#ffvii verse ;

[heartxandxhome]

From here.

"Just in passing, never mentioned any names and I got the impression he only knew of them. Definitely wasn't one." Sarah resisted the urge to remind Kaleb she was oh to aware what hunters looked like, dressed like, acted like, even smelled like.

At that she gave the air a sniff as he washed his hands. "- were you hunting malboros again?"

Moving to the table, she shrugged and started unloading what was left in the hunting kit Kaleb kept in his pack; it had been a long hunt this time. "I don't think unsure is the right word; he seems friendly and charming ... just a bit out of place I guess."

"Glenn something, and he's offering good gil for helping fix their copter ... I just don't want to bring trouble to the islands, not when we've managed to stay off Shinra radar for so long."

@galahdanblade

[daddywarbats]

Me, having Cloud smack evil boss sim edition Sephiroth with the giant goddamn overboosted Happy Holidays Neon Sign Sword: HO HO HO YOU GIANT FEATHERY BITCH

[ofgeneticperfection]

“ can i stop fighting, now? “

Isrieal stands with folded arms across her chest as she watches him go through his rounds of fighting. To be honest, she was getting bored of this assignment, and much to her relief he seemed to be getting tired of it too.

"Hmm...stop fighting?" She casts a glance around to make sure no one else was there. "I suppose you could." She walks forth and presses the button to unlock the doors for him to let him out of the facility. "I'm not much of one to waste powers on programs and illusory things myself." All the Professor wanted was to collect data and certainly, he'd have enough by now.

Her time was far too valuable to stand around and spectate such useless acts all day. It was obvious Joshua could fight and held great potential. She had no doubts he could hold his own should he ever need to. Forcing him to fight programs for the hell of it could be borderline torture.

"You never have to fight." She reminds him. "But I suppose that all depends on what you are fighting for." She says with a smirk. "Remember that."

@phoenixshards

[meldaciomartyr]

REFUGE :  for one muse to shelter the other from enemies.

A comprehensive List of Scenarios:

He didn't ask why. Dave had learned a long time ago not t'ask why. If folks needed help, an' they were callin' him it usually meant they didn't have anywhere else t'turn to. So when Glenn's voice had sounded on the line, Dave knew it was serious.

He'd only met the feller a few times over the past numbr of months, but he was a good contact to have. Big an' burly, well-able to handle himself and leadin' a resistance that wanted an end to Shinra's drainin' the Planet dry.

With that came dangers an' collateral. An' collateral usually meant family. Which was why the truck rolled into their small settlement in the dead of night; Glenn drove it an' there was a lady holdin' a small boy an' a teenaged girl. Walkin' forward to Glenn, he held out a hand t'the blond and shook it firmly.

"There's a small cabin over yonder is yours for as long as ya need; fire's lit an' food in the refrigerator. Got some folks out there keepin' an eye on the roads an' can get ya passage to wherever y'need t'go after here." Lookin' around, the hunter noted a few missin'; the two called Matt and Lucia, who he'd met a few times too, and they'd had a gangly teenaged boy last time he'd seen 'em too. "- if there's more out there, goin' different directions, tell 'em to head for any hunters and give them my name. They'll give 'em shelter."

@soldier-lodbrok

[escortingsecrets]

FF VII Verse

Name: Shivan Alexandria Parlan

Story: Born in Sector Five to Dea and one of he regulars at the Honeybee, Amos Parlan, Shivan lived with his mother until he was five. Dea had a hard pregnancy, and didn't want her child to be left to struggle like she had all her life- so she called Amos and begged him to take his daughter, even if she had to lose all contact with her in the future. Only a year later, Dea passed away.

Shivan grew up in Sector 4, with his father and hated every day of it. He didn't like the busy plate, the wide sky overhead, or the fact he wasn't allowed to go to his mothers funeral. When he was only eleven he began running below the plate, and made friends with the other children there. No matter how often his father dragged him home, he always went back.

When Shivan came out as a man, his father couldn't care less- he didn't want the child at all, and it was only the fact that Shivan could be married off to someone for better connections that he had agreed to take the child from Dea at all. Shivan ran off at 16, not looking back.

When he was found by his mother's oldest friend, Wynne, she immediately took Shivan to her home, gave him a bed, food, and a warm cup of coffee. She had known Dea her whole life- her own son had been close with Dea, but Amos had won her over and her son had decided to try and become a SOLDIER. Wynne had been given the small apartment building her son had owned at the edges of Sector Seven after he had passed away, and she did her best to keep it going.

Shivan began working at the Honeybee Inn when he was old enough, and moved into one of the two upper apartments in Dea's building. He made friends with his neighbours, and their youngest daughter, Rebecca, when she was born. Shivan finally had escaped his father's grasp, and he wasn't looking back.

Appearance: Standing at 5' Shivan has tanned skin and a playful smile always on his lips. With light brown eyes and curly dark brown hair almost always up in a high ponytail. He wears anything that feels comfortable- be that a suit, or cocktail dress. Shivan often uses his androgyny to his advantage, able to act like whatever gender he pleases.

Personality: Playful, flirty, and willing to play with anyone- for the right price. Shivan is very loyal to his found family, and will protect them at any costs. Although he had very little physical strength he can throw a punch when needed and will challenge someone when he finds they're wrong.

[heartxandxhome]

He was careful with his words too; a little further than Gongaga could be anywhere stretching from below the Gold Saucer to Mount Corel itself.

"He is, on his way back after a few weeks away. Should be home late tonight or tomorrow." Sarah wiped down the bar counter with a cloth, keeping the conversation going with a chatty tone. Truth be told, she had no clue what kind of hunt Kaleb had been on; she had learned not to ask that a long, long time ago. It only caused more worry.

"The hunters are good people, they do good work and keep the fiend levels down." At that she nodded at the wall behind her which had countless postcards and pictures pinned to it; photos the hunters brought with them when they passed through this area, or sent with Kaleb when he got home. "You should let your comrades know they're rooms are ready whenever they want to settle in and there's menus on the counter for food too."

Meeting Glenn's gaze at his description of the hunter, she let out a small chuckle. "I know of a very kind hunter with a bad ankle, I wonder if you crossed paths with the same one."

Well. That sounded shit.

"Oh, a little further than Gongaga to be honest... but if nothing else, that is good enough maybe."

Gongaga was remote as hell, too. But there were splinter cells of Avalanche there, maybe enough amicable bonds for them to pass a message on to the SRC.

Scratching the beard on his chin, Glenn hummed as if he pondered her suggestion.

"Fine, I think I can wait till your husband returns. But the radio is a need, not a want.", he grinned. he just needed to get word back to base. Cosmo, preferably. That they were still all alive. A chopper vanishing without signal usually was a bad sign.

He didn't want Ifalna to worry too much either.

"Your husband was a hunter you said, right? I knew some on the mainland. Good guys. Nice to make deals with them, they have the best hides and teeth of beasts in their inventory. Once traded with one of them - bunch of thin sabertusks against an ointment he needed for his bad ankle."

[cinnamelle]

don't ever let go of what's beloved

[illusioneery]

dec, 24th, 2022

happy holidays!

[holyguardian]

@soldier-lodbrok | convoluted raise my dottir AU

Their escape had been miraculous in more ways than one. The fact Professor Hojo's swarm of workers hadn't sniffed out Faz's escape plan, the fact Faz himself hadn't intercepted them in their desperate run from the Sector 4 container yard, the fact they skirted detection long enough to be welcomed into the home of Elmyra Gainsborough for a short respite.

Truthfully, much of that evening had been spent confiding her sorry tale to Elmyra. Without her painkillers there would have been little sleep regardless.

The following morning, Elmyra disappeared for a time. Nervous that she had decided to approach Shinra with information about the escapees in her home, Ifalna prepared for a discreet departure... only to meet Elmyra herself at the doorstep. She gifted them an adventure fund, she called it, when the reality was she had gifted them a future.

Elmyra went on to help them through to Sector 6, where a discreet crack in the wall acted as a funnel for thugs and other such ruffians to transport illicit goods into Midgar's metal dome. She asked if they were going to be alright on their own. Ifalna replied they had to be. Aerith promised to write to her every single day.

Part of their good luck stemmed from Shinra's own war. The ongoing conflict in Wutai meant most resources had been pulled from the undercity. What was once a densely guarded, or monitored population had been all but left to their own devices.

As with all good luck though, it was bound to run out. That was what Ifalna believed when she and her daughter came face to face with someone in Shinra attire on the other side of the wall. She froze upon seeing him — her fear plain to see as she gripped onto Aerith's shoulders and pulled her in close. This was tragically unfair.

"My darling..." she spoke quietly to Aerith. Her fingers tightened a little more, though her grip was weak. She was a frail husk of what she had once been, so much life had been robbed of her. The command lingered on her tongue, to make her daughter run back to the kindly woman.

[meldaciomartyr]

Lookin' the blond up and down again, Dave kept a neutral expression. This feller wasn't a commandin' officer, nor one of the usual troops he'd chat to out on the grasslands.

An' a troop declarin' he didn't care bout a Director? Bold. Not a smart move in Shinra.

"Yain't gotta write nothin' down for me, but a civil tone might improve yer chances o' clear answers. Maybe not cuffin' folks for nothin' too." Dave rattled hi cuffs against the metal table and didn't blink as he looked up at this power-trippin' boy. "The hunters hunt fiends for locals, we don't cooperate with any factions. We're just ordinary folks huntin' beasts an' makin' the roads safer, that's it."

No answer.

Loqi's eyes narrowed at the old man, his head tilting slightly. He could feel his patience wearing thin. Really? He was supposed to listen to this bumbling babbling idiot?

Rolling his eyes, Loqi leaned back and crossed his arms.

"I don't care about Director Tuesti. I stand under Director Heidegger. And orders come directly from him or even above. The company doesn't care about you and your little forest friends."

The Mako in his eyes pulsated glaring down on the hunter.

"Do I need to write the question down for you? Or are you able to follow me this time? Did you cooperate with any resistance working against Shinra?"

[il-mostrc]

The crocodile-skinned notebook that bore his schedule for the day held the decorative and regal scripture handwriting of Dr. Hannibal Lecter. Vincent's (@phantomyre-vincent-valentine) name was especially satisfying to write. He dubbed his name romantic, as would anyone with the last name 'Valentine'.

It was his lack of a 'valentine' that sent a referral to Hannibal's door. While Hojo would never step forth in the Good Doctor's Study, he found Lucrecia's presence more and more (without Hojo's knowledge). This young man was proving to be something of a hot subject with her. The vestibule door opened, and Dr. Lecter, complete with wearing one of his finely tailored darker suits, welcomed the young man further into his house.

"Have a seat if you are so inclined," he speaks, his voice almost monotone, one he often gives when greeting newly appointed patients. Nervousness was not unusual; very few people were at ease with opening their lives to a complete stranger at first. Two chairs bask in the glow of a flickering fireplace.

The chairs were once closer together across from one another until a fatal flaw was performed. One of his patients touched his knee, and that was the end of it.

Hannibal is sure Vincent won't mind the distance. Unlatching the button from his jacket, he reclines in the plush leather seat, one leg over the other while balancing the notebook and fountain pen. "Shall we begin?"

[enokvirkow]

Sketch of Enok in his FF VII verse where he runs a small food stall selling Galahdan cuisine

[corcnaiism]

give this a ♡ if you want a short starter !!

[meldaciomartyr]

CAPTIVE :  for one muse to hold the other against their will. // FF VII - it's a throwback to way back when in XV now :]

A comprehensive list of scenarios:

Word had come through the tipsters of Shinra troops operatin' in the grasslands, which was odd enough; normally they were seen on the highway to Kalm and that was the extent of the company's interest in the area.

Dave had decided t'take a solo trip through the grasslands t'see whether the chatter on the radio was true or not. Troops rarely visited the area, but when they did, normally they just passed by the hunters without notice. Not this time. He'd come across the small contingent along one of the roads and could sense a difference in their usual attitude; questionin' him why he was out and about an' then draggin' him away to a truck.

What in tarnation was happenin'?

The hunter got not answer for hours; placed in some bright-lit room, hands in cuffs an' no idea what was goin' on or where he was. Finally a blond feller came into the room an' all but looked down his nose at him.

"Listen mister, there's been some kinda mix-up here. The hunters've worked the grasslands for years, ain't no reason for all o' this."

@loqis

[therapardalis]

[Misc Action Meme from @escortingsecrets.]

🤚 - To offer a hand to dance. ------------

It was times like these that Thera almost wished she wasn't so good at her job. 'Almost' because she had a close to pathological habit of being careful what she actually wished for and 'not so good' because then she might not get invited to events like this. Or at least that was what she told herself was the reason; it was a little more palatable than the other possibility, that she was only there to look good.

Shinra was trying to get its feet back under it after the President's 'untimely' demise, and part of that was holding - being seen to hold - an executive soiree at one of Wall Market's classier halls. Directors, Under-Directors, upper management mingled with false smiles and the occasional kya-ha-ha, alongside local government guests and a fair selection of Honeybee's finest, being paid a lot of money to 'entertain'.

Thera pressed herself back toward a corner, doing her best voluntary wallflower impression as the band struck up a peppier tune and people began pairing off to dance.

Please don't ask me ... truth was she did like to dance, but not here, in this crowd. Please don't ask, please don't ... She inhaled as a hand was offered, eyes darting to the face beyond, and breathed out in relief. "Shivan!" Thank gods. Possibly the only person in the room she could trust!

"Yes, thank you." Fingers were gripped with just a tiny bit of desperation, "I'd be delighted!"

[madeofthreads]

@soldier-lodbrok | X

Lucia's eyes hardened when Glenn attempted to grin her concern away. It wasn't even a convincing grin which was an insult, if he was going to try and pull the wool over the eyes of the Marksqueen he at least should be putting in some effort, not this half-hearted act.

Truth was he had been off. It wasn't even just a one-day thing. Ever since they clocked back on, he wasn't normal Glenn. Didn't take a genius to figure out something was up with him but the fact he hadn't spilled his guts to her or Matt yet, coupled with the fact he hadn't shrugged whatever it was off from his shoulders already? Something big was going on.

"Glenn, my memory isn't as hopeless as yours, of course I remember." How could she not? Rhadore was pretty unforgettable, still a hot topic at her therapy sessions.

Then he mentioned Refu and her posture straightened. Alright, this went from something big to something very real. "Okay, but you have to bring him to me at Shake Shack." That was her compromise. Yes, she'd look after Refu, but they were taking this conversation where they could gossip and talk big or small.