]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> It's a bad day to be the store opener. <br /><br /> This one had seen war in his time. He was a ShinRa soldier who seen it all. He seen people die before him. He seen the thick of war. But he is an old, retired man. He is a simple employee of this great market where the sales bring forth chaos. <br /><br /> He gets flashbacks. He doesn't want to do this. However, his co-workers are in danger and he has a gun to his head.<br /><br /> So he moves. He shamefully moves towards the door. It is a slow walk. It is a walk of a man who is on Death Row.<br /><br /> As he gets his hands towards the keys, his hand shakes. The rattling key make its way towards the door.<br /><br /> Through the window, he has a pleading look as the door creaks open.<br /><br /> Calm dies...<br /><br /> ... and the storm rises...<br /><br /> Roaring feet trample through the doors as the bodies of people shove, elbow, rush, and tackle through in order to get into the shop. Cheers, screams, and other noises roar as the people move to their section.<br /> <br />MEANWHILE</span><br /><br /> "Well, chaos awaits." Negaduck grins towards the tied employees, idly walking out. "Oh yes, Number Fifty-Nine." Negaduck grins, "Take those parts to that digitized dork so he can get that network started."<br /><br /> Negaduck is not stupid. He looted the parts that he needed. However, he is here to incite and stoke the flames of carnage.<br /><br /> This is his play time. <br />
+:'''[[Negaduck]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> It's a bad day to be the store opener. <br /><br /> This one had seen war in his time. He was a ShinRa soldier who seen it all. He seen people die before him. He seen the thick of war. But he is an old, retired man. He is a simple employee of this great market where the sales bring forth chaos. <br /><br /> He gets flashbacks. He doesn't want to do this. However, his co-workers are in danger and he has a gun to his head.<br /><br /> So he moves. He shamefully moves towards the door. It is a slow walk. It is a walk of a man who is on Death Row.<br /><br /> As he gets his hands towards the keys, his hand shakes. The rattling key make its way towards the door.<br /><br /> Through the window, he has a pleading look as the door creaks open.<br /><br /> Calm dies...<br /><br /> ... and the storm rises...<br /><br /> Roaring feet trample through the doors as the bodies of people shove, elbow, rush, and tackle through in order to get into the shop. Cheers, screams, and other noises roar as the people move to their section.<br /> <br />MEANWHILE<br /><br /> "Well, chaos awaits." Negaduck grins towards the tied employees, idly walking out. "Oh yes, Number Fifty-Nine." Negaduck grins, "Take those parts to that digitized dork so he can get that network started."<br /><br /> Negaduck is not stupid. He looted the parts that he needed. However, he is here to incite and stoke the flames of carnage.<br /><br /> This is his play time. <br />
 :'''[[Leida]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> The dam breaks and the tides surge forward, unleashed upon the unsuspecting tranquility of the market. A human wave blasts into the doors carried forward by an utterly deafening surge of voices all vying for their place in the throng. The tenuous thread of decorum snaps instantly and chaos stretches its hoary claw over the crowd.<br /><br /> Having weaved her way through dozens of fidgetting and arguing bystanders, the odd young girl with the raven hair is caught in the middle of the explosion of motion and noise. People clamber to their feet and push together in an amorphous milling mass that sweeps up everything and everyone in its path with no hope of resisting.<br /><br /> She allows herself to be pulled along, arms and legs flailing all around, the torrent of voices so powerful that it blends together into a droning buzz in her head which consumes her thoughts and leaves her dazed. And in the abscence of her madness, something else rises to take its place...<br /><br /> A scintillating aura of faint purple light surrounds the small girl; a nimbus so thin that it is barely visible against her silhouette but the dark energy that it gives off is unmistakable. With so many pressed close and distracted no one notices the change. A small invisible ripple goes out through the crowd with the girl at its epicenter.<br /><br /> Suddenly, things begin to get violent. Hatred boils up from out of nowhere. Insults are thrown. Growls of anger and screams of pain echo out over the din. People fall, blood is spilled.<br /><br /> And in the chaos, dark haunting laughter rumbles in background.

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-:'''[[Negaduck]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> It is the Friday after such holidays. In Manhattan, one would affectionately call that particular holiday Thanksgiving or Turkey Day. Out in the ther places, who knows?<br /><br /> It is the Friday where all retailers open their shops early. It is th dreaded day known as Black Friday. It is the day where the businesses turn the most profit, or going to the black. Some say that the day's name stem from the many black eyes gotten from the dealings.<br /><br /> Welcome to Black Friday.<br /><br /> The store has not opened yet. Many of the people gather in line, crowded together. Everyone lurks. Many have camped out for days. Others have just arrived. Everyone is cold. Many are antsy and irritated. All of them have a checklist and what not. Others are sizing up the other shoppers, as if they are opponents of a battlefield.<br /><br /> In fact, many of them are sizing up their competition.<span class=" bold_bg_y fg_n">MEANWHILE!</span><br /><br /> "Oooh... Black Friday, my favorite time of day."<br /><br /> Within the store, it is oddly empty of all of the store personnel. Many of them are in the storage room, all tied up with two turret Heartless pointing their barrels at the tied clerks. The manager is tied, stripped, and gagged. He was a mouthy one, even as he was beaten.<br /><br /> "The violence, the rage, the chaos..." A bill gets a big whiff of the air. "...I love it." That bill belongs to a masked duck, who is now wearing the manager's uniform. No pants. <br /><br /> "You know the drill." Negaduck shoots an eye out.<br /><br /> Not all of the clerks were tied. In fact, the one who is not tied is shaking in fear. He has been assigned to opened the door. He is looking at Negaduck in fear. Why? Negaduck has a pistol in his hand, pointing right at his head.<br /><br /> "Remember, botch up your simple goal in life, and it'll be the last life you will EVER know."
+:'''[[Negaduck]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> It is the Friday after such holidays. In Manhattan, one would affectionately call that particular holiday Thanksgiving or Turkey Day. Out in the ther places, who knows?<br /><br /> It is the Friday where all retailers open their shops early. It is th dreaded day known as Black Friday. It is the day where the businesses turn the most profit, or going to the black. Some say that the day's name stem from the many black eyes gotten from the dealings.<br /><br /> Welcome to Black Friday.<br /><br /> The store has not opened yet. Many of the people gather in line, crowded together. Everyone lurks. Many have camped out for days. Others have just arrived. Everyone is cold. Many are antsy and irritated. All of them have a checklist and what not. Others are sizing up the other shoppers, as if they are opponents of a battlefield.<br /><br /> In fact, many of them are sizing up their competition.<br /> <br />MEANWHILE!</span><br /><br /> "Oooh... Black Friday, my favorite time of day."<br /><br /> Within the store, it is oddly empty of all of the store personnel. Many of them are in the storage room, all tied up with two turret Heartless pointing their barrels at the tied clerks. The manager is tied, stripped, and gagged. He was a mouthy one, even as he was beaten.<br /><br /> "The violence, the rage, the chaos..." A bill gets a big whiff of the air. "...I love it." That bill belongs to a masked duck, who is now wearing the manager's uniform. No pants. <br /><br /> "You know the drill." Negaduck shoots an eye out.<br /><br /> Not all of the clerks were tied. In fact, the one who is not tied is shaking in fear. He has been assigned to opened the door. He is looking at Negaduck in fear. Why? Negaduck has a pistol in his hand, pointing right at his head.<br /><br /> "Remember, botch up your simple goal in life, and it'll be the last life you will EVER know."
 :'''[[Leida]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> Greed. Greed was the basis of all human trade. Someone else had something, whether they made it or had aquired it through some other means. Someone else wanted it. In the days before civilizations mighty enough to enforce strict rules and regulations came to power many of these 'exchanges' were paid with blood as the strong took what they liked and the weak were left with nothing.<br /><br /> Fortunately, over time, society attempted to overcome this barbarism and established order and law so that the weak need not fear the strong. Just the rich. However, that spark of human nature did not die out simply because it was commanded. No, it lies there still, buried and hidden behind walls of pretty lies that call it other things. But greed... greed never changes.<br /><br /> On this day in particular tensions rode high as humanity's greed came to the fore in the threat of limited supplies. It was not unheard of for violence to erupt at these sales. Mothers and children, old and young, scrambling to collect the treasures that they desire all for low bargain prices. Many failed. Hatred would be harbored, grudges born anew, insults hurdles like spears. It was a gathering storm of darkness hovering over the hearts of all.<br /><br /> Black Friday, indeed.<br /><br /> For one drawn to the darkness in the hearts of men, this gathering was like a beacon in the night. A cauldron ready to spill over. Even the very threat of its inevitable erruption was enough to draw the attention of one being in particular.<br /><br /> Slowly, moving with delicate grace that spoke of incredible fraility or perhaps a slowness of the mind, a young girl makes her way through the crowd with blank unfocused eyes.
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 :'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>Tifa Lockhart smiles over to Deidra. She understands that the girl doesn't get out often among humans, but Goug/Midgar is a weird city too. People have seen lots of odd things, and they don't seem to care.<br /><br />Even if it wasn't Goug though, they would be all hypnotized by the sales anyway.<br /><br />She nods as she looks to Aerith "Of course, we're going back to the bar after this, but since Black Friday spread to here, might as well take a look at what's on sale too. Never know, could find something interesting for the bar, or should I say the bars now." She still has lots of work to go about those.<br /><br />She smiles to Deidra "We found you a few pieces of clothing you could use, but we'll have to check with Shiki when I can find her, about reinforcing them over. We could do it ourselves, but she's the fashion expert." she grins at that.
-:'''[[Negaduck]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> It's a bad day to be the store opener. <br /><br /> This one had seen war in his time. He was a ShinRa soldier who seen it all. He seen people die before him. He seen the thick of war. But he is an old, retired man. He is a simple employee of this great market where the sales bring forth chaos. <br /><br /> He gets flashbacks. He doesn't want to do this. However, his co-workers are in danger and he has a gun to his head.<br /><br /> So he moves. He shamefully moves towards the door. It is a slow walk. It is a walk of a man who is on Death Row.<br /><br /> As he gets his hands towards the keys, his hand shakes. The rattling key make its way towards the door.<br /><br /> Through the window, he has a pleading look as the door creaks open.<br /><br /> Calm dies...<br /><br /> ... and the storm rises...<br /><br /> Roaring feet trample through the doors as the bodies of people shove, elbow, rush, and tackle through in order to get into the shop. Cheers, screams, and other noises roar as the people move to their se<span class=" bold_bg_y fg_n ++ tion.
+:'''[[Negaduck]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> It's a bad day to be the store opener. <br /><br /> This one had seen war in his time. He was a ShinRa soldier who seen it all. He seen people die before him. He seen the thick of war. But he is an old, retired man. He is a simple employee of this great market where the sales bring forth chaos. <br /><br /> He gets flashbacks. He doesn't want to do this. However, his co-workers are in danger and he has a gun to his head.<br /><br /> So he moves. He shamefully moves towards the door. It is a slow walk. It is a walk of a man who is on Death Row.<br /><br /> As he gets his hands towards the keys, his hand shakes. The rattling key make its way towards the door.<br /><br /> Through the window, he has a pleading look as the door creaks open.<br /><br /> Calm dies...<br /><br /> ... and the storm rises...<br /><br /> Roaring feet trample through the doors as the bodies of people shove, elbow, rush, and tackle through in order to get into the shop. Cheers, screams, and other noises roar as the people move to their section.<br /> <br />MEANWHILE</span><br /><br /> "Well, chaos awaits." Negaduck grins towards the tied employees, idly walking out. "Oh yes, Number Fifty-Nine." Negaduck grins, "Take those parts to that digitized dork so he can get that network started."<br /><br /> Negaduck is not stupid. He looted the parts that he needed. However, he is here to incite and stoke the flames of carnage.<br /><br /> This is his play time. <br />
 MEANWHILE</span><br /><br /> "Well, chaos awaits." Negaduck grins towards the tied employees, idly walking out. "Oh yes, Number Fifty-Nine." Negaduck grins, "Take those parts to that digitized dork so he can get that network started."<br /><br /> Negaduck is not stupid. He looted the parts that he needed. However, he is here to incite and stoke the flames of carnage.<br /><br /> This is his play time. <br />
 :'''[[Leida]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> The dam breaks and the tides surge forward, unleashed upon the unsuspecting tranquility of the market. A human wave blasts into the doors carried forward by an utterly deafening surge of voices all vying for their place in the throng. The tenuous thread of decorum snaps instantly and chaos stretches its hoary claw over the crowd.<br /><br /> Having weaved her way through dozens of fidgetting and arguing bystanders, the odd young girl with the raven hair is caught in the middle of the explosion of motion and noise. People clamber to their feet and push together in an amorphous milling mass that sweeps up everything and everyone in its path with no hope of resisting.<br /><br /> She allows herself to be pulled along, arms and legs flailing all around, the torrent of voices so powerful that it blends together into a droning buzz in her head which consumes her thoughts and leaves her dazed. And in the abscence of her madness, something else rises to take its place...<br /><br /> A scintillating aura of faint purple light surrounds the small girl; a nimbus so thin that it is barely visible against her silhouette but the dark energy that it gives off is unmistakable. With so many pressed close and distracted no one notices the change. A small invisible ripple goes out through the crowd with the girl at its epicenter.<br /><br /> Suddenly, things begin to get violent. Hatred boils up from out of nowhere. Insults are thrown. Growls of anger and screams of pain echo out over the din. People fall, blood is spilled.<br /><br /> And in the chaos, dark haunting laughter rumbles in background.

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-:'''[[Negaduck]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> It is the Friday after such holidays. In Manhattan, one would affectionately call that particular holiday Thanksgiving or Turkey Day. Out in the ther places, who knows?<br /><br /> It is the Friday where all retailers open their shops early. It is th dreaded day known as Black Friday. It is the day where the businesses turn the most profit, or going to the black. Some say that the day's name stem from the many black eyes gotten from the dealings.<br /><br /> Welcome to Black Friday.<br /><br /> The store has not opened yet. Many of the people gather in line, crowded together. Everyone lurks. Many have camped out for days. Others have just arrived. Everyone is cold. Many are antsy and irritated. All of them have a checklist and what not. Others are sizing up the other shoppers, as if they are opponents of a battlefield.<br /><br /> In fact, many of them are sizing up their '<span class=" bold_bg_y fg_n ++ ompetition'.
+:'''[[Negaduck]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> It is the Friday after such holidays. In Manhattan, one would affectionately call that particular holiday Thanksgiving or Turkey Day. Out in the ther places, who knows?<br /><br /> It is the Friday where all retailers open their shops early. It is th dreaded day known as Black Friday. It is the day where the businesses turn the most profit, or going to the black. Some say that the day's name stem from the many black eyes gotten from the dealings.<br /><br /> Welcome to Black Friday.<br /><br /> The store has not opened yet. Many of the people gather in line, crowded together. Everyone lurks. Many have camped out for days. Others have just arrived. Everyone is cold. Many are antsy and irritated. All of them have a checklist and what not. Others are sizing up the other shoppers, as if they are opponents of a battlefield.<br /><br /> In fact, many of them are sizing up their competition.<span class=" bold_bg_y fg_n">MEANWHILE!</span><br /><br /> "Oooh... Black Friday, my favorite time of day."<br /><br /> Within the store, it is oddly empty of all of the store personnel. Many of them are in the storage room, all tied up with two turret Heartless pointing their barrels at the tied clerks. The manager is tied, stripped, and gagged. He was a mouthy one, even as he was beaten.<br /><br /> "The violence, the rage, the chaos..." A bill gets a big whiff of the air. "...I love it." That bill belongs to a masked duck, who is now wearing the manager's uniform. No pants. <br /><br /> "You know the drill." Negaduck shoots an eye out.<br /><br /> Not all of the clerks were tied. In fact, the one who is not tied is shaking in fear. He has been assigned to opened the door. He is looking at Negaduck in fear. Why? Negaduck has a pistol in his hand, pointing right at his head.<br /><br /> "Remember, botch up your simple goal in life, and it'll be the last life you will EVER know."
 MEANWHILE!</span><br /><br /> "Oooh... Black Friday, my favorite time of day."<br /><br /> Within the store, it is oddly empty of all of the store personnel. Many of them are in the storage room, all tied up with two turret Heartless pointing their barrels at the tied clerks. The manager is tied, stripped, and gagged. He was a mouthy one, even as he was beaten.<br /><br /> "The violence, the rage, the chaos..." A bill gets a big whiff of the air. "...I love it." That bill belongs to a masked duck, who is now wearing the manager's uniform. No pants. <br /><br /> "You know the drill." Negaduck shoots an eye out.<br /><br /> Not all of the clerks were tied. In fact, the one who is not tied is shaking in fear. He has been assigned to opened the door. He is looking at Negaduck in fear. Why? Negaduck has a pistol in his hand, pointing right at his head.<br /><br /> "Remember, botch up your simple goal in life, and it'll be the last life you will EVER know."
 :'''[[Leida]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> Greed. Greed was the basis of all human trade. Someone else had something, whether they made it or had aquired it through some other means. Someone else wanted it. In the days before civilizations mighty enough to enforce strict rules and regulations came to power many of these 'exchanges' were paid with blood as the strong took what they liked and the weak were left with nothing.<br /><br /> Fortunately, over time, society attempted to overcome this barbarism and established order and law so that the weak need not fear the strong. Just the rich. However, that spark of human nature did not die out simply because it was commanded. No, it lies there still, buried and hidden behind walls of pretty lies that call it other things. But greed... greed never changes.<br /><br /> On this day in particular tensions rode high as humanity's greed came to the fore in the threat of limited supplies. It was not unheard of for violence to erupt at these sales. Mothers and children, old and young, scrambling to collect the treasures that they desire all for low bargain prices. Many failed. Hatred would be harbored, grudges born anew, insults hurdles like spears. It was a gathering storm of darkness hovering over the hearts of all.<br /><br /> Black Friday, indeed.<br /><br /> For one drawn to the darkness in the hearts of men, this gathering was like a beacon in the night. A cauldron ready to spill over. Even the very threat of its inevitable erruption was enough to draw the attention of one being in particular.<br /><br /> Slowly, moving with delicate grace that spoke of incredible fraility or perhaps a slowness of the mind, a young girl makes her way through the crowd with blank unfocused eyes.