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@electurk  starter!

Hanging around in densely populated areas seemed like the best way for Cloud to study in the people in the city. He didn’t even need to converse with anyone; simply observing his surroundings was enough. Although he had met up with some familiar faces, and they gave him some good info, there were some things he wanted to see for himself. How did the people in this city operate?; that was one of the questions he had.

Back in Midgar, the pubs and bars were always the best place to find local information. So Cloud made his way to the Red Light District of Cotes, then settled himself within one of the bars. He ordered himself a drink, and tried to relax. …However, he wasn’t able to relax for long, because another familiar face popped up into view, and Cloud recognized him immediately. 

“Reno? Is that you?” He hadn’t even gotten to sip his drink yet!

  Maybe it was the irony of it. Seeing that same solemn, lost and oddly stubborn face with a familiar mess of blond placed generously on top just had something bubbling up inside, something that left the Turk in an abrupt laugh. Should have held back, truthfully, because a laugh and a mouthful of whiskey certainly left a lingering burn in the back of the throat.

  A shake of the head was all Reno gave himself to recover, moving away from his seat to saddle up on a new one beside an oh-so-familiar ‘friend’. Half-emptied glass was brought along with him, placed before him while Reno made himself comfortable with an offered lean for that added touch of a burst personal bubble.

    “Weeell, look what the cat dragged in! And I didn’t even need to invite ya.”

  An elbow protrudes, offering a few shoves against the others person. How long could he milk this ‘buddy buddy’ shtick. “Good to know ya didn’t go forgettin’ my face, right?”

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shouyoku‌:

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      For the very first time in a sizeable span of days, Riruka chokes. Not due to carelessness or disgust, but out of sheer, esophageal paralysis-inducing mortification. The cup in her hand creaks, a sound she hears only faintly, as her hand spasms tighter around it, and she has to inhale sharply and slam the side of her closed fist against her sternum a couple of times before her airway clears. However, whatever attempt she might have made to be innocuous is ruined by the show she makes of not actually choking to death on boba pearls, and she knows even before she looks up she’s caught the attention of the one person she didn’t.            I really don’t deserve this, she laments to herself, setting her cup aside on a nearby planter and flipping open a compact fetched from her purse in the blink of an eye. But like hell if I’ll give whatever god is in charge of my shitty luck the satisfaction.            When she snaps the compact closed, she looks up again, reaching for her drink, and balks at how much closer he’s come in the time she’s taken to make herself presentable. 

          “…hi,” she says, voice creaking faintly. Grimacing, she clears her throat, and then makes a show of folding her arms, one hip jutting as she purses her lips. “Didn’t know you were back in town.” 

  A good question to ask: how could one not give attention to such a spectacle? All it takes is a glimpse and tongue finds itself trapped between a set of teeth, biting down to keep the muscle still and to let the pain dull down laughter that so eagerly wished to surface. He’d pretend not to notice to save the poor thing some grief, but... where was the fun in that, right? Besides, it was a face that knocked on the doors of memory lane, that in itself was enough of an invitation.

  Casually, was the approach made as that held compact of hers was held high. By the time of its snap legs gradually began to slow, eventually making self comfortable at a reasonable few inch distance. There’s a playful tug in the lips, the Turk gifting a sly smile as a hand rises in a half-hearted wave.

    “It was an unexpected trip, sorry I didn’t call ‘nd give a heads up,” and there’s the exhale of a previously contained chuckle.

    “Sorry I was gone so long ya went and got all chocked up seein’ me, again.” The Turk delivers a shrug before extending an arm, fingers capturing the rim of Riruka’s drink and pulling it in; held or not. “-- or is the drink just bad?” Up it went, straw taken in and a generous amount of drink being sucked up, along with a few pearls. By the time it’s pulled away he’s offering a faux hum of contemplation.

    “Y’know, it ain’t too bad.”

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    “Man. Ya’d think this place might almost be a ghost town... given who’s livin’ in it.” Piped up enough as an attention grabber while serving the simultaneous purpose of vocalizing inner thoughts. Flow of words accompanied by an idle action; a mere fiddling with the wooden replacement given -- what good was it, otherwise? A twirl between fingers and a shift of weight, allowing it access over wrist and across knuckles before falling into an awaiting palm. 

    “The phone’s a good clue at who’s skulkin’ ‘round, but some ya gotta see to believe. This place is loaaaded with surprises, ain’t it, flower girl?”

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invitedeath replied to your post: 

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    yo, sephi! your vibe check failed

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    give me some time but i’ll toss out a short starter call with a lil’ cap of 3, excluding final fantasies -- and anyone with plot ideas.

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    "we may be retreating, but...

when you’re least wanting company this is the type of guy that busts in and slings an arm around your shoulder without warning... or calls you up, randomly, years later

never fully follows dress code and will kick back ( maybe nap ) while on the clock if he can get away with it

got a bit of gossip to share? he’s got an ear to offer and a mouth ready to run off and share it

proud of who he is and ( mostly ) what he does. helping kill the planet miiiight be a bit of an exception, though

doesn’t stop him from being a laidback, sassy lil’ shit, unfortunately.

                                                      ...we’re still victorious.”

Reno / Final Fantasy VII

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following up prior reserve, i'm here to re-app Reno from Final Fantasy! application is under navigation > resume, or simply /app !

Welcome!

You’ll be staying in House 117!

You’ll retain everything from your previous stay!

Enjoy your stay!

–Mod Lyra

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Overwork… - Final Fantasy VII

Tseng

Reno

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tcnaciious‌:

          “For someone like me? That’s a good question. I enjoy anythin’ that’s dangerous and life threatenin’. Nothin’ makes ya feel more alive than the rush of your own blood. Course, I try not to drag anyone who may be with me into anythin’ too bad,” she shook his hand firmly before releasing it. 

          “I certainly hope to hear about them, but I can also respect you not bein’ able to spill everythin’. I got a few stories myself that are kept quiet.” Milo gave a gentle shrug. She was interested in learning more about him and the stories he had to tell. “Anyway, have ya been here long?”

    “That’s a lifestyle I can get behind. Things can be a real drag without that added kick, otherwise you’re just left wantin’ more, am I right?” So was the case for himself, after all. Now, this was company he could see himself enjoying for a bit.

    “Ya’ve gone and got me curious to hear ‘em -- a trade-off of tales, sometime.” There were some the Turk could share without giving away too much, but given their location would it truly compromise anything? Some food for thought; he’ll save it for later. “--nah. ‘least I don’t consider -- what, a month? -- all that long. Still learnin’ the ropes around town, y’know? How ‘bout yourself.”

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feed w wasabi! :)

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE .  /  @lotusword

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what . 

    “I can handle plenty, don’t go sellin’ me short!”

  Voice carried itself in a usual, crude manner, yet the boast held signs of the oncoming drunken slur the redhead was building upon. Fingertips fell from the rim of a glass as it found its way back onto the counter top its holder sat hunched over, contents half-emptied. This made drink number three. Not yet, had he enough to completely lose himself to alcohols influence, but plenty sat in Reno’s system to add a more playful spark to otherwise laid-back nature -- enough to annoy those with the misfortune of sitting around him, at least. But with that misfortune came opportunity, annoyance leading to a sliding of a plate. A partially finished meal with but a few remnants left upon it, but it was a specific left over that was brought to the redhead’s attention.

‘ You can handle plenty, right? Try it. ‘

  The offer was met with a low sound; a hum of confusion as head was down-turned, staring over the contents. Specifically, the small clump of green that sat in the dishes corner. When asking for specifics the Turk received nothing more than irritated insistence, attention redirected back to the plate. Air escapes his mouth in a partial laugh, fingers reaching over to pinch the given substance and hold it up to a widening mouth; popping it onto his tongue without full realization of the hell he’s readily welcomed. Like what was said previously, he’d handle it.

  Oh, the severity of the mistakes he has made.

  Not a moment too soon after closing down on the wasabi, now, encased in his mouth did Reno attempt to stifle a cough. Pungent aroma infiltrating every corner, rising into the nostrils and even aiding the quick surfacing of tears. A flame had been ignited upon his tongue with an unimaginable intensity, engulfing taste buds and spreading down his throat as the substance was finished off. Regret could not be greater as a fist came down ( repeatedly! ) against counter top, hoping for the inevitable throbbing in the tightened hand to take away from spreading heat. 

  His face could almost match the tattoos beneath his eyes with how the fire sat under his skin. The pounding of a fist was brought to an abrupt stop as it lashed out for unfinished drink, the liquid practically thrown down his throat in attempts to banished the persistent heat, but to no avail -- surprise, surprise! Slamming the glass back down with desperation another’s drink had been swiped, uncaring for what sat within it, and sucked back. Make it stop, make it stop!

    “Wha’ th’ He--..haaaaah... !!” 

  Words cut short in an extended pant, wishing for the breath that fell to ease the side effects present. Of course it didn’t. Was there a snickering heard beside him, or was he becoming delirious from both the alcohol he’d just downed, and the ever-present pain he had brought upon himself?

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direct

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE .  /  @invitedeath

[ direct ] your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

  He had heard him; loud and clear, in fact, but wished to pay it no mind. Done with the boasting of delusional godhood in demeanor alone, in the rightful way that chilling voice left others mouth -- one helping of it all had been enough. Within only the first hours upon his arrival was Reno struck with the misfortune of discovery; of knowing he walked among them in a world so foreign. The choice to back down, to back away, had already been taken once before and, here, he dared to do so again. The Turks stance against this personified nightmare had yet to change, so the self-given order to fall back played out in his mind once more.

  But it was never so easy. Never allowed to be. Falling back, in this instance, seemed to be a quickly made mistake as retreating footsteps are met with an echo, lighter in tone to Reno’s own but still evident in their being there. With each step came the looming sensation of a nearing presence, a chill rushing up the redhead’s spine before he’s allowed a chance to glance over his shoulder. Even that was a fools choice, for it’s met with a risen hand; black leather grasping at his chin and forcing the direction of his head. Resistance of the touch only leads to a firmer hold, thumb and index squeezing a protesting jaw.

‘ Do not turn away when you’re spoken to, ‘ came the voice he’d so readily hoped to tune out; to brush aside. Each word now clearly sounding against the Turks ears, causing stomach to tighten and churn as a heat rose beneath the skin. An anger at being seized; dare he bare fangs in a snarling protest?

‘ Look at me. ‘

  There it is again, that same voice that succeeded in combining fury and fear into an emotion near indescribable. It shone in the fierce set of blue that met those that held more of a greenish hue. The longer the stare the more tempting impulses became, a previous inner query coming to light... and finding its unfortunate answer. Corners of lips curled back in defiance and saliva sat readied on a quick-firing tongue. Perhaps expelling it in the face of death wasn’t a choice most wise, but it made the Turks point clear as day.

    “I ain’t here to listen to you.”

  Another regret he may add to an ever growing pile.

[devotedecay]

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

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demunis‌:

                                    ;i’m not afraid to face a little d a n g e r.

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invitedeath‌:

it mattered very little where they were or who walked amongst the crowds. after all, every beating heart was a mere means to an end, every soul a potential resource for a plan far too great to allude to just yet ( no spoilers! ) and thus sephiroth did not imagine the pain or the suffering to be in bad taste. yes, it would be troublesome to fight there and then, but it would not weigh upon his mind if one or two were injured, nor even killed. such was the price of war, such was the deserving end to mankind. but reno was defenceless. reno was not cloud either; hardly capable of grazing him even should his wooden weapon be replaced by something real and suitable. to suppose that this turk could land but a scratch upon him now would be a fine and humorous thought. 

sephiroth smiled, that smile so slight it did not boast of any peaceful resolve, but merely as if everything is somehow entertaining, everything has its own tune of humour that only he can hear. and in his mind he hums along, willing to play for the sake of simply passing time. “ not at all. but i will give you some advice. “ so generous; he was a merciful god after all.

he stepped closer to reno, the crowds moving aside from him without ever brushing his shoulder or bumping into him. there was always something about him, something which kept him distant from all others as if a shield encased his physical form. nobody ever touched him. nobody ever came close. as if merely standing too close would be akin to brushing fingertips to an open flame. they dodged him, sephiroth pacing slowly until he came to a stop. a mere few inches apart. so close he could perhaps watch the tightening of reno’s throat as he observed him. 

“ as comforting a world as this might be for you, i wouldn’t take it for granted. it isn’t death you should fear here. “ did he speak of.. the world itself? was this island as harsh a realm as some doomed afterlife would be? or was it a threat, thinly veiled with the beauty of his cold intimidation, a promise perhaps that he would see to reno’s own suffering should the time suit it. “ hm. can we expect a visit from your president any time soon? “ he added it, though he knew the answer was an unlikely no. shame. such a appearance would have only made the scene more amusing. 

 Fortune did not favor him, not on this day. It mocked him, in fact, with bestowed company of this past time hero turned monster. Though not defenseless in his entirety there was little to be done while lacking so much, against someone like this. Trapped like prey under unwavering gaze; one that reflected eyes the Turk had locked with before, but never with such an air of superiority. They were something almost ethereal. Mesmerizing in their own right, but in no manner one would wish to be drawn to. Danger, they screamed. Avoid, avoid. Yet, in a corner is where he found himself -- right back to that metaphorical ledge, in fact.

 And the lessened distance between was like that of a blade already finding its tip against a tightening throat, muscles tensing with a swallow Reno had taken. There was time to step back; to back down like he very well should! In place he remained, however, eyes and ears trained on the being that approached. That stood before him, undisturbed by the innocents surrounding. Had the air around always been so thick; so heavy? Surely he would have noticed before. Or, perhaps, it only just occurred with death cast upon him. How long until that unseen clock ran out?

 Yet, that's not what he should be fearing... or so he was told. Would it kill to drop the cryptic answers? A question better left unsaid, surely.

   "... what a tip. I'll be sure to keep it in mind." A better question to ask: would he ever learn to hold his tongue? Such boldness would only carry him so far.

 Oh, but silence is achieved not long after with a single query -- even if temporary. It won the ex-soldier a hardened stare, jaw finding the strength to clench with defensive discomfort at the mention. Protective, one might say. Like a guard dog very well should be. The answer should no doubt be an obvious one, he was certain on that fact alone. Regardless of his being here or not, easy visitation was not something to be allowed -- unless ordered otherwise. But with such command lacking, he'd bark back in its place. 

    "Wouldn't count on it. Ya'd be better off droppin' any expectations on seein' him, so let's start with that. Don't want you gettin' your hopes up, now, do we."

 Finally, a move is made. Sole of a shoe drawn back against pavement; the signs of leaving. An infamous retreat. Stand his ground as he may, only a fool woudl stay long enough with current circumstances. A single Turk standing before a walking calamity. Ha, even he could almost laugh at it.

   "Thank you, sir, for this moment of your time. Don't let me keep ya." Let's play it off and call it quits; stop while he's ahead.

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tcnaciious‌:

@electurk continued from here (x)

          “The borin’ parts only make the juicy parts all the much better but I don’t expect ya to give me all the details. Sounds like you live a pretty interestin’ life. I mean, who doesn’t enjoy explosions now and then?” She asked with a smirk. Milo offered her hand to him.

         “Name’s Milo. Hope to learn a bit more about your now that I know explosions are involved but I’m patient.”

    “Caught attention with a common interest, did I? Heh. Now, what are th’ odds of that.” An expression to mirror the woman’s own seizes his features, hand extending to take the one offered. 

    “Reno,” he addresses. “--and who knows, maybe I’ll warm up to the idea of fillin’ ya in sometime. Can’t spill too much, but hey, nothin’ says I can’t recall a few showin’s of ‘fireworks’ -- gotta keep things flashy.”

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“Can’t fix something like this. What’re you gonna do?”

night in the woods starters.

    “Ya just move on, man. All there is to it.

    Things have a habit of breakin’ around me, y’know? Y’start becomin’ a little desensitized to it; stops holdin’ too much of an impact. No use standin’ around over the unfixable, yo. Gotta push forward and just, dunno, make up for it later -- what’s done is done.”