VI | persistence.

when the seal of creation is broken, a voice like thunder shall sound, and thou shalt know—we have arrived. affiliated with citta alveare.

[balderdashsyndrome]

Reluctance weighed his every step toward the ball venue as memory after memory came to mind. Honestly there was still plenty of time for him to turn back and forget the whole thing, but the thought of running from Sice for the rest of his days in the city wasn’t something he’d want to entertain. There was one other thing pulling him there. A twisted grin pulled at his lips as he finally arrived. Honestly he was doing his best to stifle his laughter, but he was no less pleased with what he saw.

“A catch? Me? Perhaps if you were to catch me leaving maybe, but don’t you clean up nicely. I’d almost go so far as to say you looked rather charming. Almost.”

“I think it suits the occasion, and I’ve seen people nearly get assassinated wearing less.” he was the one nearly assassinated, but she didn’t need to know that.

“No no, I don’t doubt your skills in the slightest, however…we’ll see how things play out. Well then, shall we?”

Stifling a giggle, he offered his arm and waited for the inevitable rebuff. 

[deathmaelstrom]

She expected a sort of laugh to come from the liar, especially after he laid eyes on what she wore. Sice felt like a curtain that adorned Akademeia’s lounge windows. If any one of her fellow cadets saw her in this, they’d never let it go. However, it was their absence that gave her enough comfort to do this anyways. An opportunity to steal supplies and other valuables she could sell for a profit? Absolutely. There had to be a bounty of street rats longing to spend their dust encrusted money on bottles of booze. 

The cadet knew that she wouldn’t be the only citizen hoping to steal valuables tonight. Getting there early and leaving without a trace. That was her plan. Whatever happened afterwards fell to chance.

“Save it. Your compliments are empty; don’t waste ‘em on me. Last thing I need is a cushion of lies for my ‘feelings’. We’re only here t’settle a wager. Nothing less, nothing more.”

Sice shot a glare back at her companion, angered at his wit. Yet, she didn’t have much of a choice. He was merely doing his job. Lowering suspicion as much as a could through acting as her partner. Did he know that? Probably, probably not. Lies, honesty... all of that was out of the window. She couldn’t care less at the moment. He could run off if he really wanted to; his job was done the moment her arm linked to his.

“I take I don’t have t’tell ya not t’think much of this. It’s a disguise, got it?”

[deathmaelstrom]

Anger boiled within her. Stepping into the formal ball, the cadet immediately felt regret and embarrassment. Ganser had been successful in choosing an appropriate outfit for her. However, the distaste she harbored towards said dress nearly sent her head reeling. Her uniform required a skirt, but never had she been forced to wear something so...unnecessarily gaudy. Her brows were knitted in disdain, pulling at the fabric prison her legs were in. At least she could hide a good amount of items within it. Sice crossed her arms, scanning her surroundings. There were many more partygoers than she assumed would be at the ball. 

“Well this might make things a little harder. Not for me though; I ain’t an idiot.”

Bright light illuminated her face as she checked the time on her phone. The fool was late. Well. Almost late. She turned on her heel, meeting eyes with her so called ‘date’. More like her cover.

“Hah. Way t’make a girl wait. Bet you’re a catch, aren’t ya? I wore what ya suggested me t’wear, but don’t y’think it’s somewhat over the top? Last person I saw lookin’ this rich and elegant got assassinated during peace talks.”

And her faction was blamed for the murder, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Well, it’s alright. I know y’chose somethin’ so big t’slow me down. You that sure that I’m gonna win?”

@balderdashsyndrome

[deathmaelstrom]

Hurt rp Starters

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! You don't want to get even more hurt, do you?"

"Tell me where it hurts."

"Whoa, that's purple... It looks like your shoulder is dislocated."

"Oh my god. Are you okay?"

"You're bleeding... You're bleeding bad..."

"This is gonna hurt..."

"Holy crap! I may not know much about human anatomy, but legs don't bend that way!"

"It's all swollen up..."

"You have a black eye. Where you fighting with someone?"

"Okay... Okay, hospital. Hospital, now."

"I think you have a concussion."

"Calm down! Calm down! Your ankle is sprained, okay?"

"Here, lean on me."

"I'm gonna need more bandaids..."

"What the hell happened to you!?"

"Here, I need to clean you up. This might sting a bit..."

"We need to get the bullet out..."

"Oh my god, you've been shot!"

"Did... did you get beat up!?"

"Just hold on. You're gonna be fine..."

"Look out for that car!"

"Wake up! Oh god, please wake up!"

"You're alive! Oh, thank god!"

"I'm no doctor, but you should have that looked at. It's bleeding a lot..."

"What is that? Are there bandages under your shirt?"

"Why is your arm wrapped up like that? And are those blood stains!?"

"You must have hit the back of your head really hard."

"Look at me. Just look at me and stay awake. Can you do that?"

[balderdashsyndrome]

Oho? My oh my, that means you might be able to show me a few steps I haven’t seen before. I’d say I was excited however…”

She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself, or at the very least, she was excited to entertain the thought of her little game. Ganser on the other hand had no plans on attending the ball before this. Events like this normally were ways for his father to mingle about and sew seeds of discord amongst otherwise innocent people. There was one instance where he almost enjoyed himself but…

He pushed the thought aside for the moment while he searched frantically for it inside the conversation.

“No I’ll agree, you’re much more than meets the eye, though I still don’t think you know what it is you’re asking. Balls are tedious things through and through, however…hmm no you might have a point. It does depend.”

And there it was, the slightest possibility that he might enjoy himself here.

“First and foremost Sice, what could I, no, what could either of us expect to gain from winning this little wager of yours. I’ll gladly compete, but what’s at stake here?”

[deathmaelstrom]

The cadet took a sip of her coffee as Ganser mulled over and processed all she had said. The robust flavor woke her up from the trance she’d developed. Why a trance? Because Ganser was taking way too long.  Stealing from the scientists was a reward in and of itself; why all the doubt? She took a bite of the croissant she was brought, smirking at his reaction to the wager she had offered.

“Right. Shoud’ve known ya wanted me to cut right t’the chase.”

She crossed her arms, looking away in thought. That wager was empty. Usually all it took was a little competition to get people riled up to do anything. All she was truly hoping for was to have Ganser there to mask any suspicion. What would a girl like her be doing at a formal event on her own? Exactly. Aw jeez, what in the word would she offer?

“Tell ya what. If you win, I‘ll offer my services t’ya. Surely an obnoxious liar like you is bound t’get into all sorts of trouble. It’s pretty much human nature to do so anyways. As for what I want...”

Please. The stuff she’d collect would be good enough for her. Nothing a liar could offer to her would be appealing.

“I don’t want a single thing. Well, maybe if I win, I’ll take whatever it is that you stole. If it’s good.”

[balderdashsyndrome]

“Is that a fact? And here I could have sworn you were quite the social butterfly.”

Casual sarcasm. The usual. Empty words he used to fill the gaps in conversation until the waiter arrived. While he was listening intently, he was hoping a coffee and something sweet would help him make sense of the situation. Well, that was the plan until he began to register what it is she was saying.

“Yes yes, one coffee and a muffin, lots of sugar. And you miss social bu-…”

It took everything he had to keep his head from slipping from his hand and falling on the table. Suffice to say, everything he had wasn’t enough. Slipping into a different tone entirely for just a moment, he put a hand to his head as he addressed the girl.

“Where the hell do I begin? Aye, I’ve heard of it…I was wondering what would come out of all this, but this?”

Sighing. He quickly flipped back to something like his usual attitude before he began again. 

“I never took you for a Cinderella. Though I suppose it’s irrelevant since I’m a remarkable fairy godmother. In any case, you do realize what it is you’re asking right? First of all do you even know how to dance? No no more than that, even more pressing than the matter of your ‘disguise’, what is it you’re hoping to steal at a ball?”

[deathmaelstrom]

...

What.

What the hell was with that FACE? She sneered in response, disgusted that Ganser would even think that she was a total bumpkin. That titled belonged to Nine, after all. She sat up slightly in her chair when the waiter asked what she’d like. Just enough to satisfy her, nothing more. There wasn’t a need to break Ganser’s bank. At least not yet. 

“I’ll take coffee, black. An orange and a croissant wouldn’t hurt either.”

Tossing the menu aside, she looked back at Ganser, who had the same stupid expression from before. One of shock. Surprise. Tch, did he truly believe he knew all about her? He wasn’t even close. No one knew the cadet well. There were even a few things she kept from her classmates.

“Hah! I ain’t familiar with th’fairy tale, but lemme tell ya. I ain’t as uncultured as I make out t’be. Th’Dominion held its fair shares of fancy get-togethers, and there were times were even my division had t’attend. Buncha bullshit, but I know when t’keep my mouth shut. Just between you and me, I don’t really like t’start fights, unless I’m provoked.”

“I know as much as I need to t’get by. As for what I’m aimin’ t’steal, it depends on what we come across, wouldn’t ya agree? Anythin’ taken from these whitecoats would be a victory in my eyes.”

An even simpler answer would be that she was bored.

[balderdashsyndrome]

He laughed under his breath and shrugged as his hand reflexively sunk into his pocket where he kept his wallet. Of course he was paying. Though he had a feeling that he’d be paying in more ways than one by the end of this.

[from: ganser] [to: sice ]

I suppose I do. My apologies. I’ll be there momentarily.

He pondered several things as he waited. Not that there was much to think about, but if their last encounter was anything to go by, he should think long and hard to avoid something stupid leaving his mouth out of habit.

“There were plenty of other ways you could’ve asked someone on a date, but I suppose this still counts as the direct approach so it falls within expectations.”

Whoops.

[deathmaelstrom]

First step in, and he already had some lip. She bared her teeth, if only for a moment. No use in getting pissed off now. She had other plans.

“It ain’t a date; I’ll give ya that. I ain’t th’social type.”

A smirk took over her expression soon afterwards. The cadet briefly wondered if the guy would be one to take such an offer. She tugged at her mantle ring, adjusting her vermillion cape. Sice hadn’t a clue how to dress formally, especially for something as pointless as a ball. She initially had no desire to go, until she realized that theft was beneficial in that instance.

“Y’hear about th’winter ball that’s comin’ up? I’m not one for pompous get-togethers, but if I can steal somethin’ worthwhile from the joint, that’s somethin’ else. My proposition is this: help me make a disguise for this thing and we’ll have a little... friendly wager.”

Sice continued on, cupping her chin with a hand.

“Let’s see who can steal th’most from these whitecoats.”

[icemastercadet-blog]

Seven chuckled. “You never were one to be a people person.” She remembered during classes it was Sice who sat wayy in the back and hated it when she was bothered. Seven was no exception but she was used to the scythe weilder’s nature. “It is alright. Staying in one place can be boring and we could use as much intel as possible on this place and those white coated scientists. You know when I first arrived here I believed this all to be a trap devised by the Militesi..like that time in their capital.” She had forgiven Sice for not realizing they lived next door as she was just as guilty. “Anyway everyone is talking about some winter ball party. Would you want to go?” A simple question that was. She was not sure if her classmate was interested as it would be full of people.

[deathmaelstrom]

“Sharp wit y’got there. I thought th’same thing where I first got here. Those Imperials are way too engrossed in capturin’ th’crystals t’try a plot this complex. Saw one of ‘em in this hellhole too, so that’s outta th’question.”

No sense in trapping Qator Bashtar in here if this was an elaborate Militesi trap, anyways. She hadn’t seen the general since their last encounter, fighting against some giant tin can. She neither hated him, nor cared for his disappearance. Less of a chance for him to turn traitor.

“Tch, a party? Hell no. Sorry, Seven but I’d rather be trapped in th’Crystarium for hours than go t’that party for even a second.”

[antilleswrites]

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[twovilation-blog]

“ Really, because they don’t seem that nice for bringing people over here and taking their things. I can imagine why you’d want to usurp their place, though. If I were in a place with rulers as mean as them then I’d want to cut them down and help the people also! Although I’m not sure how effective of a leader I could be.. “ Thinking about it, she wasn’t sure how comfortable she was with being looked at like that as such a potent figure. Someone people could follow but.. could she fill such shoes? 

“ But at least you’ve got something like your scythe back, if it does make you comfortable! Just remember to give it the ol’ spit shine every so often! “ 

[deathmaelstrom]

Usurp their place? Bah. There wasn’t a need. Her revenge was hers alone. After that, she’d send herself home. She wasn’t a savior. At least not here. Those she cared about were back in Rubrum. Few in number, and even less in time. The cadet wasn’t sure if time continued while she was trapped here, and the thought alone continued to eat away at her. Aloof and uncaring was her exterior, but she showed definite signs of wear.

“Tch, save your breath. I don’t want t’take their place. I just want vengeance, and then a ride home. I have more important responsibilities there, anyways. I’m not here t’be anyone’s ‘hero’.”

“It’s nice t’have it, I guess. But bein’ capped is irritating enough to still make me bitter. With good reason too.”

[balderdashsyndrome]

Well this was different. A small bit worrisome, but interesting enough.

[from: ganser] [ to: sice ]

Cashing in that rain check are we? Sure, anywhere you have in mind?

[deathmaelstrom]

Cashing it in? Of course. What kind of dope would drag her around, asking for directions, only to blow her off once she finally succumbed? A disaster, that’s who.

[ from: sice ] [ to: ganser ]

why wouldnt i? you owe me one anyways after wasting my damn time the other day meet me outside the cafe in sector five; youre buying

[cetrasguard]

    Curiouser and curiouser, she’d never met anyone else in the city who shared something from her world. Funny that it’d be chocobo’s of all the possible things. Interesting how differently they were utilised though, “for war huh? People only really used them for travelling and racing where I’m from.” With the current technology she supposes Shinra had no use for them during war time, although perhaps the opposing country of Wutai did back in the day.

   “Right! We’ve got a chocobo eater to catch,” nodding her head as she continues to walk, “it’s not far I saw the guy selling the burgers down this street.” She had to admit she is eager to know more about this Orience and how it might have other connections to Gaia, but right now they had a chocobo killer to bust. “Oh! I never told you my name, it’s Aeris, should probably know that if we’re going to put this guy out of business,” seemed a little silly to not know her partner in crime’s name. She only ceases movement when they turn a corner, pressing up against the wall as if to conceal herself. “There he is look…behind the stall there’s a whole wagon full of them,” pointing to a stall with a grill and an obnoxious sign that read: ‘DELICIOUS GIANT CHICKEN BURGERS’.

[deathmaelstrom]

There wasn’t time to get an explanation for the weird dimension rift she had discovered. And honestly, the reaper didn’t really care. It was part of a deeper understanding she’d never be able to access. Maybe someone like Mother could, but her? Nah. Just a waste of time to even give any sort of effort. Sice crossed her arms as she continued to walk, unsure of why she was even this woman’s cohort in the first place.

“We use ‘em for transportation too. Except th’only difference is that th’Chocobos in my world get shot down more often. Sad, ain’t it?”

She wasn’t much of an animal lover, but understood enough to know that the slaying of these creatures was mindless. Eyebrows shot up in surprise, as Aeris pressed herself against the wall. It wasn’t like the guy was gonna see them past the giant, obnoxious sign anyways. A sigh echoed, and the cadet took cover against the wall adjacent to Aeris anyways. 

She craned her neck forward, in an attempt to get a better look. Eyes narrowed while she formulated a plan.

“Name’s Sice. Introductions aside, I think I know how we can free these birds. How good are your distraction skills?”

[deathmaelstrom]

IF Y’ALL COULD DO ME A SOLID AND FOLLOW NATHAN DRAKE, THAT WOULD BE COOL THANK U!!

[deathmaelstrom]

This is the chocobo police! PUT YOUR HANDS UP!

“Whoa, whoa, take it easy, will ya?! I haven’t done anythin’! If anythin’, I’m savin’ th’damn things! Watch where ya point that gun, too!”

[deathmaelstrom]

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ahh i just saw this but thank you so so much! 

[twovilation-blog]

“ Oh, if you’re worried about blood staining your weapon then I’ve got a few handy tips for you, then! Liberal use of vinegar tends to help remove the blood and volcanic rock will get rid of the smell, but you might have to grind it a bit. I’ve had to cut up my share of ogre before and I know the smell can be kind of bad, but there’s lots you can do to get rid of it! “

“ Oh also, tendon may be hard to cut through but keep at it, you’ll get it eventually! “ Kind of.. odd for her to be bringing this up in such a context but she did make it sound like having blood on it would be a problem in that regard. 

“ Am I forgetting something else..? I hear if it starts to rust, flour and water into a paste with some vinegar after and some scrubbing gets it right off! “ 

[deathmaelstrom]

...

Well, alright. Finally some advice that she could use and care about. Amazing. Kinda shocking that the woman knew so much about killing people. At least the cadet seemed to be on her good side. Sice wouldn’t provoke any sort of fight with anyone unless she was absolutely sure she could be victorious with no effort. This person... would probably not be the case. 

Perhaps she shared the same desire to spill the whitecoats’ blood.

“Can’t say that isn’t th’most useful advice I’ve gotten since arriving here. Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind. This scythe’s one of the little comforts I’ve got. I know the scientists are oh so accomodating and kind, but y’know how it goes.”

[cetrasguard]

    She ceases her steps when the other seemed rather surprised at her mention of chocobos. She didn’t appear that fazed by the idea of them being barbecued, causing her lips to purse slightly. Even if she didn’t know what they were, cooking an animal that wasn’t bred for such things was just mean. However, her expression shifts to one of intrigue when her choice of words suggested she did know what they were.

   “Huh? I know because they’re from my world,” it was as simple as that, “big yellow birds right? They make a wark kind of sound,” attempting to mimic said giant bird. A part of her wants to believe that this girl was from Gaia too, but her attire was clearly a uniform and it definitely didn’t belong to SOLDIER or the Turks. “You have them too? I mean…you’re not from Gaia right?” Asking regardless of her doubts.

[deathmaelstrom]

...What? Surely someone out in Rubrum tried to cook a chocobo. But right, right. Why would they cook such a good resource? The cadet honestly didn’t enjoy riding chocobos as much as the rest of her classmates did. Buncha feathers getting in your mouth, and not even a chocobo can outrun a Great Horn. Bah. Yet, the familiarity and comfort that a chocobo gave off was something that she could definitely be okay with having. She could train it to steal wallets.

“I’d say it’s more of a ‘kweh’ but we’re on th’same page. Th’dominion bred them for war so my cadet class rode ‘em all th’time. There was one in particular who was completely infatuated with ‘em. You’d think he’d marry one by now.”

She raised an eyebrow at the mention of the world ‘Gaia’. Tch, if it wasn’t under Suzaku or Milites control, it was probably wiped out by one or the other.

“Nah, I’m not. I’m from Orience. Rubrum, particularly. But we can play catch-up later. If there’s some fool cookin’ chocobos, he’ll have some t’spare. Meaning we could have a better ride.”

[leghero]

bold what applies to your muse: strengths vs. weaknesses! 

[ BONUS: put a STRIKE THROUGH each trait that they USED to have, but have unlearned due to character development, trauma, etc. - feel free to add more! ]

s t r e n g t h s :

caring | merciful | brave | determined | forward | flexible | cheerful | wise | clever | humorous | spirited | lighthearted | mature | strong | sentient | generous | loving | calm | calculative | rational | unselfish | controlled | tactful | nurturing | protective | independent

w e a k n e s s e s :

panicky | cowardly | unthoughtful | rash | stubborn | antisocial | negative (well not as much as before)| temperamental | scatterbrained | grim | dull | unwise | unstable | weak | irrational | awkward | greedy | over-protective | over-sensitive | rude | selfish | explosive | tactless