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@theazureblade - continuing from here
"Aye, you can," Meiko grinned. She wasn't going to really drag Aymeric out of the office against his will. She knew when to take a hint when someone told her to plainly fuck off. But she also knew Aymeric would never leave his office if he wasn't encouraged to do something a wee bit irresponsible. "Feel free to blame me as much as you like."
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Conspiring with your alternate father's child self to get him to decorate for Halloween.
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「𓆄」 "Dove, I know how to take it easy! I'm more inclined to do it here anyway, so many slow days under my belt because people just know how to act." Hawks chuckled and leaned over to press a kiss to her cheek. Not infront of the doubles!
"Well, the endearing smack talk aside, you know we're down for whatever it takes. And if we take care of the problem festering in Spirale, it takes care of your CPN problem here, right?"
"That's the hope. Might be wistful thinking, but I'm an optimist." He glanced Aerith's way and shot her a weak smile. "Besides, it's hard to do what we need to do when the barrier isn't able to keep them all out." It was hard to plan a wedding with the looming threat of a monster attack.
"Even if you're technically different people, I see the apple doesn't fall far from the tree with rushing into danger..." She guessed being some sort of hero or public servant was the norm for him no matter where or when he was.
"Essentially, yes! It's not easy though. Which is why you need to be in tip-top shape! Well, both for fighting and for Aerith's sake. We were gonna give you the blessing no matter what, helping us is just a plus!"
"Telling him to rest and relax is one thing, but whether or not he'll actually do it is a whole other," She switches out his compress for a new one, making sure he's still comfortable.
"Don't I know it? Mine has a bad habit of overdoing it, too. Seems like some things don't change!"
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" By the age of six, EVERY child should know how to hot wire a car and steal from government buildings!!! I'm gonna personally give every impressionable six year old a pocket knife and a bag of candy full of red dye for the EXTRA POWERFUL BRAIN CHEMICALS. "
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CONT'D. @sillymuses
💀 — “ Oh, no, no. I hear ya, sister! You're preaching to the choir here. ”
[ though the undead isn't ' evil ' enough to wish any ... extreme harm upon the living, the scrambling firemen have it under control. that's what they're paid for! once that moral quandary is settled, he's good to justify the other one.]
“ I've had my share of ' accidents ' involving some property damage. People get on my ass about it! But if a layman had access to the Necronomicon or some shit, potion of fiery explosion – ? They'd do the same. Good to get it out in one go; you feel better now, don't 'cha? ”
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"I saw you out there, fighting for your life." Kelpie hissed out. They was stalking after the women. Not knowing if she was part of the BSAA or any of the groups that were hunting them.
Jill spins on her heels to find the source of the voice addressing her, and sees someone standing before her. They look human, but not...exactly, and it's clear by their physical condition they've been through hell themselves. She's cautious, sizing the stranger up, but not yet reaching for her weapon.
"You've been watching me," Jill observes plainly and calmly. Evidently, there are other actors at play here. She wonders if the stranger might be an undercover operative, or a B.O.W. sent to kill her by Los Illuminados, the KGB or some remnant of the Spencer family or Umbrella Corporation, but she's never seen a B.O.W. display such obvious sapience before: Typically they're uncontrollable shambling monstrosities, or soldiers programed to obey orders without question with no free will of their own.
She decides to take a chance, slowly beginning to raise her hands, but not keeping them far from her holster.
"May I ask who you are, and why you're following me?" Jill asks carefully and politely.
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"It's only spring, but it's still sweltering out. I wish I could swim and take a dip in the lake to cool off...but I...ah... don't know how to. Maybe I could just sit in the shallows."
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@gaiaspoken
「𓆄」 When the invites for the party had come out, Hawks had sent a text Aerith's way, effectively inviting her to go with him. With her acceptance of his invitation, he suggested with the nature of it being a masked ball, that they try to find each other! And while they'd at least coordinated a color palette, neither one knew what the other would be wearing, so it kept it fresh.
And, with Hawks' late arrival, when he was in proximity of the manner, he could already hear the atmosphere of the party through one of his feathers. Sooo, maybe he had an added perk, but, he wouldn't find her right away just to even out the playing field. Even so much as to moving farther away when he was mingling with some other party goers.
After being at the party for about thirty-ish minutes, he decided the jig was up, and it's when she was being invited for a dance, is an arm thrown around her.
"There you are, I've been looking everywhere for you." A playful laugh escaped him as he guided her away from the crowd. "You haven't been here long, have you?"
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「𓆄」 "I'm not that old, just call me Hawks, man." Casually he took the items he was brought into his grip.
"Yeah! That's right, Merry Christmas!" And this was how Hawks taught Sephiroth the meaning of random acts of kindness.
People always say that, but Sephiroth is going to make it a challenge anyway and run off to find the best food for hawks. He went from stall to stall until he found some delicious smelling noodles being sold and little round balls. He had never had these things, but they looked pretty good!
"Mister!! I got you the food!!" he called out and hurried back to him. What was that phrase he said again? "Merry Christmas."
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@starrymused
After everything that had gone on with Garlean Empire, Meiko had felt her stomach sink at the rumors of another mysterious magitek machine accompanying an equally mysterious man in black.
"Not fuckin' the day," she muttered as she made her way out into Thanalan. Despite the potential danger of yet another Asican making trouble, however, she hadn't reached for her Linkpearl to alert the others. Not even her brother. She would, of course, if the rumors proved true...but people were sometimes blind. Or paranoid. Or stupid (herself included). And if it truly were a threat worth investigating, someone would've come running into town screaming already. So, hopefully...
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Huh.
It wasn't all that hard to spot the strange magitek vehicle from a distance, but she nearly missed the lad curled up in front of it looking like how she oft did after too many firewaters. Perhaps that was why she didn't draw her weapons as she approached, albeit cautiously.
"Y...You all right, lad?"
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The answer is "your mom," case closed, we figured it out.
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❝ NOW, NOW — THERE'S NO need to get so worked up. ❞
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「𓆄」 "Yeah, yeah, the oversized boyfriend fit, right? Looks plenty comfy to me."
SNNNNNRK!! "You don't have to explain it, I know what you meant. It's very kind." And just to really bring it home, he wrapped his arms around her once more, "There we go. Loooove you!"
"Sort of! I steal your clothes because they're comfortable, firstly. Secondly, I do steal them because they smell nice. Don't mean to sound cheesy but...you kinda smell like home to me."
"Uh, not actual home. If you smelt anything like the Midgar slums, I'd probably be worried. I just mean...your scent's familiar to me, so I know I'm safe. Does that make sense?"
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❝ i won't stop asking until you say yes. look, i'm not like those idiot reporters you see on TV or read online that don't know what the fuck they're talking about. i know there's more to this. i have copies of the police reports. i know you saw something up there, i know you tried to tell the police, and i know they didn't believe you. but me? i believe you ... or i could — if you would talk to me. i'll tell your story ... your way. so, all i'm asking for is one interview. what can it hurt, right? ❞
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Accursed Mirror (Open Starter)
Where had his mirror gone and ended up?
The last time the Startouched Elf had bothered to actually check, the mirror that gave a window into his prison was in the possession of a Dragon.
Curiosity, and perhaps some vague hope for something interesting, however, had driven him to...well. Activate the mirror's powers.
Hiding just enough out of sight to listen for any....reactions.
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