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Adrian Mallory. "Space should be a zone of wonder, not of conflict and death." { icon, sidebar image, mobile header made by directortrench }

[adrianmallory]

wanttohurt

— < ▼ >  NASA… he could deal with that, despite how delightfully boring. But perhaps Zachariah was getting ahead of himself, seeing as he wasn’t sure about where he wanted this to go. But fun wasn’t outlawed, he could mess around and get back to daily things. Nobody was promising he’ll see the other again after this. He’ll be buried in his work and Trench would be in his. However, he let’s a short lived smirk brace his features for a couple seconds at the suggestiveness. And that sorts the final coin toss for him. Landing heads, he decides why not shoot his shot. The other seemingly was too interested, so it’ll be easy picking.

       ❝I’d love to, Adrian, but perhaps this isn’t the right place for it…❞ He starts. Downs his remaining glass of whiskey, feeling no bite or burn after years of being used to it. ❝Would you mind to go elsewhere?❞ He leans in ever so slightly, obvious in his own proposal. The only thing holding him back was the though the other man might be too inebriated. He hopes to whatever god there was, he wasn’t completely drunk off his ass. Otherwise, this might be shameful…

      ❝But… How much did you drink, first?❞ He asks, concluding it might be best to play it safe for now. ❝You’re not drunk, right?❞ Trench has enough morals to not take advantage of things that weren’t necessary. Unlike a prodigy found, this was merely a man he didn’t want drama over spending time with. Too bad he didn’t have foresight to see this would end badly anyway…

“Oh, yeah, sure. Let’s go somewhere more private. Your place?”

But then Trench wanted to know how much he’d been drinking…

“Um, three glasses? Do you think I’m drunk?”

... okay, maybe he wasn’t half as drunk as he’d thought. He was a recreational drinker, after all – he was clearly a man who could handle his alcohol. Maybe... he just needed to tell himself it was the booze and not the fact that he was plainly lusting after a man he had only just met.

His inhibitions had vacated the premises early on, there was no denying that… but then again, as much as he liked to preach the importance of keeping a level head and being rational, he could be such an impulsive fool a lot of the times, with or without a drink.

Upon hearing Trench’s question, however, he was suddenly acutely aware that he might be giving off the impression that he was completely and utterly sloshed… and Trench, of course, being the gentleman that he seemed to be, would surely refuse his advances if he didn’t get his act together.

“What, you want me to walk in a straight line for you? Recite the alphabet backwards?” The smugness returned, and he was smirking again. “You sure you’re not still looking for an excuse to arrest me?”

[adrianmallory]

wanttohurt

— < ▼ > Something, inside of Trench, whispers that the other man wants wildly different things. At least as of currently. Luckily, it wasn’t the Board’s violent voice telling him to use the hotline (as he wasn’t in the mood for that now). However, the gut feeling was almost exciting. How long ago did Zachariah even have something going for him outside the Bureau? It’s been so long, since Kate. Everything after that is a blur, some faces here and there, nobody that lasted and definitely most not in the Bureau now. He weighs his options, and decides on the very valid one– which is to say, fuck it, and see what happens. Regardless, the way the man talked… it earned Trench rolling his eyes in awkward annoyance.

       ❝So… Adrian. What is it you do, then?❞ He asks, sips on his drink. It’s the most casual he can allow himself to be, and its very forced. His worries plague him still, but tonight was about relaxing the slight bit, even if it meant terrible conversation with a complete stranger and getting drunk. Alternatively, he might just get lucky tonight, if he was reading the other correctly, but truth is– he wasn’t sure if he was even remotely emotionally available for that. Let alone, if he’d be up for the task.

       Despite the question, Trench is almost sure he knows the answer. The other seemed… smart. Smart enough to make it his career. Probably, not smart enough to stay away from Trench. Kind of like a moth to flame. Zachariah wasn’t going to complain, though, he’ll keep his mouth shut and just go with the flow for once. His personal life was beyond lacking.

“Oh!” Adrian blurted out quite suddenly, as if aghast at his own lack of manners at having neglected to introduce himself properly – and yet he was already hazarding guesses at his neighbour’s line of work. “I’m a research scientist for NASA.”

He was tempted to go on at length about the areas of his research, and his (quite distinguished and accomplished, if he may say so himself) curriculum vitae, but somehow Adrian wasn’t sure that boring the other man to death would do much to endear himself to him. After all, it didn’t escape his notice that Trench already seemed a little… put-off? by his cringeworthy attempts at flirting, and it was certainly not in his best interests to exacerbate it further, if he were to hope for any chance at all with the man.

And so, instead, he said, “I know, it’s a lot more interesting than it sounds.”

Feeling a little more emboldened by Trench’s more casual demeanour (well, as casual as Adrian had seen the man since he first met him that morning), he added, the alcohol almost certainly getting to his head, “Now, if you want to find out just how mouthy I can be…” He let the implication trail off, flashing Trench a toothy grin, and a rather uncoordinated wink.

If he hadn’t been so drunk, it might have occurred to Adrian that he was in danger of making an utter fool of himself… but as it was, he was content to sit back and let his primal id lead the way.

[adrianmallory]

wanttohurt

— < ▼ > Trench ignores the assumption about his job, for now, years have thought not to answer those kind of questions and just let it roll. His drink arrives and he pays upfront, putting his wallet back into his inner jacket pocket afterwards, he feigned thinking hard of what his type is. It wasn’t hard, he knew it, at least it’s current shape.

· · · · ❝Mouthy and smart, I guess.❞ He answers in a rare moment of honesty. Picks up his drink and sips it without a grimace at the burn. He turns in his seat to face the other man, giving Adrian the sight that he was being listened to now.·❝Did you do something bad to get arrested then, Dr. Mallory? Should I keep an eye on you or hope for a confession?❞ He probably should have disregarded the guess but it was fun to pretend to be normal every once in a while, plus it gave him an easier air. Maybe as·flirtatious as he’d get. Perhaps he was lonelier·than he thought…·

· · · · Zachariah looks over the other, this time taking in his appearance. No interest there, however. Didn’t matter in the long run. If he were to just talk, it wouldn’t matter either way. All he’ll do is make his neighbor less hostile.·

He was mostly teasing, with his FBI comment. It was actually rather difficult for him to get an accurate sense of… anything at all about Trench. Trench seemed to have two modes: impassive stone wall, and seething ball of rage. He did, however, give off the impression that he could kill you with just his thumb – he had the bearing and demeanour of one who has had extensive military experience. Adrian could always spot the military men. And as much as Adrian disliked the institution of the military, (even as he had been complicit more times than he can count in participating in the military-industrial complex… one of the downsides of scientific innovation was its unfortunate overreliance on military needs and funding to see any progress)… damn did he have a weakness for military men.

“Mouthy and smart,” he echoed, nodding, his smile growing even more smug if that were possible. And now that he had Trench’s attention, he could see Trench checking him out… and was he flirting with Adrian? “Maybe you should keep an eye on me, Zachariah Trench,” he said, voice a little husky, “because these lips are sealed.”

If he had known that Trench’s affections belonged solely to another, he would have steeled himself and been more careful with his heart. But as it was, he had no idea about the turmoil of Trench’s unrealised love for his colleague, and so he allowed himself to hope, perhaps, that there could be a possibility of something between them.

Even if it was just casual sex.

[adrianmallory]

wanttohurt

— < ▼ >  Normally, when Trench did come to places like this, it was that his glaring would turn most everyone off. Some brave souls would try to shoot their shot (whether it was because Zachariah’s appearance was pleasant, something he doubted, or that it offered the air of money was yet to be determined). And if somebody did try, they had a fifty-fifty chance of succeeding, that on it’s own depending on Trench’s mood. This was to some degree expected where he was, but what were even the odds of him running into the same guy from this morning here? What a nightmare... 

        Give it on a good memory of faces and voice recognition, because once the sentence is muttered, Trench only takes one glances at him to know where he saw him. He himself having yet to succeeded in ordering his drink, he could be mean and just agree... However, Trench might have been rude or usually an bastard, but you know, he wasn’t going to take advantage of people. Usually. 

        Eventually his eyes lay on the other man next to him and raises a brow, not confused more like wanting to give him time to catch up to who he’s talking to. He doesn’t know if it succeeds, but the Director sure is trying. 

        ❝And here, I thought you loathed me this morning...❞  He says, not quite amused. But he needed to say something. It comes off more sarcastic if anything, anyway. He just wanted some peace and quiet, to overthink his life and go home frustrated. Or was that too much to ask for?

         Trench shakes his head, motions for the bartender and orders a whiskey and once he waits for it to arrive, he proceeds to act like he wasn’t just addressed. 

This… morning?

Adrian turned his head to look more carefully at the man seated next to him. Recognition dawned on him, followed by amusement. “Oh! Fancy seeing you here, neighbour,” he said, dishing back the same sarcastic tone as Trench had given him. “Now let’s be fair, surely we can both agree that you were the one who was absolutely seething at me this morning – I, for my part, merely responded in kind.” Now he was beginning to sound annoyingly condescending… perhaps he was drunker than he thought he would be. Or perhaps to try to get a rise out of this very rude fellow who seemed to enjoy ignoring him.

(What are the chances Trench was just playing very hard to get?)

“What, I’m not your type?” He smirked, a little too smugly. “What is your type then, Mr FBI? Or is that not what you are? All stony façade and dark suit… a man could get arrested.”

[adrianmallory]

wanttohurt

— < ▼ >  At usual, Trench would ignore random strangers getting pissed off at him, this time it is no different. The Director watches as within a few minutes the man, who seems also annoyed, but less so than Zachariah, leaves his presence. With that done, Trench glances at his watch and spends another two or three minutes waiting, when by whatever miracle the driver finally arrived. Trench entered the car, glaring. After arriving at The Oldest House, he fires the man, tells him to not show his face anywhere near the premise ever again. The young man swears and complains before driving away. First order of business upon getting to his office was tell Barbara in passing to hire a new driver for this evening. Barbara with a roll of the eyes notes it down, mutters a “yes, sir.”

        The day consisted of many boring events, surprisingly a slow and calm several hours. Even though, usually, the Director would spend a long night at his office, go home to only catch a few hours of sleep, today he seemed in a mood to go out for drinks. So why not see where the night will take him. For now, he just needs to make sure nothing derails. The management team meeting involved Dr. Darling going off on some or other tangent, speaking more than any member in the room felt the need to, and with every interjection from Trench, it was met by blatant disobedience. Casper seemed to enjoy telling off his superior but of course, Trench wouldn’t mind too much. They were good friends, after all. Something of a bittersweet dilemma for Trench, but nonetheless. Marshall can only give him a knowing look, and carry on. There was nothing anyone involved could or would do. There was just a need for a different solution. 

          Finalizing the day, or as far as Trench thought was the finale to the surprisingly boring day (at least by FBC standards), he stopped by Barbara’s desk. Chatting with her, she revealed that there was no driver available tonight. Trench didn’t quite grunt but he nodded in understanding, still, however, annoyed. With that established, he decided to go to the nearest bar here, drink enough to stumble his way back home, without minding too much. And so he did. 

        Without many thoughts about it, or maybe feigned ignorance, Trench entered the nearest decent looking bar. He knew where he was going, don’t get it wrong, he just didn’t care. As it was, Trench wanted room to breathe and to be left alone, and he knew his usually cheerful disposition wasn’t going to get him any fans, mind the sarcasm as you may. Even if somebody tried to talk to him for whatever reason, he’s sure he’d find a way to get them running. So without too much worry, Trench sits down at the bar, and gets comfortable for the rest of the evening.

Adrian was not the clubbing type, which was a shame, because New York’s club scene was lit, as the youths of today would say. Or so he imagined anyway – but maybe Party Animal lied to him. It wasn’t his scene, after all, and so he diligently sidestepped the various circuit parties and raves and what have you on his cursory Google search of NYC gay nightlife.

(Hmm… he might still check out Fire Island one of these weekends, though…)

Ah, this looked more to his taste: Dionysus, apparently a high-end bar that catered to a predominantly LGBTQ+ clientele. Quite a hotspot for the discerning gay man of a certain age, it looked like. And it wasn’t too far from where he lived, either.

He thought, while his days and nights were still free, before he officially started at his new job, it might be a good idea to scope out potential places where he could unwind once his work started to get hectic and his life fall into a routine. He might not be a social butterfly, and more often than not he might enjoy his own company quite a bit too much, but every so often, he had to admit, the company of other human beings was a nice and welcome change of pace. Good conversation and casual sex… well, it would do. He was an old romantic at heart, but beggars can’t be choosers, as they say. As much as he’d like to go steady with someone, somehow, circumstances had conspired against him such that he never had managed to find anyone with whom such a relationship could be sustained.

And so he found himself in Dionysus that fateful night, seated at the bar, nursing his scotch, hopelessly alone and longing for a rough hook-up… when, from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a suited man claiming the seat next to him. Adrian didn’t look up from his drink. The man seemed oddly familiar – his type, perhaps? No harm in giving it a shot.

“Can I… buy you a drink?”

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                                                     𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄                                       

“You’re dripping blood on the carpet.” “When I said scars are kinda sexy, I didn’t mean you should get one right away…” “Press that against the wound, I’m going to get the med kit.” “It’s bleeding quite badly.” “Oh God, what happened to you?!” “You’re covered in blood! Is it yours?” “Your head looks pretty bad. I’m sure it’ll need stitches.” “It’s going to hurt for a moment, but I’ll need to clean the wound.” “I’m so sorry this happened to you. But you’re safe now.” “That’s a pretty nasty bruise. Want some ice?” “Does it still hurt?” “I don’t think a band aid is gonna fix this…” “Whoa, hey, stay with me! You’re as white as a ghost. Don’t pass out.” “Damn, that must hurt. I’m sure there are some painkillers around here.” “You have to be seen by a doctor. This isn’t going to heal on its own.” “It looks broken. Can you move it at all?” “Here, lean on me. I’ll support you.” “I’m not going to leave you behind. If need be, I’ll carry you.” “I’m going to pick you up now, okay? Just hold on to me.” “Everything is going to be okay. Just hang in there.”

“I don’t feel so good.” “It’s seeping through the bandages.” “My head is throbbing. I think I have a concussion.” “I can barely breathe, it hurts so bad!” “It looks worse than it is. I’m sure it’ll be gone in a couple of days…” “You should see the other one.” “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t want your pity.” “It was my fault, really. I wasn’t paying attention and got hit in the face.” “Getting stabbed wasn’t really on my bucket list.” “I don’t think I can walk.” “Leave me behind, please. I’m just going to slow you down.” “Am I going to die?” “I can’t stop the bleeding.” “I think the bruise matches my eye color.” “Don’t touch it, please! It hurts.” “I don’t want to go to a hospital. I hate doctors!”

[adrianmallory]

✍ (Trench wants to know your search history, Dr. Mallory.... for safety purposes only, of course}

“classy gay bars in nyc”

(maybe he’ll see you in one soon, trench 😉)

[adrianmallory]

wanttohurt 

— < ▼ >  Every fiber in Trench’s body stands at being addressed… Not out of some fear or discomfort, more like a rabid dog ready to bite whoever annoys him. And Trench was annoyed, oh so very much. His eyes dart to the man, glaring. If a look could kill, the man in front of him wouldn’t be here. Adrian was his name? Like it mattered to Trench, he’ll just have to forget about the civilian’s existence within the day. What a waste of time. But it wouldn’t do to make a bad impression, the biggest thing Trench liked to upkeep was the lack of impression he made… So without even attempting to soften his expression, he sighs and replies to the other.

       ❝Yeah, pleasure to make your acquaintance, I’m Zachariah Trench.❞ A normal person would proceed with a line of questions, inquiries to show they are interested in whatever the new person was or what they did. Trench had no interest, so instead, he kept quiet. He returned his eyes back to the direction of the door. The car has still not arrived, Trench’s anger rose while his patience wore thin. The bastard won’t only be fired.

       The problem was that his usual driver was on sick leave, so they had to hire outside of the Bureau. This might have been the biggest mistake… Trench hadn’t been too picky, not really caring, but on his first day the young man already proved himself unworthy of anything FBC related. Too bad the Service Weapon was usually in his office at the Oldest House. Oh, what a shame. No gun, no way to exact his revenge on the bastard.

      Either way, Trench has seemingly forgotten he was standing next to a person who was trying (keyword: trying) to talk to him.

Adrian blinked, feeling more than a little slighted. This unpleasant gentleman (if one could even call him that) seemed to be entirely put off by his presence and his attempt to engage in polite conversation – and Adrian couldn’t help but wonder why. He wasn’t so lacking in self-esteem that he would think it was anything to do with himself – more like, what was the other guy’s damage? His innate curiosity was quickly superseded by his quick sense of offence.

Well, the rude bastard – Trench – didn’t seem to be suffering from social anxiety; there wasn’t any sense of fear or worry in his demeanour at all. Instead, the predominant vibe Adrian was getting from Trench was rage. At Adrian? At someone or something else? One could only speculate that the man before him made enemies much more quickly than he made friends. (Adrian, of course, was a hypocrite in denial, because he himself was unhealthily prone to raging at the slightest provocation, and in terms of actually making friends instead of playing polite and affable when it suited him… well, let’s just say his doctorate was certainly not in that area of expertise.)

And as quickly as that, Trench’s acknowledgement of his presence seemed to vanish into thin air, replaced with complete and utter indifference. Adrian was being ignored. The nerve…

“O-kay,” he said, eyebrows raised almost ferally. “I can see you’re not in the mood for idle conversation – sorry to have bothered you. I’ll leave you to your very urgent business of, uh, simmering in unbridled rage. Have a good day, neighbour!” His tone, by the end, was as passive-aggressive as could be; and with that, he began his trek back to the elevator with his disappointing mail.

[zachariahs]

— < ▼ > The car was late. Very late. Trench impatiently stood in the same spot, angered and waiting. Why the hell was it so late? He’ll have to fire the driver. There’s no other way around this. There’s no reason that The Director should be late due to somebody else’s negligence.

       He cleared his throat, considered a smoke, but then realized the front desk employee would be livid with him. He didn’t have the patience to be polite to strangers let alone argue with them. He got enough of that with the boy, or with Dr. Darling. He knew he didn’t have the strength to play nice most days anymore. Even if it was his own fault… And he’s definitely not waiting outside in the early morning cold, because if he went out to smoke, he’s definitely not going back inside.

      The man checks his watch, notes that it hasn’t been as long as it felt. This was an utter hassle. Trench rolls his eyes, annoyance oozing off of him. Something that usually made his neighbors steer clear of him the few times he does run into them, thankfully—that was not often. Despite that statement, a face he hasn’t seen before gets out of the elevator. Trench spares them a glance, but then quickly loses interest and continues waiting. The interest doesn’t reignite even as the other walks past him, to the mailboxes.  Instead, all that Trench feels is anger.

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[adrianmallory]

Having freshly returned from a well-earned sabbatical following a lengthy but immensely rewarding research project in Europe, Dr Adrian Mallory had already found his next engagement for the foreseeable future – as a visiting researcher at NASA’s Goddard Institute in New York. He had made arrangements ahead of time to rent a furnished apartment in a well-to-do neighbourhood, because as much as he’d love for the ambience of his living quarters to reflect his personality and style in its furnishings, in all honesty he wasn’t sure how long he would remain at his current appointment. It was nice of them to offer him this opportunity while he found his footing again in his homeland.

His first order of business upon landing in New York was, of course, to check out what would be his new home for the next little while. The neighbourhood was satisfactory and the rooms were satisfactory, albeit a little… manufactured in their aesthetic. Still, can’t complain – well, no, he could and he would, because after all he had made an excellent hobby of complaining, but really, he was content to put down roots here for now.

It occurred to him that, while this might be his first day here, he had already amended his contact details with all the organizations of which he was a member, and rerouted all his correspondence to this new address. There might be a backlog of mail for him to sift through – surely none of them pressing, but they still required his attention.

A cursory glance at his mailbox revealed only a handful of newsletters that bore no interest to him. Oh well, perhaps tomorrow his invite to New York Fashion Week would finally come.

On the way back to the elevator, he noticed that, loitering in the lobby, there was a grouch of a man who appeared to be either a bureaucrat or Secret Service… or maybe both. Well, one meets all sorts in New York…

He approached the man with an amicable air. He wasn’t exactly a social butterfly but it never hurt to be friendly (unless the other party proved themselves to be undeserving of friendliness, that is).

“Hello! Figured it might be a good idea to endear myself to the new neighbours... I’m Dr Adrian Mallory. I just moved in today, very nice to meet you.”

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[adrianmallory]

the horror - i have stumbled upon a ch*ntony enclave on social media wherein adrian’s existence is entirely erased? omg

(nothing against the ship! i’m just amused!)

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[inkmemesarchive]

julie  and  the  phantoms  sentence  starters ↪  taken  from  the  netflix  original  version.  alter  as  you  see  fit  ♡

“could you just own your own awesomeness for once  ?”

“i  want that connection with everybody.”

“what is she handing out?”

“you know they’re going to get married and have a bunch of unholy babies.”

“bro, a ghost hug isn’t the feel-good moment that you think it is.”

“now let’s go prove everybody wrong.”

“we’re the only family we’re ever gonna need.”

“it’s a closed door, and you gotta bust it open.”

“swing that wrecking ball of talent at your teacher’s head, and smash those stupid rules right outta their brains.”

“this is an interesting little relationship you and i have.”

“i wish i couldn’t see you.”

“yeah man, my handwriting sucks.”

“hey you’re just gonna take a phone call while we’re talking? do you know how rude that is?”

“someone once told me you don’t ask for permission.”

“no regrets.”

“wow. i see chemistry.”

“girls, am i right?”

“well, you’re a very emotional person.”

“how am i the emotional one?”

“step into your greatness.”

“he’s cute, huh?”

“after tonight, everything changes.”

“that can’t —– okay.”

“i got some pickle juice on your battery cables.”

“how is that possible?”

“street dogs haven’t killed us yet.”

“epic fail on that ‘no eye-contact’ thing.”

“you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“there’s no such thing as cute ghosts.”

“let someone with a softer touch handle this.”

“so we’re going with witch?”

“hey, underachiever.”

“hey, disappointment.”

“i know i saw something. i’m not crazy.”

“well, we’re all a little crazy.”

“it’ll help with the rust.”

“that’s a new flavour.”

“thank you for our leftovers and the power of the mighty microwave.”

“hey, [name]? what’s in the box?”

“we all felt alive again.”

“i care about you, [name].”

“i told you, i’d do anything for you.”

“let’s see how many clubs we can hit before sunrise.”

“how are you so casual about all of this?”

“my folks always regretted buying me that guitar.”

[neuromancerthesillyrobot]

Out of context best of Dr Adrian Mallory™️.

[starlitmemes]

For every ‘✍’ I receive I’ll tell you one item off of my muse’s search history.

If sent to a multi-muse be sure to specify which muse it’s intended for.

[bunchamemes]

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the future isn’t set in stone. that’s what i always tell myself.

i’m sick of this! i’m sick of all of this!

it’s pretty old. be careful.

hold on to this. this anger. okay?

don’t worry. you’ll feel much better in the morning.

it’s okay, (name), it’s okay.

promise you’ll come and save me.  

got all the time in the world. 

don’t play dumb with me.

the thing is, this place isn’t safe now. i’m gonna take you somewhere safer, okay?

just try to hang on.

even if we’re not actually related, we’re still a family. a real family, in all the ways that matter.

almost there, (name). we’re almost there.

like they say. the only one who’ll look out for you is you.

now turn that thing off and let’s get you to bed, huh?

every day i went, to wait and to pray.

you owe me a pizza.

i’m sorry, honey. i wish i didn’t have to. i wish i could be with you all the time, i really do.

did you have a bad dream?

another day, another struggle. climbing stairs is so much trouble. 

your friend fought a house?

today’s your unlucky day, ‘cause i never miss.

we’re cool. everything’s cool. 

there is no room for sentiment or guilt.

what’s that weird, sweet smell? and why do i feel so dizzy?

mister first class. first class asshole!

everyone on tv’s talking about it.

c’mon. aren’t you worried what might happen in there?

i’ve fought scarier things in my sleep.

that’s what heroes do. they save people.

‘’monster burger‘’? they use monster meat!?

about that. we should talk. outside. 

i miss it. the steel sky.

you’ll come back, right?

goddamn you! goddamn you all!

what the – you okay, buddy?

you should head back to seventh heaven, meet up with the gang.

band’s back together.

it’s stupid. i know that crying’s a waste of time.

for real, though, we need to talk victory poses. 

promise me. don’t let it be for nothing.

i sometimes have to do bad things.

some believe the promised land to be a myth. others, an allegory of sorts.

i’ll march through the streets singing your praises – even on an empty stomach.

if you’re about to unburden yourself, don’t. 

a whole lot of normal people with families and friends work for shinra. people just trying to support their loved ones as best they can. i know it’s not exactly a revelation, but it’s easy to forget.

you made it. though, i might not.

okay. and then we kill the son of a bitch.

it was a lot to deal with, but we were happy.

the news is just another shinra mouthpiece.

you hear that suit? shinra creed my ass. 

is it our destiny to defy destiny? it’s an interesting question.

been thinking. was all that necessary?

i know i need to let go, but i can’t. i need closure, ‘cause without it, i’ll never be able to move on. 

always happy to help stick it to shinra.

but through suffering, you will grow strong. isn’t that what you want?

i’ll be fine. you’ve seen how much ass i can kick. 

even when you’re all alone, don’t you hear voices whispering secrets?

careful now. that which lies ahead does not yet exist.

i know we have to think big if we’re going to make a difference, but not like this.

oh, jeez, (name), if you could see the look on your face…

it’s a miracle you’ve managed to stay alive this long.

what, you some kind of purist? 

it was us. we did this. 

mako’s the essence of life itself. of memory and hope.

just like you. so suck it up, ‘cause i’m not leaving.

okay. now i’m mad.

the hell kind of ‘’research‘’ is this.

once the lights come on, it’s go time.

yeah, have you heard the phrase ‘’living hand to mouth‘’? 

gotta do my part to clear the path before you steal the show.

get your ass behind cover! now!

this place is scary in a lot of ways.

this had better not get in the way of our plans.

crazy-ass thing made me wanna puke. and not just ‘cause of the presentation, but the content too.

go in through the back door when the coast is clear.

got your lethal force right here, asshole! 

it’s a shame you won’t get to try the midgar special. you would’ve really liked it.

find something you enjoy and stick with it. put your heart and soul into getting better. it’s as simple as that.

with your help, we won’t need luck.

they took everything from us. again.

so i got an idea. frontal assault. guns blazing. make for a good story.

you wanna explain yourself, partner?

[adrianmallory]

wonder if there are any other space force roleplayers out there :3