[ It is no sooner than her arrival that Aerith finds herself volunteering to look for survivors. A rebellion paving the way for her is hardly new to the woman, and so she slips into her "role" quite easily. Whether you've been asked to join her on her adventure, or volunteered yourself, you, too, shall find yourself in the wake of the destruction. In some way, the whole scene has turned from mere destruction to something sepulchrous. Far from stolid, Aerith makes her way carefully along the paved, dented road.

She had lead the way. Whether it was because she was always like this, or being cast as Dorothy had changed her into a leader is not something that is on her mind, but also not impossible. Aerith, at length, turns her head around, looking over her shoulder. As she moves, so do her long, brown braids. The spill over her shoulder, down her back like twin snakes. ]

Think we'll find Princess Ozma out here?

[ This may be her first real rodeo in Songerein, but Aerith takes to it like a bird takes to the sky. The city needs healing, it truly does, and while she thinks she could help out by handling some first aid, she doesn't think it's the real place for it. What calls to her is combat, and with the Arcane Scepter in her hand, she knows she's got this down pat. The sky darkens— not with storm clouds or the promise of another tornado, but with the looming threat of flying monkeys. A cluster of them encircle her and her clean up partner, but her green gaze is darting all around.

Her sights settle on one particular monkey, whose mere presence is damning. There's no tells about it, it is a gut feeling but it feels like it's being whispered to her: This one. Her lips pinch in a tight line before she responds. Aerith doesn't even look back to her battle companion: She readies a burst of Tempest from the Arcane Scepter. ]

You... You don't belong in this story.

[ It zips through the in a blinding white, and scorches a mark along the flying monkey. ]

That one!

[ The woman who settles into bed this time is cast in the role of Dorothy: A brunette with green eyes and a disarming smile. Those that recognize her are surely unsurprised by her agreeing to this plan, eagerly, and settling in for a nap. Once she's down for rest, though, it happens easily.

As slumber lingers over her, not quite taking her, Aerith tries to dredge up a memory. Something positive, something positive... What comes to mind is fresh memories, things that make her happy. The garden, you might think, or the church? No, no. Something fun, something playful, something more true to yourself, something built on honest displays of selfhood, of true beauty...

You find yourself before a building somewhere. There is cobblestone beneath your shoes, and the road is strewn with garbage. It feels like a back alley entrance, though it's far too attention grabbing for that. There are lights overhead in a cacophony of rainbow colors: Blue, pink, red, purple, and they drape everyone around you. There's a few people in civvie clothing hanging around, none of them particularly familiar looking. A nervous man in the back, talking to a woman who regards him calmly, someone dressed in ostentatious fashion merely passing through on their way to their true destination, but there is one familiar face.

Aerith stares back at you, then clasps her hands together, as if pleading. She is dressed in red, an expensive looking, feminine gown with a long, cheeky split along her leg that reaches her thighs. Her hair is decorated with red ribbon and flowers, and upon her neck and arms are stars. Bracelets, anklets, necklaces: Her jewelry has a very specific theming. ]

C'mon! Don't you want to save Tifa?

[ none of these tickle your fancy? feel free to toss me a wildcard! bring your own prompt, hit me with something we've plotted! aerith's been cast as dorothy, so i'd love to have her do the prompt into the poppy field, and am considering having her statue'd too. i also have an interest in having her do the yellow brick road dance. if you'd like to plot with me, please hit me up here, or PP me @ hagclub.

the last prompt is replicating the honeybee inn segment of ffvii remake. if you have something specific you'd like to do in that setting, let me know! otherwise, your character has also been cast as cloud strife. dance your emotions out! have fun with it! ]