#⇧ | Earning Gil ( Meme Responses )

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EIGHT PEOPLE I'D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER

one / name / alias. Cae

two / birthday. 27, 07, 1992

three / zodiac sign. Leo && that is all I know.

four / height. 1.778 m - 5'10"

five / hobbies. video games, workingout, reading, writing/rp, picking through languages and dropping them cos I'm dumb.

six / favourite colours. black, silver, royale blue, forest green, wine red.

seven / favourite books. ASoIaF series, Harry Potter series, Phantom ( by Susan Kay ), Divina Comedia, Shakespeare. . . I could go on, mate.

eight / last song you listened to. TEN by Johnny Rain

nine / last film you watched. Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again. To the surprise of n o n e of the lads.

ten / inspiration for muse. Final Fantasy VII series. Just. the entirety of it. It has been one nearest and dearest in my heart for so long. && Cloud especially.

eleven / dream job. I would love to be an accomplished writer. Perhaps just in general, but would die to work at something like SquareEnix. H I R E M E N O M U R A YOU COWARD.

twelve / meaning behind your url. To Cloud––to MY Cloud--post ACC, one of the most important things to him is that he lives for those who fell along the way. Most specifically, Zack and Aerith. That's the short answer, anyway.

tagged by: several others on Luxord. Decided to finally do it here. May do it over there, too.

tagging: uhhh dunno who all has done it so just going to throw it at random. @maenadian @paradedeath @lunaris-ariolus @sacredflora @soldierlegacy @revolverized @spellwish @soldariusx @kuhato @kcystotheheart @gunslingir @heavenlyfists @enigmatias @caelumobscura && anyone else who wants to!!!

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andromeda ask meme - 2, 3, 4, 10, 20, 23, 25, 28, 30 for Claudia please!

2. Feelings on being the Pathfinder?

She’s happy to do it, but feels intimidated by the shoes she has to fill, even if it seems to have been her father’s will, not just a snap judgement to save her life.  

3. Your Pathfinder’s feelings on SAM?

She was on Eden Prime during Saren’s attack, and seeing her friends and colleagues being put on those spikes deeply affected her, particularly after she realized the husks she was killing to survive had been those same friends.  So she has a deep mistrust of AI in general, and it took both Alec and Josh (her twin) a long time to convince her to get the implant.  She basically felt the same way Drack does.  But she and SAM eventually bonded and it didn’t take as long as she anticipated for her to actually fully trust him with her life. 

4. When your comatose sibling asked about the current situation in Andromeda, did Ryder lie or tell the truth about Alec Ryder and Habitat 7? Why?

Claudia’s a fair liar, will lie to just about anyone if the situation warrants it, except her brother and her father.  So she told Josh the absolute painful truth when he asked, no matter how much it hurt her to say it or him to hear it, he appreciated her honesty when he finally woke.

10. Kadara: Did Ryder side with Sloane Kelley, or the Charlatan? Why?

The Charlatan; she didn’t entirely trust him, but she absolutely did not trust Sloane Kelley at all, not a single word she said.  She basically had Liam shadow her whenever she walked “alone” in Kadara Port, not trusting that Sloane wouldn’t take her out.

20. PeeBee: After launching the escape pod, Peebee asked if you were mad.  Were you? How did you handle Kalinda in the moment where she begs for Peebee’s help?

No, she wasn’t mad; by that point, she was more than used to PeeBee’s antics.  Drack was a little ticked though lolClaudia’s finger was on the trigger, but in the end, she let Kalinda live.  She figured no one, save maybe Sloane Kelley, deserved that kind of death.  And Kalinda was a valuable source of information and assets afterward.  So it all worked out in the end.

23. Does Ryder agree with Suvi’s spiritual perspective on the universe?

Yes.

25. Was Ryder supportive of Gil’s decision to become a father?

Yes.  

28. Upon boarding the Archon’s ship, Ryder discovers that the Kett have been experimenting on the Krogan.  Does Ryder rescue the Krogan captives, or opt instead to save the Salarian Pathfinder, Zevin Raeka?

She saved Raeka, but felt guilty every time she looked at Drack after that.  She felt like his words of “Earn this” to Raeka were also directed at herself, as she felt she had to re-earn his trust.

30. Ryder Family Secrets: Did Ryder unlock all of their father’s memories and encrypted logs?  I’ll leave this open-ended to encourage wordy responses, but how does Ryder feel about what they learned?

Absolutely.  She was almost frenzied in her search for the memory triggers, thirsty for more contact with her parents.  She never faulted Alec for all the secrets he kept from her and Josh, and probably from Ellen as well, knowing he had his reasons.  And though they were secrets, he never lied to them.  

She was amazed but not wholly surprised when she discovered what he’d done.  For as little as he ever outwardly showed it, she knew how much Alec loved all three of them and would do anything in his power to save any one of them.  

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@revolverized

☆  Loss & Grief Sentence Meme ☆

         Chest wracked as he was caught between the sensation of trying to inhale as the air itself was knocked from his lungs. Even now, when he thinks––FOOLS HIMSELF INTO THINKING, IS MORE THE LIKE--the wounds have scabbed over and the blood washed away, the pain wells up again. Fresh as the last images he held of her. Because he needs no further clues to Squall's meaning other than what has already been said.                   (   the tone says it all, though he envies how much more put together the other man seems when speaking. o' how HE strives for the same, if not better.   )          Head turns so sharply, it very nearly rattles the bones of neck. Hair sways like cloth of gold, swathing his features and shadowing his eyes––with not even the glow of MAKO peaking through the veil of blond spikes. Knuckles white as marble, bloodless in their taut position, jaw but a sharp line with the current of tension that ran through it as he held himself as still as was possible.                        ˝ I should have been there when it happened. ˝          Ah, it is a treacherous thing to agree to that. He wants to say that yes, he should have. But should haves, could haves. . . the other man will NEVER know how many times he has run it all through his mind, an endless stream until it passes like the final grains of sand through wide-splayed fingers. Until it became a blur with the broken stream of his mind and then. . . the clarity. Guilt only fully weighed as so many stones when he defeated Sephiroth, when he had nothing left on which to focus his drive.

         Guilt that was rightly HIS, not Squall's. He knew that, and so could not turn the force of his bottled feelings on an innocent party. That does not make it any easier for him to respond, and in fact, were they not both men prone to long silences, the other man may well have left long before he finally had his thoughts organised and emotions under control. It was with a slow exhale, bit truly a s i g h, that his shoulders finally unknotted and fell. Physically, the stance he had taken relaxed, but inward he was still a mess, out of sorts. Unfit to pretend he is not.          Yet try to pretend he does. && when he turns to lock their gazes, it lasts only a few moments before wavering. Then he is moving to walk past his ( ally? friend? ), only pausing to lift a hand, that hesitates only just, before gloved hand claps opposing man's shoulder lightly. ‘You couldn't. . . you couldn't have known,’ rough hewn words tumble from dry lips as he stares ahead, away, the glow of his impossible blues almost like the glimmer of a midsun sparkle over foreign waters. ‘An' you couldn't have done anything.’                   (   I'm the one who failed her, not you.   )

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@kuhato

Tired Sentence Starters Meme.

         That almost sounds like a plea, more than an attempt to coax him away from his task. It gives him pause, causes bare hands to still, no longer FIGHTING with the rusted chain in his grip. Twisted and hanging on for its life, it curled 'round his fingers, speckled them in flecks of brown and red. At this point, he would need to scrub them r a w to get them clean again.               (   but that's ok. this is for Denzel and Marlene, after all.   )          Neither of them ever asked for much, but he had seen the gleam in their precocious, bright little eyes whenever they looked at FENRIR. There was no mistaking that this, their first big kid bicycles, would be an excellent gift. To top it off, he had purchased cheap ones that had a couple years and some love wearing on them, but already were looking better. Especially after a thorough cleaning. && fine, so perhaps he had been at it since before dawn, hoping to be done with it by the time they woke––but he couldn't rest until the job was done.

         (   not when he can't remember the last time he did something like this for them; if he ever HAD.   )

         Tifa's right though, he's having a time of it getting his gaze to keep on the progress that he was finally beginning to make. Even the MAKO infused in his eyes is dulled by the lack of sleep, and his hands slacken every so often as he finds himself drifting. Allowing a single hand to untangle from the blighter he wrestled with, it came up to wipe the sweet from his brow and only managed to paint it with a streak of some gunk that stuck to the tips of forefinger, middle, and thumb. It isn't acknowledged, even in the sigh that loosens his TENSE shoulders by a bit.          ‘Maybe but. . . . if I don't finish now, there won't be time enough to do it before they're up for the day.’

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bold the following that your character has done. italicise what your character would do.

murder  /  manslaughter /  assault  / robbery  / breaking   &   entering /  theft  /  embezzlement  /  kidnapping  /  torture  /  blackmail  /  arson  /  trespassing  /  treason  /  libel or slander  /  obstruction of justice  / lying to law enforcement / creation of a weapon  /  espionage / riot  /  escape from lawful custody / contempt of court /  public intoxication  /  conspiracy / accessory to a crime /  harboring a fugitive  /  bribery  /  perjury under oath  /  resisting arrest / identity theft /  corporate fraud  /  tax fraud  /  document forgery  / destruction of evidence / assassination /  counterfeiting  /  sale of a controlled substance  /  purchase of a controlled substance  /  failure to pay child support  /  hacking crimes / threat /  pick - pocketing /  shoplifting

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Send 📱 for five texts my muse didn’t send yours, and one that they did.

@sacredflora

                  « TEXT RECIPIENT: Aeris » I know this isn't the first time we've had to split up but. . . I'm your bodyguard, right? My job to look after you. Be careful. »drafted.

                  « TEXT RECIPIENT: Aeris » When I traded you my Materia, it wasn't because you haven't done a good job with yours. Because you have. I just. . . I worry. I don't want any repeats after. . . you know. »message failed. try again?

                  « TEXT RECIPIENT: Aeris » Please, answer my calls. I know you think you have to do this alone, but you don't! And with Sephiroth––I. . . Damn it all, answer! . . . I just. I need to know you're ok. » message failed. try again?

                  « TEXT RECIPIENT: Aeris » This is stupid, I know you'll never be able to see this––and. . . it's my fault. For failing you, so many times until. . . how do I––how do any of us. . . »drafted

                  « TEXT RECIPIENT: Aeris » You were there. So close I could almost touch you. . . and now I know what I have to do. Your Promised Place. . . right? Meet you there. One day. And this time. . . I won't let you down. »drafted

                  « TEXT RECIPIENT: Aeris » Sometimes, if I'm around your flowers––or any--I think. . . I can hear you telling me how beautiful they are. How well they're growing. This year, I'm gonna bring some to you.

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“ who are you?” [ from jane! ]

OUAT Sentence Starters Meme.

@paradedeath

         ‘Does it matter?’ the tempered-STEEL just barely finds its way into his voice. Stood far apart from the woman, arms tightly folded over his chest, spun gold fluttering ever so slightly in the silent breeze. He has a purpose here, and it doesn't include making small talk with any locals, or whoever else finds their way through here.          ( he can almost FEEL how close he is to catching up to H I M.               ––&& then the nightmare will be over. )          There's a moment of pause after his initial reply, where he considers whether or not he should have, at the least, given her his name. After all, she might not be willing to cooperate and tell him anything she might know if he didn't satisfy her curiosity. That thought causes him to “ relax ” his posture, just a bit. Chest and arms swell with an inhale, steadying, calm, loosen the tension.

         ‘. . . . . . Cloud,’ he manages, after releasing the breath. ‘I'm Cloud. Have you seen anyone around here with silver hair?’ he chases the information given with a bid. Too much time has been wasted already. One cold trail too many had taught him that in his journey across the stars.

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“ people are gonna tell you who you are your whole life. you just gotta punch back and say, ‘no, this is who i am.’ ”

OUAT Sentence Starters Meme.

@kuhato

         ‘Mmm. . . ’ the low hum of agreement follows not long after her statement. She had a point, after all. && one that was certain to have come from experience, if he was reading her right. Yet he didn't pry for details on that, instead preferring to keep Mako-infused eyes upon the bar-top where he was sat, a well worn stool under him and a beer he had been nursing for the last twenty minuted between his hands. The condensation dripped on leather encased fingers as they picked at the label, much as he picked through a memory in his brain.                 It took a few moments, before he was finally able to properly put the words together. ‘But not you,’ still that same low tone, he halts his actions, merely cradling the bottle lightly now. ‘Even when you could have. . . you didn't.’

         ( even when she probably should have. . . )

         Finally, he looked up to meet her gaze, shifting in his seat. Straightening. ‘I don't think I ever thanked you properly. For Healin.’ the end is tagged on for clarification, though knows these waters are murky. That was one of the darkest times of his life, being trapped within the shards of his head. They had never spoken of it afterward. Not when there was so much to do. A world to save, people to protect, a MADMAN to stop.

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give a hug & also receive ;)

Have a Hug: Nonverbal Starters.

@sacredflora

GIVE / a comforting hug.

         Against the high-towering stone surface their shadows, larger than life, wavered in the flicker of the Cosmo Candle’s flame. Around in a circle are the prints of where once their comrades had been sat, now fading as they had into the darkness, to the Inn. An hour, then two had gone by, and yet she she was still there. Painted in reds and oranges and yellows, unmoved by the crackle of wood or the brightness only a meter or so away.          Naturally it had not been long before he rejoined her, and in the precise place as when he had settled in earlier. Yet somehow… she seemed leagues away. More so than before. With knees drawn up and delicate arms just so wrapped loosely around them. Those emeralds hues, which could project so much in whichever way they danced, were now focussed on whatever it was that she could see within the evermore flame. All together, she presented a morose figure. A deep-abiding sadness that touched more than just her mind.               ( he just wished he knew why it made his own chest ACHE to see her so melancholic. )

         Time slowly rolled onward, the hour growing by the minute. Above lay a still-dark bed full of stardust and constellations he knew little of. && still… there was no sign from her that she would retire. Concerning, after all the last twenty-four hours had held. Their drive across the desert wasteland and rocky passages, the car breaking down, and then all they had learned from the fount of information, Buganhagen. It was, that last bit, he believed, which weighed on her slender shoulders now.         A dilemma he had no idea how to assist with.               ( he was proficient with his hands around a sword; not words sprung from tongue. )

         Despite that fact, he searches his mind, furiously. Looking for anything that may ease her even the tiniest amount. When he happens upon the idea, his gaze is fastened to the way she is sat. . . . . . . && suddenly, struck. The very thought is almost foreign, though somehow it just feels. . . right. How, he decides not to question. Instead, after inhaling a slow, subtle breath and releasing it, he makes his move. There is not much space between them, and he closes that little distance with a shift in her direction. There is no moment given for hesitance, chancing not the opportunity for uncertainty.          His arm lifts and falls, coming to enfold her, tugging her against him until she could very likely his heart tap against ribcage. Palm cupping her opposite shoulder, he only stops moving when she is nestled to him, curled to fit her smaller form to his. Just how she has reacted in expression he cannot tell––not when his gaze is STUBBORNLY fixed to the heavens above. Spun gold strands move before his vision with the cool midnight breeze, && finally, head turns for chin to lightly bury in chestnut strands, her nape beneath his clavacle. It's outside his realm of expertise, this business of comforting; for her though, he's willing to try. She deserves nothing less.

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RECEIVE / a hug from behind.

         Leather encased fingers oh so gently ducked beneath the open petals of a summer pink flower. They cradled it, stem betwixt middle and heart, as Mako-steeped cyans raked a careful eye over the appearance. && though it may have appeared to a casual observer that he knew what he was doing. . . he, in fact, did not. Three years of tending to the ones inside the Sector 5 Church, his home away from home, had not given him the green thumb that she had, and STILL possessed. That doesn't mean he isn't trying though, that the little things he has learned along the way or from these moments together meant were not progress.          ( quite the opposite. he's much improved from before, when he had known less than NOTHING when it came to gardening.               ––should he think on it, he could still hear the way her laughter, as sweet as tinkling bells, rung out whilst teasing him. )          Or––no, perhaps that was no memory, but the woman herself giggling low behind him.

         Chest compresses with a soft exhale, the breath wooshing out and causing the petals in front of his face to QUIVER. It isn't with annoyance, not in truth. More for show, one she saw right through, he was certain. ‘Ok, ok. . . I can't tell. These aren't like yours, I don't know if it's ready, or if it will survive the journey,’ the admission comes with less difficulty than it might have before, resembling the ease with which he had interacted with her before. . . before the end. The thought darkens his features, jaw clenching as he remains facing away, unwilling to let her see the LAPSE that blackened his mood.          A few seconds passed, a heartbeat or two, when finally he felt collected enough to continue, only just realising that she had not given an answer to his query. Or not one he had heard, at the least. Just as blond head made to turn, words poised on parting lips, the sudden hush was broken. A whisper of the tall grass, and then. . .

         The former Mercenary could not stifle the intake that stilled him, when her arms came suddenly to engulf him 'round the middle. Looking down, he saw as it happened, yet his eyes seemed to actually miss the action. Before he knew it she was up against him, && he swore he could feel her cheek pressed between his shoulder blades. Her hands, lightly curled into the fabric at his abdomen, held his perplexed attention. Pale brow furrowed, as a thought niggled through his brain until he brought it to the forefront. This was not the first time she has ever initiated an embrace, so why was he so––??               ( perhaps it is because it is still so amazing to him that she can touch him--truly. actually. he feels her now, her warmth as real as that of the sun attempting to peek through the heavy clouds.          ––perhaps it is that he sometimes still expects for her to phase through him when doing these things. )                   Or all of the above.

         The thought that wryly flits in and out is accompanied by the tension he had unwittingly come to. Taut as a bowstring, he slowly relaxes in her hold, grateful when he notices the flower still in his own, is uncrushed. Fingers slip from the blossom, letting it fall into his lap, before springing back to its rooted area. For an instant he pauses, but shakes any doubt away before moving to gently cover the backs of her hands with his palms. && there too, her warmth leaks in, rendering his gloves moot. It's hard to care though, when there's a feeling nesting in his very core.          A sort of contentment; a peace that washes away any of the dour ponderings or mood of before. && with it, all that is left is her light.          All according to plan, surely.                 ‘You always know. . . don't you?’ spoken low, soft, head canting where he might view the top of her head and the familiar pink bow. It isn't the flowers that he speaks of now, but of her uncanny ability to always sense what he needs. Something, he can imagine, that she comes by naturally. Another thing he cannot find in himself to mind. A huff escapes him, a brief laugh as ever-gold drifts. ‘I guess it's something I'll just have to put up with.’                   ( hopefully, he would have to for a long time yet. whatever was allotted, he refused to squander as he did before.          ––not everyone gets a second chance, after all. )

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Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters

@wayweaver

         Approaching her was easy. There was no discomfort in that, or carrying a conversation between them. No, it was the nature of what he intended to say which twisted his tongue so splendidly that it could have passed for a pretzel. && surely she could see his floundering. Knew by the way he shifted weight from right leg to left, the one furthest from her, and made to scratch at the nape of neck, that confidence was fast waning. Perhaps that inspired her to gently step in as she had, intercepting the uneven flow and coming to the heart of the matter in a manner that made his prosal sound simplistic.                (    && it was. after all, what was a late night walk with the woman you were starting to realise you––    )          Yet at once, it wasn't. Because there was more meaning to it than a mere couples' activity. This was planned, since he had overheard from the owner of the weapons shop that it was predicted they would be blessed with an incredible meteor shower long after evening fell. A thought that had stuck to him, ran the length of his mind until he realised just why. From there the plan had formed itself, unfolding in his mind as an incredible opportunity that he could not miss out on.          So here he was, stood before her like the absolute inexperienced fool he was and SHE did the job for him.

                    . . . . ‘ talking a midnight stroll along the beach ? ’

         ‘I. . . Yeah.’ oh, real smooth. Palm drifted 'round neck to curve over his face, eyes falling closed as he set aside any further internal berating for another time. There were far more important things to consider; like salvaging this attempt to ask her on a. . . ( date? )          Slow inhale, slow exhale. And. . . there. Allowing arm to lower back to his side, he opened his eyes once more. MAKO-INFUSED blues met the oceanic depths of her gaze, and a calm swept over him. Perhaps it was the understanding she always met him with, or the fact that he felt a certainty in her answer that guided him so well. Irregardless, his tongue was no longer in knots when he opened his mouth, ‘I don't wanna ruin the surprise, so I won't say anything on just why I picked that. . . but. . .’          This time his hand found hers with a celerity that left no room for doubt or hesitation, but lacked any rush. The tips of leather-bound fingers were as a caress against her palm, gently nudging under thumb to trace down until he could find the spaces between. He glanced from the motion, catching her gaze again, as he fit them together. All four slid between, like finding home again, until their hands were clapsed. It felt. . . right, doing that. && somehow better enstilled him for that final push. Thus as thumb looped over hers in a brush, he continued, ‘What I can say is that I want you to come with me. Maybe do a little stargazing, talk. Just. . . be together,’ Fathomless is the well of emotion im that admission. Something he is, certainly, still getting used to doing. ‘How does that sound?’

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Exhaustion Sentence Starters / no longer accepting !

@gunslingir

         The scoff left him, same as the BLOOD that beaded and spilt from his lip. He watched it land there, in the dirt; one drop, two drop, three. . . the tiny pitterpat of it unheard with the dismissive noise from contracting lungs. It wasn't just a lucky shot, that blow she landed on him. && she was absolutely right. In the last week since she came to him bearing tales of a second––no, THIRD coming of Sephiroth, he has pushed himself to his limits in training. It was a necessity, and no matter how many MAKO MADE monsters dredged up from the shadows, the true gain lie in fighting someone more his level. That was where Elspeth came in. . . her ties to SOLDIER made her the right fit for a sparring partner.                (    && because he refused to bring Tifa into the mix just yet, she was his only option for now.    )          They were three hours in now and he was LOATH to stop. Loath to rest, let his 'lids fall shut and dreams to creep in. . . the fires of Nibelheim, and a pair of comforting green eyes were never far now when he did. Not since they had begun their preparations.          ‘No,’ lie prepared to fall, teeth come to a light CLACK as he pulls himself from the half crouch, half kneel she had pushed him back into. Leather squelches as his fingers tighten around the handle of sword, using it to straighten his posture. && in his eyes, he knows there is that STUBBORNNESS that has carried his ass through so much. ‘This is what happens when you let yourself slack off and think it's safe to do so!!’ the ire in his words is more directed at himself than his ally, impeded when he wipes at his mouth with free hand, drops it.

         ‘Again.’ stance taken, left shoulder first as he fluidly moves the sword from where it had lodged into the ground. Dust flies, thins into a mist around his knees and falls. A two-handed hold now, as he makes for his move.                (    she'll have to knock him out, first.    )

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@martyrcrowned

         Funny how they always seem to run into one another when chasing after their separate missions. How long has it been? Years, he knows. Yet everything runs together now, the past and future are BLACK and WHITE, with the present not much better. ( && does it matter ? )          Not much, if at all. It's incredibly bullheaded of him he knows, being so single minded in his determination. Until he has finished the job though, there's no other way for it to be.          There are few exceptions––yet this evening is one of them. Perhaps it is the unease of his fellow warriour or the fact that the OPPRESSIVE force of something undeniably evil pervades this world upon which they tred. He can feel it now as surely as the taint on his own soul.          It all has the hair on his nape standing on end, TENSION coiling like thick wire in his shoulders and arms. The fingers of right hand are already curled 'round the handle of his sword, still strapped to his back. Bright blues are drawn heavenward as Sora makes an observation. . . && he's right. Unfortunatelt.

         There are no stars to be seen. The sky is an inky blot, ROLLING with sparse but thick clouds and bearing down on the distant horizon. No lights above, only the hazy lamps, which cast more shadow than anything.                (    what in the name of Ifrit could that mean? was it too late to save this world from falling into DARKNESS as with so many others?    )          The questions mount over the few details he has; much as blackness looms further what little illumination they have. It's enough to make knuckles S T R A I N to the point of cracking 'neath the leather gloves, as fingers tighten their hold on sword-grip.          ‘Don't like how this looks,’ voice comes out low, rough with lack of use in the last few days. He casts a glance, bright blues finding his ally. ‘No splitting up. Something tells me it would be a bad idea here.’

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What Shape Does Your Pain Take ?

         G h o s t s

         Your pain takes the shape of ghosts, haunting you, always there. No one would believe you if you told them, or understand even if they did. You don't know how to make them go away, or what they want. They just follow you, casting shadows over all you do, being your fears and the embodiment of all you've lost or are afraid of losing.          They can't touch you though. . . . . . . can they?

tagged by: no one, I stole it. tagging: anyone who wants to do it. steal it from me.

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Send 📱 for five texts my muse didn't send yours, and one that they did.

@revolverized

                  « TEXT RECIPIENT: Leon » I'm leaving. There's something I have to do. »drafted.

                  « TEXT RECIPIENT: Leon » Don't tell Yuffie. She'll just end up letting the other girls know. I don't want them to worry. »drafted

                  « TEXT RECIPIENT: Leon » He was here, but I was too late. Damn! Keep an eye out. Something tells me to look in Hollow Bastian next. »message failed. try again?

                  « TEXT RECIPIENT: Leon » I'm here. Meet me at the chasm, and DON'T tell Yuffie. »drafted

                  « TEXT RECIPIENT: Leon » He's here. . . and so is Tifa. Until I can find him, keep her distracted. »message failed. try again?

                  « TEXT RECIPIENT: Leon » I got your message about the Heartless activity. Keep me posted.

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📱 !

Send 📱 for five texts my muse didn't send yours, and one that they did.

@kuhato

                  « TEXT RECIPIENT: Tifa » I'm going to take some time off work. »drafted.

                  « TEXT RECIPIENT: Tifa » Something came up. . . . . I'm sorry. »message failed. try again?

                  « TEXT RECIPIENT: Tifa » It turned out that something was Geostigma. »drafted.

                  « TEXT RECIPIENT: Tifa » Not going to make it home in time for Marlene's birthday. Tell her. . . I'm sorry. »message failed. try again?

                  « TEXT RECIPIENT: Tifa » It's not. . . I'm not ignoring you because I don't want to talk. I just. . . don't know what to say. I'm sorry. »message failed. try again?

                  « TEXT RECIPIENT: Tifa » Stuck in Junon. Something wrong with the engine. Be home in a week tops.

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Dating Service

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tagged: as a pirate, naturally i stole it. tagging: anyone who wants to steal it from me.