#Inchara

[venenenenonat]

do the subway systems have to be full of joltik. i mean i'm not complaining i'm just asking

[lunawish]

❝ you didn't hear anything, did you? ❞ edelgard inquires breathlessly, cheeks still warm from the adrenaline of seeing a rat scurrying metres away from her soles. the high pitched screech was instinctual, guttural almost. she's slain beasts, conquered nations, forced lords into submission unflinchingly so, yet before a rodent she's reminded of the darkness that swallowed and upended her life.

her gaze shifts tentatively towards @lunarrepel, attempting to read shadowheart — wondering how her companion would respond to the seeing her without the composed mask of a monarch, the mask of a leader. / sc!

[sldier]

[ ✉️ from ]: @kudakenai, “ten gil for that piece of crap?”

time spared after finishing up a joint mission leads the two 2nd classes to a merchant's table. curiosity gets the better of him when the old man running the place calls out to them and any other passerby to come take a look at his, quote-unquote, things you won't be able to buy anywhere else! as antsy as zack is to always receive the call to action and get put on missions, he doesn't pass up the opportunity for some R & R to get to know his fellow SOLDIER more— and one of the things he's learned is that yukako really doesn't shy away from calling it like she sees it, especially when she learns how much some of these goods are going for.

“ c'mon, i wouldn't say all that, ” zack says, his tone light and friendly as always. the offended furrow in the old man's brow escapes his notice, and if he opened his mouth to comment on what she said, zack's faster at the draw to speak before he gets the chance to. “ it's cute! it's got a... uh, homemade charm to it. sorta reminds me of the toys i'd play with back when i was a kid. ” he leans forward with his hands on his thighs, getting a better and closer look at the item in question.

a little moogle trinket. smaller than the size of either of their palms, more fit for a child's grasp, or maybe just to put on a shelf and forget about... fuzzy from the wool felt it was made from, with the details clumsy from the undoubtedly novice hands it was made by. not something he would've bought if he were here on his own, but this time, he isn't.

and would he really leave here without making their first mission together at least somewhat memorable in the long run? ha, no way.

he hums in thought despite his next course of action already being decided, his body wavering just a bit. at last, a snap of his fingers and a blooming smile on his face leads him to stand tall by her side again. “ alright then, i'll buy it for you. call it a souvenir of our very first mission together! so whenever you look at it, it'll be hard to still think of it as a piece of crap then, right? ” or so he hopes, “ —i'll take this one, bossman. ”

and so comes out his wallet, and he has to suppress a reaction to the pang he feels in his chest when he sees exactly twelve gil in there. could be worse...? “ uh... by the way... i heard this town is pretty well-known for its food. heh... your treat? ”

[flamepledge]

rests her elbow on the princess' head. anyway,

❝ Oh, you're quite the jester are you now, Tara?! ❞ Cue the tiny princess bristling in annoyance. The audacity!

[tiedobi]

monomono <3

Vibrating Kokeshi

A round-headed kokeshi doll that begins to vibrate uncontrollably when you press the switch on the bottom. It looks sort of like a children’s toy, but who knows how you’re supposed to use the thing.

❝   souuuuuuuda   -   niiiiiiii   !   ❞   juts   the   doll   suddenly   against   his   bare   skin,   smiling   at   the   muffled   vibrations.

[jirayus]

open.

" can you guess what i'm dressed up as ~ ? " you're clearly dressed as a racing driver but .. is that .. dog ears on your head ? " i couldn't decide .. so i just decided a were-racing driver was the best ! i'm cute, aren't i ? ruff, ruff ~ "

[seibmoz]

open: fox.

there's fresh blood splattered on her face, staining cheeks with crimson drops. she reaches up, attempting to clean it off but only making it worse as it smears messily. a deep sigh falls, an ache in her bones; she's so tired. " you good ? a horde like that .. " she shakes her head, moving forward to hold out her blood-covered hand. " well, it could've been a lot worse. "

[abysslocked]

"i give, and i give, and i give, i've given up my dreams for this place. when's it MY turn to be selfish?!" (hello geppie)

gepard blinked several times, his mind processing the words that had emanated from the other person. he tilted his head, attempting to discern the best way to respond to the situation that unfolded before him.

was sampo intoxicated? it didn't appear so. perhaps the genuine desperation exuded by the other person was the underlying reason.

however, beyond this intrigue, gepard pondered what had driven sampo to choose him as the confidant for their venting. did sampo seek a sympathetic ear, and did gepard unconsciously radiate an aura of approachability?

collecting a few deliberate breaths, gepard gently moved closer to the other person. with a slow lift of his arm, his hand came to rest softly on sampo's shoulder. "hey now…" gepard's voice carried a careful tone, as he sought to weave together the most fitting words within the confines of this somewhat awkward encounter.

"if you feel the need to prioritize yourself, there's no restraint," he continued, his words flowing with assurance. "no one dictates that you mustn't consider your own needs. if carving out some personal time is what you require, then proceed without hesitation. there are no obstacles in your path." gepard paused briefly, his speech interrupted by a subtle throat clearing. "of course, this holds true as long as your actions remain within the bounds of legality."

[thinksequal]

despite common assumptions, alhaitham's position has never been one of complete comfort. he prefers not to openly discuss it unless necessary. in a sudden realization, he becomes aware that he hasn't consumed anything besides the breakfast prepared by kaveh earlier in the morning.

having completed his tasks, he gathers his belongings and makes his way to his humble home, fully aware that his companion may not be waiting for him, but rather indulging in the solitude and engaging in activities typical of kaveh.

since this individual became a part of haitham's life, there has always been an underlying turbulence. it feels as if haitham unwittingly allowed a persistent spouse into his life without ever formally entering into a commitment with this person.

nevertheless, as the door to his abode swings open, he lets out a soft sigh and scans the surroundings in search of his roommate.

"kaveh…?" he calls out, his voice echoing. "are you here?"

@dhahabibi

[venenenenonat]

uh intro post or something idk- Hi. My name's Dagny. I like bugs. I'm from Unova. Alright that's all goodnight or goodday

[lunawish]

the moon approaches the horizons for the first time you've stepped foot on these soils. for the first time in years, the moon rises and looms over moonrise. you still remember how sickened you felt seeing it hang above the skies of last light inn — how you cursed it's very existence and audacity for existing in the lands blessed by lady shar.

and yet, you were all the grateful. of course, you wouldn't admit that to a selûnite. but you were grateful there was a refuge for those that were not as fortunate as you to be loved by the dark lady.

love. the four letter word tastes like blood and bile in your mouth. you feel disgusting, unclean — the grime of the shadowfell, the shadow curse still eats at you.

your entire life was a lie and you were gullible enough to fall for it. you feel pathetic.

your hand trembles at the tight grip around the knife's hilt — you feel your body finally succumbing to the pain, the agony, the torture that was inflicted upon you in the shadowfell.

you run your fingers through your hair and effortless remove a tuft of now silver, white, hueless locks. it must've been the stress taking a toil upon you.

you take a deep breath and you pull it close to your face. your reflection barely visible in the waters and you are resolved to cut.

that is until you see the faint reflection of @clawsextended behind you. you panic briefly, but steel yourself. this is for you. this gesture is for you.

[sldier]

shinra’s in disarray.

too many controversial things have happened, upheavals that have swept through and overshadowed any semblance of positivity that could be said about either shinra or SOLDIER. whispers circulated in the canteen, rumors spread that this was the fabled “beginning of the end of the era of SOLDIER.” zack, ever entrenched in the stubbornness of his youth and far too enamored with his SOLDIER aspirations, brushed these off, refusing to acknowledge any truth hidden amidst the idle talk. sure, times are messed up right now, but they’re all exaggerating.

he’d bring up gossip like that to yukako at night. ‘did you hear? the rookies think shinra’s crumbling in on itself. talk about seeing the glass half empty, huh?’ if their schedules permitted and were free from missions or training, he’d find himself in her room, lounging on her bed as they talked, and talked, and talked. about everything, about nothing— laughter filling the air until zack retired to his own room, always having been disciplined with his sleep schedule. it was their shared reprieve, a brief respite just for them. SOLDIERs during the day, but just two kids at night.

…yukako went missing one day. at first, he assumed it was due to a mission assignment, maybe abroad to some distant location. but the higher-ups were tight-lipped and furrow-browed whenever her name was brought up, as if she had managed to stir some serious trouble before her disappearance. back then, he’d figured it was just them being stressed about the situation, about yet another SOLDIER up and leaving, but looking back at it now, he realizes the situation was far more serious than that.

days had turned into weeks. his texts went unanswered, his calls never went through. he must’ve looked like a man obsessed with the way he tried every single night. the previous rumors morphed and evolved into something he couldn’t just brush off. another SOLDIER went M.I.A, and they’re saying she was actually outed as a wutai spy. hey, did you hear? a reactor was destroyed too. zack had jumped to defend her, and the bite in his tone was enough for the cadets to straighten up and scramble off.

they’re all exaggerating again. a reactor? he didn’t hear anything about that! the rumors gnawed at him, but this time, he didn’t have her there to talk to about them.

and so, zack existed in a stressful limbo for a while. he trained extra hard, but his focus was never fully there. what happened to you? yukako, they’re saying awful things about you. come back already so you can set the record straight.

then a year passed. he’d finally achieve his promotion to 1st class, but he wasn’t as happy as he used to be when he always talked about it to yukako. …angeal’s gone. zack had grieved in the comfort of aerith’s arms for hours that day, but he didn’t allow himself to be totally consumed by the tragedy, no, that’s not what angeal would’ve wanted of him and that wasn't the type of person zack was anyway. yukako’s gone too. but how do you mourn someone whose fate is unknown?

behind the veil of zack’s awareness, another reactor was targeted and destroyed, and that’s the line shinra draws. he remembers the day he was summoned to the director’s office, his eyes had flickered curiously towards sephiroth who was standing ominously nearby, as if on hold for some sort of instruction. when he stopped in front of the director’s desk, it came out hard and cold: yukako selassie, the person he had bonded with and grown up with in the ranks ever since joining at 13 years old, is a traitor. a terrorist. a wutai spy. over the past year, she had been targeting various reactors.

it was silence from him, but in the silence, his heart had tightened and his fists had clenched. so much frustration and exasperation over the year channeled into his grip strength, the black leather creaked in the quiet office. ‘you waited a year… you waited a year, and you didn’t tell me.’ it was more fitting to say that they hid it from him as long as they could.

@kudakenai: ❛ are you here to kill me? ❜

...the question brings zack back to the present, to the now. so… she knows.

there was no ‘hello’s. no, ‘it’s been so long, it’s so good to see you again.’ she looks the same as the last day he had seen her, or maybe he had just looked at the photos they had taken on his phone so much that her image is ingrained in his brain. he’s changed enough for the both of them after all, in her own words.

one year’s worth of change. look at me: this is what i became. i finally made 1st. are you proud of me? ...you weren’t there the day i got promoted.

“ yukako… what’s going on? ” what’s happening? nothing makes sense and hardly anyone will explain it to him. first the SOLDIER desertion, then the rising tension with wutai, then genesis, then angeal— this isn’t what being a SOLDIER should be like, should feel like. frustration, confusion, restlessness. heartbreak. i’ve been through it all already. why are you doing this to me too?

he steps closer to her, a single step after standing still for what felt like forever. followed by another, then one more; he's advancing on her quick. “ the reactors… why? how could you? your father… that… that was his life’s work, wasn’t it? then why?! ”

one year's worth of change. look at yourself: what did you become? is it someone to be proud of?

the familiar tightening of his fists comes instinctively again. his gaze, expectant. desperate. “  ⸻say something, yukako!! ” he barks out at the boiling point, his hands instantly loosening up. he wants an answer so badly, to everything that's happened so far, all of it. when did it all get so screwed up? ...but he knows he's demanding too much of her. she's only a small piece of the whole story. he gets close enough to grab her by the arm, but his grip isn't painfully tight like his fists were moments ago. “  you need to talk to me... we're friends, aren't we...? ” tell me, please. how do i save you?

[flamepledge]

❝ i must admit, i'm somewhat envious that you are so well travelled. ❞ there's a playful lilt when she speaks to @trailstrike. gloved fingers idly stroke the handle of her tea mug. edelgard tilts her head curiously at the other. ❝ is there anything from any of the worlds you visited that you miss? ❞ / sc!

[tiedobi]

“ i  hope  you  choke  on  every  fucking  word  you  said. “ @dcgfight

❝   funny,   ❞   she   taunts,   ❝   you   seem   to   be   more   of   the   choking   type.   if   you're   even   smart   enough   to   get   what   i   mean.   ❞

[jirayus]

open.

" cars is the best movie ever made, i don't really care if you think i'm wrong either because i know i'm right. " your arms crossed over chest, you're stubborn and determined to stick by your opinion. " when lightning gave up his chance at winning a piston cup to push the king across the line after chick hit him with a pit maneuver .. that was literally the greatest scene in movie history !! "

[seibmoz]

open: miew.

" uh, " he looks about .2 seconds away from running back out the door just walked through. he takes a few steps back, still scanning the room for any sign of zombies (a runner in a confined place like this would be hell). " how's the .. um .. end of the world going for ya ? "