☩Death☩Penalty☩

☩An Independent roleplay blog for Vincent Valentine from FFVII☩ ☩played by Jeri☩

[achaoticreverie]

~A dragon for your Valentine~

[alicerozen]

Catching her gaze, Vincent nodded once. He could see she was serious, as well as pensive and troubled. She didn’t know who it was any more than he did…or why. “How do you plan on doing that?” He asked, following her up the staircase that lead to a long hallway. She had to either be a formidable monarch with influence enough to stop a God…or a highly gifted magic user who could stop them herself. It was hard to believe the later. Yet… Looking briefly at each painting as they passed, he took note of her pictures and how she didn’t seem to look any different in each one. The same blue eyes staring back at him out of a face young enough to be Yuffie’s age, surrounded by different hairstyles and dresses. Surely these paintings had all been during different times, different years…Alice may have more too her than it seems. The man in the pictures near her own looked like a relative. Brother or..maybe father? The gunner was lost enough in his silent questions that the sound of the door swinging open, suddenly caught his attention. Seeing that she was waiting for him, he quickly moved into  the room and gazed around the crystal filled room with wonder. It was beautiful and dark; the smoke from the fireplace curling lazily around the glowing crystals on their delicate chains. “So I’m not a prisoner, then.” He commented as he reached up and brushed a purple crystal, feeling for a hook or way to take it down and pocket it. “I would like to take a look around.”

Alice shakes her head. “Never a prisoner.” She said before walking over to the end table, she pulled out the drawer and pulled out a small crystal on a chain. “There are a few in this end table, free for use, the ones hanging from the roof can’t be moved.” She said calmly.

She walked over to the desk and sat in the chair as she looks at him slowly. “Of course you can look around the city as much as you wish, but if you are leaving the city to let me know.”

“I have a ‘friend’ who knows a bit of other worlds but she and I need some information about you and what happened, as much as you can tell me. And of course I will answer any questions you have as well.” She said calmly.

“But before we start, what is your name?” Alice asked tilting her head softly.

[achaoticreverie]

For a moment, he hesitated in an attempt to compile his thoughts into a linear timeline. All he could really remember of his transition from Gaea to Skyrim was a pulling sensation and darkness. He could tell her what he had been doing prior -- seeing as she had no familiarity with Gaea and it’s monsters, the explanation likely wouldn’t be of use -- but then again, the two places could be more alike than he realized. My name. A name that would mean nothing here, which was strange after all he had been through. “Vincent Valentine.” Walking to the end table that Alice had opened, he could feel her calm, blue eyes assess him. “Let’s hope your friend knows what she’s talking about.”  Reaching out to loop a gloved hand through one of the chains, he pulled out a blue, glowing crystal and slipped it around his neck.  “What I remember...isn’t much. I had laid down to rest in an Inn when I was brought here. That day I had been fighting off a creature called a Malboro. It had nested near a village in the Gaea cliffs and was killing travelers whom wandered past it’s den.”  With it’s powerful odor and ability to Poison with it’s very breath, Malboro were difficult enemies at best. Days like that made him wish he didn’t have such a good sense of smell. He could have known the location of that monster from 300 feet away in blinding snow.

[achaoticreverie]

~A dragon for your Valentine~

[alicerozen]

Every few months until two years of quiet…then him. Hmm. Strange that after such a long period of quiet that a god would decide to pluck someone from another world again. Especially him…as if it had been searching for the right tool and had finally found it. He didn’t like the dark sense of foreboding it dropped down around him, like a veil. He had hoped he would be done with such things – done with being the dark solution to someone’s else’s plans.

“Are the people who are brought always warriors? Heroes? …Monsters?” He wasn’t sure how else to ask. How did one ask Are these gods searching for a weapon? casually? As she listed of the city’s amenities, Vincent took note of them. While he was certain they would keep a close eye on them, which meant staying at the castle, he hoped he would at least be free to roam eventually. If not, he would have to sneak out.

Alice shakes her head. “No…The first one was a child…” She said with a frown. “It’s always random, there was one hero. A dragon slayer.” She said with a sigh. “That was chaos, but thanks to that. I realized which god was doing it and stopped it, but…that god didn’t pull you in.”

Alice was worried, normally she wouldn’t say anything because she felt most people would freak out but he didn’t seem like someone who would. As they walked through the residential part of the city, the blue roofs of the palace come up. “We are here.” She said before walking to the doors of the palace, the guards opened the doors for Alice and him.

“Over here.” Alice said to him before showing him to the west wing of the palace.

[achaoticreverie]

So the first person to be brought here from another world was a child…Strange. What exactly did these Gods want? They sounded like powerful children themselves, bringing others from their homes here, just for their own entertainment. Maybe they did it as a show of strength, or…maybe they don’t have control over who they bring. That thought stuck fast in his mind, Vincent gazed up at the tall, formidable looking battlement gates that surrounded the Palace. It’s blue rooftops brought some color to the otherwise deep gray stone and the architecture looked old. Far older than anything surviving in his own world. Except maybe the Forgotten City. He continued to follow Alice along the inner courtyard, amused at how the guards seemed to watch him with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. “You know what God brought me here?” He asked finally, eyes on that crown of blond hair in front of him, before the West wing was opened up to him and caught him off guard. This castle was massive. The golden light of sunset streamed into the wing and cast off of the walls, bathing everything in a golden hue. The floor looked marbled and decadently inlaid, the craftsmanship of the decor…Rufus Shinra would probably think he had died and gone to heaven, he couldn’t help but muse as he watched Alice and waited for her answer. She seemed forthcoming enough so far…strange for a member of Royalty, unless she thought the more he knew, the better. I’ll find out soon enough.

[alicerozen]

Alice was a little lost in her thoughts, what god did it? Why now and why him, what did he have that made a dark god want him here? As she thinks on it, she heard his question. She shakes her head softly. “Sadly no, but I know which god it wasn’t. Sheogorath was the one who did this a lot, he is the dark god of Madness. He…enjoyed it a lot but I got him to stop, so it’s not him but I don’t know who did this. But I will figure it out and return you home, I promise.”

She looked over her shoulder to him, she was completely serious. You could hear it in her voice and see it in her eyes.

She looked forward once again as she continues to lead him through the wing, a long hall with old paintings covered the walls. One or two of Alice dressed in beautiful gowns with her hair up and jewels laced with-in her hair, but some of a man. Standing tall with brown hair pushed off to the side and brown eyes, dressed in dark blue with gold details. He…looked a little bit like Alice.

At the end of the hall Alice stops and takes a key out from the plant by the door, she unlocks the door with it and opens the door before walking inside. A tall round room with bookshelves over filled with books and a desk overflowing with papers and maps, a bed to the right side and a small fireplace to the left side but no window. The light that filled this room was from hanging crystals, the crystals were a beautiful mix of purple and blue. Alice walks to the middle of the room. “This will be your room, the crystals blocked the gods out so it’s safe. There are small ones which you can take if you want to leave and look around the city, but they only last for 24 hours so you would need to recharge them in moon and star light.” She said calmly.

[achaoticreverie]

Catching her gaze, Vincent nodded once. He could see she was serious, as well as pensive and troubled. She didn’t know who it was any more than he did...or why. “How do you plan on doing that?” He asked, following her up the staircase that lead to a long hallway. She had to either be a formidable monarch with influence enough to stop a God...or a highly gifted magic user who could stop them herself. It was hard to believe the later. Yet... Looking briefly at each painting as they passed, he took note of her pictures and how she didn’t seem to look any different in each one. The same blue eyes staring back at him out of a face young enough to be Yuffie’s age, surrounded by different hairstyles and dresses. Surely these paintings had all been during different times, different years...Alice may have more too her than it seems. The man in the pictures near her own looked like a relative. Brother or..maybe father? The gunner was lost enough in his silent questions that the sound of the door swinging open, suddenly caught his attention. Seeing that she was waiting for him, he quickly moved into  the room and gazed around the crystal filled room with wonder. It was beautiful and dark; the smoke from the fireplace curling lazily around the glowing crystals on their delicate chains.  “So I’m not a prisoner, then.” He commented as he reached up and brushed a purple crystal, feeling for a hook or way to take it down and pocket it. “I would like to take a look around.”

[redribbonmage]

@achaoticreverie

The fog that had rolled into the centre of the city had swept itself out to the west, leaving behind a drizzling rainfall and chilly temperatures that carried her throughout her day at the college. Yet Chise still held herself back after her last class to tend to the rooftop garden and catch up on English reading she hadn’t finished the evening before. The rain had gone off as well, but the slightly chilly temperatures remained as she waved goodbye to a few familiar faces, venturing out on her own.

Wrapped in an oversized red cardigan that covered the blouse she wore, Chise appeared quite small. Despite the chill in the air, she wanted to make her way towards the familiar corner cafe that sat perched between several restaurants and bakeries. There was a blueberry lavender meringue pie she wanted to try, and possibly get Alice or Stella to try as well if she enjoyed it. 

She was used to seeing numerous people on the streets after her class day, but nothing like this. As she approached the intersection, a small crowd had gathered, several people had plucked their phones from their pockets and seemed to be trying to inch forward. A perked brow gave way to her budding curiosity. I hope no one is hurt. 

It was in her pathway towards the cafe, and she herself stepped forward to investigate, brown boots narrowly avoiding stepping in a sidewalk puddle that had nearly escaped her gaze. 

‘Wow, would you look at that then?!’ She heard somebody exclaim. 

[achaoticreverie]

Vincent had no idea how he had gotten here. That alone bothered him, like a constant prickling in the back of his mind --  A reminder of days past when he had woken up, covered in blood with the question of where have I been? Fortunately, it did not appear the case here, but what he was greeted with...was almost worse. Chaos.  “Sir, may I take your picture? Oh my god, you look just like him!” Drawing eagerly closer to him, she pulled out her phone when --  “Me too, could I take a picture with you? That cosplay is brilliant!” Another woman approached, trying to fix her shoulder length blond hair as the cold wind blew it around in the dismal weather.  Where am I? These women acted as those he were famous or masquerading as someone else, neither of which were the case. He didn’t feel up to getting his picture taken either. “No. If you will excuse me.”  Brushing past them, he managed to walk a few feet and piece together that he was in a city. Large, crowded, well kept.... The people all around him were dressed warm and well. There were no trash heaps littering the streets and while cars were not widely used, bicycles. There were bicycles everywhere.  “He wouldn’t let me take his picture, but maybe you could give it a go.” Frowning and turning slightly, Vincent’s sensitive ears could pick up the sound of whispering and more people crowding around him to get a better look. This wasn’t Gaea. And whoever they thought he was, must have been popular indeed. He needed to get out of here. Picking up the pace, he hurried across a busy intersection and felt the eyes upon him as he went. More cameras pulled out, more stunned, eager faces. Ducking down an alleyway, he hurried to the other side, only to find yet another crowd of surprised and giggling women who all rushed to grab their cameras. Behind them, stood a redheaded girl who simply looked confused.  Trapped..God damnit.

[achaoticreverie]

~A dragon for your Valentine~

[alicerozen]

Every few months until two years of quiet…then him. Hmm. Strange that after such a long period of quiet that a god would decide to pluck someone from another world again. Especially him…as if it had been searching for the right tool and had finally found it. He didn’t like the dark sense of foreboding it dropped down around him, like a veil. He had hoped he would be done with such things – done with being the dark solution to someone’s else’s plans.

“Are the people who are brought always warriors? Heroes? …Monsters?” He wasn’t sure how else to ask. How did one ask Are these gods searching for a weapon? casually? As she listed of the city’s amenities, Vincent took note of them. While he was certain they would keep a close eye on them, which meant staying at the castle, he hoped he would at least be free to roam eventually. If not, he would have to sneak out.

Alice shakes her head. “No…The first one was a child…” She said with a frown. “It’s always random, there was one hero. A dragon slayer.” She said with a sigh. “That was chaos, but thanks to that. I realized which god was doing it and stopped it, but…that god didn’t pull you in.”

Alice was worried, normally she wouldn’t say anything because she felt most people would freak out but he didn’t seem like someone who would. As they walked through the residential part of the city, the blue roofs of the palace come up. “We are here.” She said before walking to the doors of the palace, the guards opened the doors for Alice and him.

“Over here.” Alice said to him before showing him to the west wing of the palace.

[achaoticreverie]

So the first person to be brought here from another world was a child...Strange. What exactly did these Gods want? They sounded like powerful children themselves, bringing others from their homes here, just for their own entertainment. Maybe they did it as a show of strength, or...maybe they don’t have control over who they bring. That thought stuck fast in his mind, Vincent gazed up at the tall, formidable looking battlement gates that surrounded the Palace. It’s blue rooftops brought some color to the otherwise deep gray stone and the architecture looked old. Far older than anything surviving in his own world. Except maybe the Forgotten City. He continued to follow Alice along the inner courtyard, amused at how the guards seemed to watch him with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. “You know what God brought me here?” He asked finally, eyes on that crown of blond hair in front of him, before the West wing was opened up to him and caught him off guard. This castle was massive. The golden light of sunset streamed into the wing and cast off of the walls, bathing everything in a golden hue. The floor looked marbled and decadently inlaid, the craftsmanship of the decor...Rufus Shinra would probably think he had died and gone to heaven, he couldn’t help but muse as he watched Alice and waited for her answer. She seemed forthcoming enough so far...strange for a member of Royalty, unless she thought the more he knew, the better. I’ll find out soon enough.

[achaoticreverie]

~A dragon for your Valentine~

[alicerozen]

With a calm, calculated look, Vincent listened to her explanation. High Princess? The feeling that this woman had no business out here on her own, increased. A princess comes to the coast to bring in strays? As she continued, he took a moment to scan the coastline. He narrowed his eyes on the spiny dune scrubs that sprung up amongst the dry grasses, but saw nothing. Aside from her voice, the area was silent. Refocusing on her, she spoke of a Dark God and he frowned. Summoned by a Dark God..? “Skyrim…” He began, “Is no where I have ever heard of. It isn’t on Gaea.” And he had traveled to every corner of the small, dying world that he called home. “So what your saying is…this is a different world.” With different monsters, different problems and a Dark God that wanted to drag him into it. Fantastic… Regardless, she said she had a place to go where this Dark God could not seek him. He had no other information, no resources aside from the few items he carried. For now, he would have to trust her. He sighed. “Lead the way.” Walking closer to her, he paused, three paces back and waited for her.

Alice had tilted her head softly to the side as she is listened to him, Gaea…was that the world he came from? She nodded. “Yes a different world.” She said calmly.

She was a little surprised that he agreed to follow her, but she nodded and turned. “Very well, follow me.” She started to lead the way from the coast to the stone pathway, that leads around the mountain side.

“This is Solitude, one of the nine cities of Skyrim.” Alice said calmly to him as she continued leading the way up the path to the city. “Once safe, I can and will answer any questions you have.”

[achaoticreverie]

So it is another world. He wasn’t certain how he fell about this fact. On the one hand, It was only a matter of time before his friend’s lives moved on without him…even into death. On the other, hadn’t he resolved to maintain those bonds? With a sigh, Vincent followed Alice’s lead, taking time to examine the landscape.   Rocky terrain, thin, tall trees; as he watched large boulders and outcroppings spring up ahead of them, in some ways, it reminded him of the Nibel Mountains. No giant spiders here, though. He counted that as a blessing. Nestled high on a narrow, earthen bridge lay a city that must have been “Solitude.” The name was fitting. As far as he could tell, no other settlement was around for miles.  As they neared the city gates, Vincent spoke. “You said that I wasn’t the first. How often does this happen? …Gods, pulling people out of their worlds.”

[alicerozen]

Alice looked over her shoulder to him at his question. “It’s been going on for four years now, the first year was ever three months someone would be pulled in. The second year, ever six to five months. And then it was quiet for two years…until you.” She said before looking ahead, they pass by a stable.

They come up to the tall stone walls with towers at the corners, huge metal doors closed with two guards. They both notice Alice and Vincent, they looked at Vincent for but a moment before nodding at Alice and opening the doors for them.

Alice walks into the town. “On the left is the inn and potions shop, the stone stairs lead up to the blacksmith and the training grounds. Where the imperial soldiers train and rest, there is also the temple for the light gods. On the right is the clothing shop and marketplace, begone is the residential area. And past that is the blue palace, where we are heading.”

[achaoticreverie]

Every few months until two years of quiet...then him. Hmm. Strange that after such a long period of quiet that a god would decide to pluck someone from another world again. Especially him...as if it had been searching for the right tool and had finally found it. He didn’t like the dark sense of foreboding it dropped down around him, like a veil. He had hoped he would be done with such things -- done with being the dark solution to someone’s else’s plans. 

“Are the people who are brought always warriors? Heroes? ...Monsters?” He wasn’t sure how else to ask. How did one ask Are these gods searching for a weapon? casually? As she listed of the city’s amenities, Vincent took note of them. While he was certain they would keep a close eye on them, which meant staying at the castle, he hoped he would at least be free to roam eventually. If not, he would have to sneak out.

[the-gamer-land]

[meteorfallen]

Things You May Not Have Known or Had Forgotten About FFVII

                So I read some compilations of FFVII recently that were going around and I thought I’d make one of my own. For newer fans and older ones – From serious ones to hilarious ones, I’ve named a few. (Some spoilers)

               Genesis’ fan club is sponsored by his foster parents in Banora.

               Genesis’ parents saw the task of raising Genesis as a mere job from Shinra, however their affections for him grew over time.

               The abandoned Banora mine was Genesis’ “secret base” as a child. It is home to his childhood accomplishments, and his place of play. Genesis also made Banora juice a product and even won an award for it, the “National Agriculture Awards, Processed Foods Category.” He keeps the reward there in his trophy case.

               Genesis actually ends up with two fan clubs, not just one. The Red Leather, and Study Group. His fan club split because of a disagreement (his fandom is discourse haha) on what subject to focus on. Though Zack can cause them to merge again.

               Reminder Sephiroth uses an entire bottle of shampoo and conditioner in his hair each time he washes it.

               Sephiroth used to sneak into the training room with Angeal and Genesis to spar. His fan club knows this.

               Speaking of his fan club, the Silver Elite is very exclusive and Zack could only join after taking a quiz to prove his knowledge of Sephiroth.

               Apparently Professor Hojo leads this fan club, posing as the head chairwoman.

               Angeal was a thief as a kid. He grew up stealing things. People never mention this. He was a thief by necessity, but that’s still a huge character point in his life that’s always overlooked for some reason.

               Angeal’s fan club talks about his love of nature, and how he’s a skilled cook. Not only that, but he seems to have an unusual skill of successfully cooking new dishes with leftovers.

               Angeal carries a camera with him on missions. He uses it to take pictures of beautiful scenery. His fan club says it is his most valuable possession, and a gift from his mother.

               Zack may have been Angeal’s actual protégé’, but there were a lot of SOLDIERs who revere Angeal and considered him their mentor and idol. He was genuinely, ‘the ideal SOLDIER operative and the organization’s spiritual leader.’ He passes this influence on to Zack.

               Lazard wanted revenge, but when he became an Angeal Clone he became almost like Angeal’s own Remnant. People forget he helped bust Zack and Cloud out. Lazard also confesses Angeal’s real dreams to Zack, confessing that what Angeal most wanted was to help Zack, to save Genesis, and even to save the entire world.

               All of the Trinity SOLDIERs did in fact have hero complexes.

               It isn’t just fandom that Angeal refers to Zack as a puppy. That’s canon. Angeal’s mother Gillian tells Zack that in her son’s letters to her he mirthfully refers to his pupil as Zack the Puppy in them, and remarks on his puppy-like traits. Much to Zack’s embarrassment.

                In some form or way, Zack’s parents have adopted Cissnei into their family.

               Also, Zack’s been missing for years and his mother is seriously worried that this might mean Zack won’t be able to find a wife. Which while hysterical, is also so incredulous to even think about.

               Sephiroth was actually expressive throughout Crisis Core, and he openly tried to bond with Zack. When he was on his way to Modeoheim and heard Zack was in the area he purposefully stopped to see him and pass on recent information to him. Despite how Sephiroth is normally portrayed as being incredibly standoffish or lacking in the EQ department, and Zack is portrayed as the bundle of reassurances, that encountered showed the exact opposite. Sephiroth was shown to have an openly sarcastic side and was shown to reassure others when faced with their distress – like he did with Zack. People always forget this, myself included.

               Zack literally beat the shit out of three armored gun-wielding Genesis copies while in his swimming trunks and only wielding a beach umbrella.

               Kunsel is the most unsung hero of Crisis Core, and probably the whole Final Fantasy 7 franchise tbh. Don’t ever think for a minute he’s a minor character like he is labeled. Throughout the game he boasts insider knowledge regarding the movements of Genesis, Angeal, Sephiroth, and even knows that the Jenova Project resulted in a huge fiasco twenty years ago in the science department. He even actively emails Zack when he escapes from Nibelheim to try and help him and was ready to go against Shinra for his friend. Worst part is? No one actually knows what happened to him after Crisis Core. Did he escape? Did Shinra get him? Did something else happen? Who knows.

               Hilariously, Aerith turned down Zack’s offer of a date in life, and in death. Girl really did that. Read her novella.

               Tifa and Cloud mutually pined for one another as kids, despite the popular belief that it was only Cloud who had a crush. The fact they sort of avoided each other after the incident on the mountain is what made Cloud think Tifa doesn’t like him.

               Tifa and Aerith were able to complete each other’s sentences, and they did this several times in game. They were also together most of the time when they went to towns. And when Cloud talks about wanting to meet Aerith again in the Promised Land, Tifa says she wants to see her again too.

               Vincent was lowkey funny and it was honestly the best. Don’t believe me? He once told Cloud, “I don’t care what you’re doing, so much as the stupid way you’re doing it.” He also told Reeve he didn’t think he dressed very interestingly (in DoC), which was made even funnier when Reeve stated he’d spent all morning trying to decide what to wear beforehand.

               Houdini literally has nothing on Yuffie. She has been escaping from elite officers, the top ninjas of Wutai, since she was a very young princess.

               In the game you could dress Cloud up with a choice of dresses, tiara, and even undergarments. Apparently Cloud is beautiful enough that even with Aerith and Tifa dressed up and standing side-by-side to him, he was still deemed more beautiful than they were. Following that thought, Cloud later removes the dress when they spring their trap on Don Coreno. However Cloud doesn’t ever actually seem to remove his… undergarments. So, it could be canon that Cloud goes around wearing lingerie for a great deal of the game under his fatigues. Heck maybe the whole game afterwards. Sit on that for a while.

               Cloud, Aeris, and Tifa sequentially threatened to, “Chop off, rip off, and smash,” Don Corneo’s junk. While doing a dramatic one-leg up on the bed lean-in pose. Gangsters.

               Cloud actually said, “I ain’t INTERESTED in a bunch of scrubs like you!” when he removed his disguise again. (Again, the lingerie stays underneath?)

               Also while speaking about disguises – we can’t forget Red XIII/Nanaki dressed up on that boat and literally everyone was too drunk to see through his Scooby-doo disguise can we?

               Hojo actually does have a lot of admirers. And they’re not all academic. Let that settle in. Or don’t. Its creepy either way.

               Palmer got hit by a bus and flung off screen during the game – now that was funny!

               And perhaps most hilarious of all to remember… Does anyone else remember being turned into a Toad, and then everyone being turned into a Toad, and having an all frog vs. frog death match? Because that was something that could legit happen.

These were some off the top of my head. I didn’t want to add too many, but if you guys would like some more wacky funny facts let me know and I’ll make another one. 

[achaoticreverie]

~A dragon for your Valentine~

[alicerozen]

With a calm, calculated look, Vincent listened to her explanation. High Princess? The feeling that this woman had no business out here on her own, increased. A princess comes to the coast to bring in strays? As she continued, he took a moment to scan the coastline. He narrowed his eyes on the spiny dune scrubs that sprung up amongst the dry grasses, but saw nothing. Aside from her voice, the area was silent. Refocusing on her, she spoke of a Dark God and he frowned. Summoned by a Dark God..? “Skyrim…” He began, “Is no where I have ever heard of. It isn’t on Gaea.” And he had traveled to every corner of the small, dying world that he called home. “So what your saying is…this is a different world.” With different monsters, different problems and a Dark God that wanted to drag him into it. Fantastic… Regardless, she said she had a place to go where this Dark God could not seek him. He had no other information, no resources aside from the few items he carried. For now, he would have to trust her. He sighed. “Lead the way.” Walking closer to her, he paused, three paces back and waited for her.

Alice had tilted her head softly to the side as she is listened to him, Gaea…was that the world he came from? She nodded. “Yes a different world.” She said calmly.

She was a little surprised that he agreed to follow her, but she nodded and turned. “Very well, follow me.” She started to lead the way from the coast to the stone pathway, that leads around the mountain side.

“This is Solitude, one of the nine cities of Skyrim.” Alice said calmly to him as she continued leading the way up the path to the city. “Once safe, I can and will answer any questions you have.”

[achaoticreverie]

So it is another world. He wasn’t certain how he fell about this fact. On the one hand, It was only a matter of time before his friend’s lives moved on without him...even into death. On the other, hadn’t he resolved to maintain those bonds? With a sigh, Vincent followed Alice’s lead, taking time to examine the landscape.   Rocky terrain, thin, tall trees; as he watched large boulders and outcroppings spring up ahead of them, in some ways, it reminded him of the Nibel Mountains. No giant spiders here, though. He counted that as a blessing. Nestled high on a narrow, earthen bridge lay a city that must have been “Solitude.” The name was fitting. As far as he could tell, no other settlement was around for miles.  As they neared the city gates, Vincent spoke. “You said that I wasn’t the first. How often does this happen? ...Gods, pulling people out of their worlds.”

[achaoticreverie]

~A dragon for your Valentine~

Darkness. Drifting along like a raft on the vast ocean, Vincent’s mind swam with unconsciousness. It was a cool place…tranquil. Somewhere in the distance, the sound of grasses swayed on the breeze of some, unknown shore. So peaceful…he could sleep. Yet…what was that? It started as the sound of static or…maybe it was a whine. Something was nagging. Nagging again and again in the back of his mind. A drumming.., thumping.., screaming of a ragged voice as glowing yellow eyes flashed towards him and pierced into his very soul.  With a jolt, Vincent sat up, eyes wide and staring. His heart racing, pulse pounding in his ears, he reached for cerberus and looked around. Where am I? The last thing he could remember was laying down to rest at the Inn in Kalm. He’d had a single glass of wine and had been letting his mind wander…had he fallen asleep? Frowning, he tried to remember as his glowing, crimson gaze scanned the scenery around him. It had been a long time since he had woken up in an unknown location without memory of how he had gotten there. Not since Omega…not since the materia had been ripped from his chest and Chaos had taken hold of him. Surely…surely that couldn’t be the case again. 

[alicerozen]

Alice was sitting at her window of her room in the blue palace, she watched the waves of the sea rolling over the sands of the beaches close by. Too quiet…It was far too quiet. She frowns at the quietness, it worried her deeply. She sighed heavily and stood up, a walk…yes she hoped a walk could help put her at ease.

Soft sands under her feet, cold and wet but somehow it was comforting to her. She closes her eyes taking a breath, her eyes popped open in shock. She didn’t know that scent, she looks around quickly. She started to follow the new scent, it was so different from the scents of Skyrim. An outsider, this is very bad. Bad for Skyrim and bad for this stranger depending on how they got here.

She didn’t have to walk for long until she found him, well found his back. “Were you pulled in? or did you send yourself here?” She asked the stranger calmly, if he was pulled in she would help him like she had with the others. But…if he sent himself here, she would have to…Take care of it.

[achaoticreverie]

No sooner had he begun to rise, that the sound of footsteps behind him drew his attention. Going still and waiting, he gripped his right hand around Cerberus, fingers hovering near the trigger. Was it someone friendly? An enemy? They were downwind and he could not catch their scent, but if he strained his hearing…he could hear the soft sound of breathing. The rhythm of a heartbeat. A woman. “Were you pulled in? or did you send yourself here?” What? A strange question and yet…that could be exactly what had happened to him. Pulled elsewhere by a force outside of him…Hadn’t Cloud experienced the same thing before when Sephiroth called him?  Standing up in fluid motion, he pushed his cape aside to face the stranger. Small in stature, akin to that of Yuffie or Shelk, the woman stood, steadily staring at him with a pair of deep blue eyes. Her outfit spoke of wealth, her well managed hair of ease of life, and yet…something about her kept him on guard. What would a young woman in a nice dress be doing outside, away from others, addressing a stranger, except if she was certain she could protect herself? Or hand friends nearby who could do so.  “…I was pulled.” He said after a long moment, shifting his stance. “I don’t know where here is.”

[alicerozen]

Alice watched him rise up and face her, she should be on guard and ready to protect herself but there was something about him made her feel at ease. But it felt like maybe he would understand her, no…stop thinking you have a job to do.

“I am Alice Rozen, I am the high princess or Skyrim which is where you are right now. It is a part of an empire.” She said calmly, he was very different from others that were pulled into her world. Which god did it? Why? what was it about him that they wanted. “Others like yourself has been pulled in and helped to return home, and I will help you home as well.” She said calmly before sighing this is the hardest part. “I need you to follow me to somewhere safe, only a dark god could have pulled you in. They probably want something from you, so you are in danger.” She said with serious eyes, she hoped he would listen and follow her. Others would panic and cry or run away from her, and almost get themselves killed.

[achaoticreverie]

With a calm, calculated look, Vincent listened to her explanation. High Princess? The feeling that this woman had no business out here on her own, increased. A princess comes to the coast to bring in strays? As she continued, he took a moment to scan the coastline. He narrowed his eyes on the spiny dune scrubs that sprung up amongst the dry grasses, but saw nothing. Aside from her voice, the area was silent. Refocusing on her, she spoke of a Dark God and he frowned. Summoned by a Dark God..?  “Skyrim…” He began, “Is no where I have ever heard of. It isn’t on Gaea.” And he had traveled to every corner of the small, dying world that he called home. “So what you're saying is…this is a different world.” With different monsters, different problems and a Dark God that wanted to drag him into it. Fantastic… Regardless, she said she had a place to go where this Dark God could not seek him. He had no other information, no resources aside from the few items he carried. For now, he would have to trust her. He sighed.  “Lead the way.” Walking closer to her, he paused, three paces back and waited for her.

[achaoticreverie]

~A dragon for your Valentine~

Darkness. Drifting along like a raft on the vast ocean, Vincent’s mind swam with unconsciousness. It was a cool place…tranquil. Somewhere in the distance, the sound of grasses swayed on the breeze of some, unknown shore. So peaceful…he could sleep. Yet…what was that? It started as the sound of static or…maybe it was a whine. Something was nagging. Nagging again and again in the back of his mind. A drumming.., thumping.., screaming of a ragged voice as glowing yellow eyes flashed towards him and pierced into his very soul.  With a jolt, Vincent sat up, eyes wide and staring. His heart racing, pulse pounding in his ears, he reached for cerberus and looked around. Where am I? The last thing he could remember was laying down to rest at the Inn in Kalm. He’d had a single glass of wine and had been letting his mind wander…had he fallen asleep? Frowning, he tried to remember as his glowing, crimson gaze scanned the scenery around him. It had been a long time since he had woken up in an unknown location without memory of how he had gotten there. Not since Omega…not since the materia had been ripped from his chest and Chaos had taken hold of him. Surely…surely that couldn’t be the case again. 

[alicerozen]

Alice was sitting at her window of her room in the blue palace, she watched the waves of the sea rolling over the sands of the beaches close by. Too quiet…It was far too quiet. She frowns at the quietness, it worried her deeply. She sighed heavily and stood up, a walk…yes she hoped a walk could help put her at ease.

Soft sands under her feet, cold and wet but somehow it was comforting to her. She closes her eyes taking a breath, her eyes popped open in shock. She didn’t know that scent, she looks around quickly. She started to follow the new scent, it was so different from the scents of Skyrim. An outsider, this is very bad. Bad for Skyrim and bad for this stranger depending on how they got here.

She didn’t have to walk for long until she found him, well found his back. “Were you pulled in? or did you send yourself here?” She asked the stranger calmly, if he was pulled in she would help him like she had with the others. But…if he sent himself here, she would have to…Take care of it.

[achaoticreverie]

No sooner had he begun to rise, that the sound of footsteps behind him drew his attention. Going still and waiting, he gripped his right hand around Cerberus, fingers hovering near the trigger. Was it someone friendly? An enemy? They were downwind and he could not catch their scent, but if he strained his hearing...he could hear the soft sound of breathing. The rhythm of a heartbeat. A woman. “Were you pulled in? or did you send yourself here?” What? A strange question and yet...that could be exactly what had happened to him. Pulled elsewhere by a force outside of him...Hadn’t Cloud experienced the same thing before when Sephiroth called him?  Standing up in fluid motion, he pushed his cape aside to face the stranger. Small in stature, akin to that of Yuffie or Shelk, the woman stood, steadily staring at him with a pair of deep blue eyes. Her outfit spoke of wealth, her well managed hair of ease of life, and yet...something about her kept him on guard. What would a young woman in a nice dress be doing outside, away from others, addressing a stranger, except if she was certain she could protect herself? Or hand friends nearby who could do so.  “...I was pulled.” He said after a long moment, shifting his stance. “I don’t know where here is.”

[achaoticreverie]

~A dragon for your Valentine~

Darkness. Drifting along like a raft on the vast ocean, Vincent’s mind swam with unconsciousness. It was a cool place...tranquil. Somewhere in the distance, the sound of grasses swayed on the breeze of some, unknown shore. So peaceful...he could sleep. Yet...what was that? It started as the sound of static or...maybe it was a whine. Something was nagging. Nagging again and again in the back of his mind. A drumming.., thumping.., screaming of a ragged voice as glowing yellow eyes flashed towards him and pierced into his very soul.  With a jolt, Vincent sat up, eyes wide and staring. His heart racing, pulse pounding in his ears, he reached for cerberus and looked around. Where am I? The last thing he could remember was laying down to rest at the Inn in Kalm. He’d had a single glass of wine and had been letting his mind wander...had he fallen asleep? Frowning, he tried to remember as his glowing, crimson gaze scanned the scenery around him. It had been a long time since he had woken up in an unknown location without memory of how he had gotten there. Not since Omega...not since the materia had been ripped from his chest and Chaos had taken hold of him. Surely...surely that couldn’t be the case again. 

[lucrxcia-blog]

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@crimson-sun @risingoflights Hello darling! I’m your secret santa! Now, I noticed you like the threesome from FFVII and I happen to be a Lucrecia! So please enjoy this piece of music I wrote for you as a lullaby from her! <3 MERRY CHRISTMAS!  [ May the light always lead you

To the white shores 

May the night never take you

Even in the storm 

All of my love I give to you now

You were the last light

In my soul

Love made me blind

But made me whole

You were the brightest star

Born from my sighs

Hidden in the dark 

Now we must say goodbye

May the road be straight 

and narrow at your feet

May the goddess always

Give you hope and belief

All of my love I give to you now

You were the last light

In my soul

Love made me blind

But made me whole

You were the brightest star

Born from my sighs

Hidden in the dark 

Now we must say goodbye]

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well, that’s not ominous at all. nice save, Lucrecia, very professional

also, i know this probably isn’t the best time to bring it up, but i love that Sephiroth inherited Lucrecia’s immaculate bangs, like if he’d ever just seen one picture of Lucrecia, i don’t think he would have had any doubt who his real mother was

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[ my fight with sephiroth was an adventure ]

[achaoticreverie]

The Proposal;

She finds herself following the coordinates provided on her PHS, to somewhere outside of Kalm she doesn’t recognize. Still, it isn’t as though Vincent wasn’t a romantic at heart, perhaps this was for old time’s sake? Where was he? She stops, finally, at the top of the hill in a small grove of trees. It’s pretty, she decides, enjoying the feeling of the warm wind against her skin. ---

He watches her fully entering the clearing, take the time to drink in the view before he makes himself known. The sun had been setting slowly on the horizon and it now cast it’s shades of orange, red and purple across the sky. The stars would soon come out to play.

“You made it.” Facing her from across the grove, his eyes glow ever softly in the waning light. His heart was racing in his chest, full as he approached her. The dying sun caught her hair in a bronze-gold glow and blew it about. She looked like a Goddess.

[achaoticreverie]

Christmas Wishes

✠ His eyes never leave her face as she runs her fingers through his hair. There is no fear there, no hesitation to embrace everything that he has become. Somehow, despite the darkness of the past, they had found a light to follow. A way to continue forward. The warmth in his chest grows and her question rings true. “…Yes.” 

Running a careful hand down her side, he touches the swell of her stomach and holds it there, rejecting the questions that immediately spring to life for the sake of the moment. He would concern himself with the details of fatherhood soon; not tonight. “You should have dinner.”

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She leans up against him, placing her hand over his only briefly – she feels the same warmth between them. The warmth she should have nurtured all those years ago and neglected for the sake of keeping her guilt. With such clarity she sees now. The nightmare is over. “Mnnn…. We both should have dinner. You included.” She reaches up to tap his nose and then pulls away, reluctantly, to the kitchen. It feels surreal, being able to live with him, share a life with him, even decorating for a holiday. She deserves none of this. But he does. “I know you don’t necessarily need to eat – But I insist. You like my cooking afterall, don’t you?” ✠  

He blinks as his nose is tapped and then watches her move to the kitchen. Regardless of the changes her body was enduring, Lucrecia moved with an easy grace. Tearing his gaze away from the way her ponytail swings about her hips, he starts forward. “I do.” He knew the answer came too quickly, but hoped she would overlook it. It was the truth, despite the fact that he never felt hungry anymore. Standing in the doorway, nostalgia hit. Along with it, a vision of the past. She had been standing exactly where she was now and baking a cake. He had told her it wasn’t necessary, stuttered out protest, but she had insisted that celebrating his birthday was an important event. An hour later, they were both eating cake batter and talking about the progress that she and the professor had been making.  What a shame that work had been the only thing that had come to mind.

[lucrxcia-blog]

"I think we need more ornaments."

                       x “Do you? I mean, I suppose I could add a few more –                                     but I can’t really reach the top…Hm… You’ll have to do it!” 

[lucrxcia-blog]

x “I know, I just… sometimes forget, I think.”

I made you this way, didn’t I?  There’s a small glimmer of guilt, passing like a shadow behind her eyes, lifting then and being replaced with the thought that those times are so far now. They are a distant nightmare. The child she carries now is not a result of experimentation or trying to recreate a long-dead race… it’s his. Maybe not normal but something they’re making a home for together. She has to stand on the tips of her toes to return the gesture, she plays at his hair after their lips part, being unable to keep the happiness from her lips or her movements. “Are you happy?” He seems it but she asks anyway (as emotions never register quite properly anymore on that handsome face of his). 

[achaoticreverie]

 His eyes never leave her face as she runs her fingers through his hair. There is no fear there, no hesitation to embrace everything that he has become. Somehow, despite the darkness of the past, they had found a light to follow. A way to continue forward. The warmth in his chest grows and her question rings true. “...Yes.”  Running a careful hand down her side, he touches the swell of her stomach and holds it there, rejecting the questions that immediately spring to life for the sake of the moment. He would concern himself with the details of fatherhood soon; not tonight. “You should have dinner.”