WEAPON of the Planet

Cloud Strife of Edge. Part time delivery boy. Call me. tracked tag: goldenweapon ((Selective Cloud Strife Independent RP blog))

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Wrested || the-guard-dog

[the-guard-dog]

Zack nail lightly grown into a point at the moment. “ She brought me back because she needed someone to get what she needs. I do just that and even bring items such as souls back to her.”, He replied as his beast side was kicking in.

True he sees himself nothing more then a guard but he had developed some respect for the woman and that seemed horrible for everyone else around him.

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Well that would explain why the Planet was so angered at the other’s presence. The Lifestream was precious to Her and was guarded zealously, the remains of the Cetra even doing the same from beyond death. It would also be the reason why he had been so vigilant on this issue. A WEAPON’s job was to protect the Planet should She be in danger and this curtailed those words perfectly.

“Souls,” His voice was cold and to the point, “I don’t suppose you’ll tell me what She plans on doing with those?” A rising urge of protection came from deep within him, these new instincts instilling a sense of anger on the interests of the Planet. He didn’t mind, not really. He knew that he would have felt the same way, though just probably not for this specific reason. All those poor souls, taken before their time.. Cloud was angered on their behalf. 

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Wrested || the-guard-dog

[the-guard-dog]

His eyes narrowed at the other. “I’ll never leave, Jenova’s side.”, he said with a low snarl. He was not or ever betray the one that brought him back. His eyes flashed  a golden color for a second. 

“Why do you care so much? I am not some lost puppy looking for redemption from a Blondie and his so called goddess. Your goddess would of kept me in the lifestream…I wanted life and Jenova heard me and gave me what I wanted.”, his words started to become bitter and filled with hate.

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“Even if it only brought you back to where you started?” Cloud didn’t know if Jenova was operating the same way back when he was under a certain man’s control, but he was willing to bet that it was similar enough for him to accurately surmise what was going on between the Calamity and Zack, “Depending on Her will only bring you and the entire Planet demise.”

Blue eyes flashed, a hint of annoyance flitting across them. He wanted to grab the other man and shake him until the Jenova fell out of him, to be honest. But he knew that was a foolish thought and would never work. Was it so odd that he just wanted to help the man that had once been his closest friend? 

“Aren’t I allowed to care about you?” 

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Wrested || the-guard-dog

[the-guard-dog]

Zack eyes looked over at the blond for a moment. “Free?”, he asked before finally turning to the other with a low grin growing. “Have you forgot something, Blondie?”, he spoke before showing his teeth. “She brought me back so I am bond to follow her and her will. If you kill her you will kill me.”

Well he did not know if that was true but he did owe his life to Jenova. If his master is killed he will kill anyone or die trying.

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“Switch masters then,” Those words came unbidden to his lips, almost treacherous in value. He could hear the anger through the dulcet tones in his mind, humming reaching higher levels, causing him to frown inadvertently, “She’s not the only high form of being in these parts.”

Cloud saw no problem in having Zack work under Minerva. Not only would it leave him free to rid the Planet of the Calamity once again, Zack would be alive. Well probably alive. More of a chance to be alive than if he stilled followed Jenova.

[cloudgeal]

asgzc wishes everyone their bests!

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Wrested || the-guard-dog

[the-guard-dog]

Zack finally stopped before looking back at the blond. There was a pout and the look of hate within his eyes. “Then what else can I do? Then what I was brought back for? I am a monster. Cloud…”, he said as he finally looked down to see the small crimson trail he left behind.

“What use do you have for me anyway, besides of me not killing the innocent. What would happen to ne? The master will be displeased of me not gathering anything and would kill me if you don’t.”, he did not realize he didn’t say ‘my’. 

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Cloud stopped when the other stopped, keeping the distance between them constant, not wanting to take any chances. 

“It’s your choice, isn’t it?” A part of him tingled unpleasantly at the insinuations of being a ‘monster’. He didn’t know what was up with it, but it made his stomach sink, feeling like it was on a crash course to his toes, “If you say you’re a monster, you’re admitting it to yourself. You’re telling yourself to believe in your own words.”

“Then I’ll get rid of Her,” That had been his original purpose, a purpose he was destined and chosen to achieve, “Then you’ll be free.”

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Wrested || the-guard-dog

[the-guard-dog]

Zack growled before glaring back at the blond. “I am not going back with you. I want to be in a place I do belong and I know that isn’t with you or your bloody ass friends.”, he snarled out at the blond. 

He did have no where else to go but he was not going to go with anyone easily. 

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Cloud nearly rolled his eyes. Did the other think he was stupid? It certainly seemed like it was so. It was true that he had spared Zack’s life but letting him leave, heal, and then probably wreak more havoc was just flat out sloppy.

“Well, your wants are irrelevant right now,” He also kinda sounded like an asshole, but the needs of the Planet preceded his own sense of propriety right now, “I’m not letting you go so you can go kill more people.” 

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((kay so i’m done with all my drafts minus 3 from my angeal so anyone else that has a thread with me, it’s done))

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Wrested || the-guard-dog

[the-guard-dog]

Zack rolled his eyes only to start moving again. More and so he wanted to get far away from the blond so he could wait until his wounds did heal. “My wounds came from the blond weirdo.”, he replied and the small crimson trail was being left behind. 

Zack was stubborn when it came to being told to stand still, then again it took an army to kill him in the first place.

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Cloud easily followed him at the same pace the other was going. Being called a ‘blond weirdo’ was the least of his worries when his target was trying to run away from him. His wing’s injuries had congealed for the time being, clotted with dark red blood. It would not support him well in any sort of flight, but the fact that it was unlikely to get infected was good news.

“You’re not leaving,” The blond was starting to get fed up with this situation. A hand twitched, wanting to just put an end to this struggle. It would be so easy to just zap the other senseless and truss him up like one those things that sometimes Tifa would serve on holidays. That and then toss him in a place where he couldn’t do any harm.

[theforgottencapital]

タカムラリョウ

[brighteyedinfantryman]

#“feed me older self”#“if I die of starvation you won’t exist” - via the-backwater-experts

goldenweapon 

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((one day i will find the courage to ask others to rp with me

however today is not that day))

[brighteyedinfantryman]

A Bizarre Encounter

[brighteyedinfantryman]

Little Cloud made a face and huffed at the other’s rejection of his choices. Then again, what would he know about fashion. He’d been clad in t-shirts and shorts growing up, anything his mother got him and in Midgar, the standard issue infantry uniforms. Which was pretty comfortable, and it was good wearing it outside as well. People saw him, knew he was with ShinRa and just generally stayed away. That worked best for him. No one would want to mug a penniless ShinRa grunt.

At the elder’s complaint and suggestion, he groaned and turned to put back the clothes he had picked up earlier. He just moved down the spectrum of colours and chose… darker shades. Dark blues, dark browns, black… everything made him look like an old man now. Shirts and dark khaki pants, a knitted top as well. Wow, now he could look like Zack. This made him slightly excited. He wondered if he could go back in these, show his friend that he’d gotten some new clothes – clothes that technically were bought by himself.

“I don’t want to be targets.” Of any kind, really. Except if he was to be nominated for SOLDIER. And he hoped that came soon. In a way, he was hoping to go back before they did the SOLDIER entrance exam. Thrusting the clothes he had chosen towards the other’s arms, he pointed at the cashier. Little Cloud didn’t ask for his elder self’s opinion this time. Cloud looked like he could potentially nag him and he wasn’t interested in that. “Say,” he started as they made their way to the cash register. “You think you can train me before I go back?” He was the best candidate to be training him. He knew his flaws and he knew where he could improve on – definitely someone he could use as a stepping stone. And imagine the face on his instructors when he got back, he would be and expert in sword wielding and hand-to-hand combat. Glorious!

Maybe he could finally get a nomination for being stellar in it?

Clothes not being his top priority now, he grabbed onto the elder’s hand. “You really need to.” his eyes were wide. “We don’t have much time.” Who knew how long he was going to be here for? And if his calculations were correct, the exams would be held in around three months’ time. And people usually get commendations and be recommended for SOLDIER very soon after that. There was a ray of hope for him now.

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The taller man had passed an eye over the clothes chosen, not giving his opinion this time. Little him seemed a bit put out from his words before and he found that he was a bit amused on that account. However, nothing really prepared him for the grab at his hand. He was suddenly glad that he was carrying cloth rather than something more fragile. Blue eyes glanced downwards, the glow in them more apparent.

Train his younger self? His wing fluttered in agitation, betraying his nervousness and surprise. It sounded like a good idea at first, but the more Cloud rolled it around in his head, the more problematic it seemed to be.

His own memories of being in ShinRa were never very clear, but he hadn't been that bad, had he? Bad enough that he'd consider asking his self from the future for help? Plus, wouldn't it be suspicious if his younger self suddenly became a lot more skilled? He may not have had a lot of love nor familiarity with the boy still attached to his hand, but he didn't want him going under questioning about his sudden skill increase or even being held under the suspicion of a spy.

The company in general was bad news. He doubted his younger self would listen to him though; it had been his dream to become part of the elite SOLDIERs back then. Though they were very much alike on the surface, the WEAPON had gone through too much for them to have the same views towards certain things.

He nudged the other's hand off, making sure he was being followed before he continued on to the cash register up front. It was a hard decision to make, he figured as the cashier rang up the purchases, giving him an odd look. Cloud paid no attention to it, only handing over the correct amount of gil when given the total and taking the bags of clothes from the bagger.

"I can't guarantee that," After all, a large portion of his abilities were developed, bastardized, from a certain someone after a certain event, "I could give you a couple of tips, but a lot of what I know came from experience and hard work, not someone training me."

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Stained White Wings || AU || Honorablecommander

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WARNING: This RP will contain character death, psychological issues, corporal punishment, torture, violence, blood Warning: This will contain a mentally unstable Angeal Hewley and a Stockholm Syndrome Cloud Strife If you do not want this on your Dash, PLEASE BLACKLIST ‘Stained White Wings’ -

As much as he was looking forward to breaking the spirit in this young man, Angeal couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the spunk in his eyes when he tried to argue with him. It was frustrating, and sometimes infuriating, but that’s what made it a challenge. He wouldn’t be interested in this boy if it wasn’t for the fight in his soul, as inconvenient as it was at most times.

“You could tell that to anyone in Midgar, and no one would believe you. Zack was my special puppy student, and he hung on every word that I ever said. Genesis could have killed him just as easily. Hell, you could have accidentally shot him, as poor as your aim is. No one would ever believe that I killed him, but they’d easily accept you as a scapegoat. After all, I’m a hero too.”

And he was, once, though he’d never liked people calling him one. A hero didn’t murder innocents, after all. It was hard to remember now, but there had been days during and after the war that his actions there had bothered him. He couldn’t remember why, now, and he wasn’t sure why his memory seemed so hazy. Now he knew the truth, that some people needed to die for him to achieve his goals, and there was nothing wrong with that. Zack was one of them, and maybe his prize would be, though he hoped that wouldn’t have to happen. He was growing fond of him, in a strange way. He hoped that the boy would break, instead of needing to be killed. It would be hard to find another prize, though he wasn’t going to let him know that.

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A rebuttal was on the tip of his tongue, ready to lash out at the inconsistencies, to argue, but he kept himself reigned. He could see the precarious situation he was already entangled in and he didn't want to make it worse for himself. He hated this. He was never strong enough to do what he wanted to do. He couldn't save Zack, he couldn't kill his captor, and he couldn't even save himself. Truly pathetic of him, the blond shivered, biting at his lip, the tic betraying his nervousness.

A niggling thought bothered him though. Was the ex-Commander correct? Would ShinRa believe that he had done it? Would they think that he was Zack's killer? Somehow, that was even worse than knowing Zack was dead. To be made responsible for his friend's death while he was held captive by the actual killer... That sort of knowledge made his stomach sink, the pie settling uncomfortably in his gut.

He wished that this could have been solved peacefully, but once he signed his name on that dotted line and signed his life away to the army, peace was something he had denied himself. Military life was harsh but he had done his best, but it was hectic, full of backstabbing and brown-nosing. However, nothing he learned could have prepared him for what was happening to him now.

He bowed his head, his only security, the shadows afforded to him by the hanging of his bangs. No words left his mouth; Cloud was afraid if he tried, only tears would come out and that would have just made it more humiliating for himself. A silent, temporary, submission was what this was. He needed more time to gather his thoughts.

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Wrested || the-guard-dog

[the-guard-dog]

Zack body cracked for a moment before he took on human form. Lucky for the blond the bottom half of his pants where still on his waist. “You're right. Why are you letting me live?”, he asked as he glance back at the other. 

With a normal body his body showed the past by the bullets shape scars on his person, though there was now a few old marks and some quiet new as well. 

“I have a place I can go to…”, he stopped for a second before his lips turned into a smirk. “What? You want to take care of me?”, came the question.

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Cloud was careful to hide his surprise when the familiar face of Zack Fair met his eyes again. That was going to take getting used to, he scowled, as he couldn't help feel that the Zack he knew was getting bastardized. It doesn't take long to think of a reply, not when the question was directed to him in that tone of voice.

"Because you're Zack," A simple reply to a difficult question, "And I believe that there's more to you than this." He had to believe in that. It was a stringent hope, and he knew it, but he couldn't help but think so. His blue eyes passed over the bare pock-marked chest in front of him, something twinging in his heart at the sight.

"I will if it is necessary." Was his next reply, "I won't allow you to go and lick your wounds, only to come back to terrorize more people." Even if he had to keep the other chained up in a room, he would keep Zack from hurting others. The Planet wasn't happy with his words, wanting him to cut down the threat right now, but She was always hasty. It was understandable, but not something Cloud saw eye to eye on concerning this issue.

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Zack couldn’t help but laugh, he always enjoyed spending some time around Cloud. Sometimes he also enjoyed when he was late, it made time for funny stories. However, he decided today was not the day for that. He, instead, decided he was going to just relax with the blonde. He thought it’d be best to stop and smell the roses today and nothing more, that’s how he’d put it out.

“That extra muffin better be for me.” He said with a coy smirk on his face, pointing to the bag in Cloud’s other hand. “And it better be banana chocolate chip!” His eyes gleamed with a small sense of mischief as he placed a hand on Cloud’s shoulder, rubbing his fingers together with the free hand. “If it isn’t you’re buying my lunch today.”

His smile only grew as he then decided to offer up suggestions on things to do. “So Cloud, what do you want to do today? Chocobo Ranch? Walk in the woods? Stroll through Wall Market? What’re ya up for?”

He stood in silence now, awaiting Cloud’s response. If they went to the ranch, he was sure Cloud would get a laugh with how hard Zack would have tried to stay on a chocobo, almost ultimately ending with his face meeting the dirt. The woods would have been refreshing, fresh air, calming spring water. Maybe they could even pick some berries. If they went to Wall Market, there was a good chance for shopping and maybe getting some form of entertainment. However, he was leaving the decision in the capable mind of his blond haired pal.

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Even with his fuzzy memories, the face, the tone of voice, everything rang true for Cloud. It was nice to see him, though this was the Zack that he knew the least. This was the Zack that had believed in ShinRa, the one that had not experienced the horrors of the good Professor Hojo. This was the man that he had once become friends with, with no yearlong traumatic event connecting them yet.

Ever, he corrected himself, not 'yet'. He didn't want the same future for this Zack. It was selfish of him to wish that but Zack had been an integral part of his life, his entire being, but something like that always had a cost. And in this case, it was raven haired SOLDIER's life. It was a price he wasn't willing to give or even allow.

"You can have this one," The blond male offered the slightly soiled bag over. The contents inside had not been touched and the tantalizing scent would come out in waves when the fold he made on the top was opened. "In return, you're buying your own lunch. I get paid less than you do, remember?"

He quirked an eyebrow, suddenly glad his wing was hidden. It would have made it too obvious that he wasn't the Cloud that Zack knew. And who knew how the other would react even seeing the broad and black feathers appendage. He was unfamiliar enough with this Midgar that he had no real clue about ShinRa's current happenings. If Zack knew him, that meant that the mission to Modeoheim had already occurred, right?

He frowned slightly, his lips turning downwards, showing his displeasure. This was problematic, but he had other things to worry about right now. Nibbling on his lip-he really had to break that habit soon-Cloud played magical chairs with the options in his head. In only a few seconds, it was clear that one of the choices were out for good, leaving him with two left over.

"How about we head to the Chocobo Ranch first?" He did enjoy the company of the feathered avians, having raised many and raced them as well, "Then we can stop for lunch and then walk it off when we visit Wall Market." There was something he was supposed to pick up today anyways; he'd just have to accidentally 'lose' Zack when the time came.

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((Last presentation is on the 12th so soon; in the meantime, I feel pretty horrible cause I love rping and sitting on completed replies is not very me so I'll fix them up and release the ones I've done in a bit))

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((ergh; putting cloud’s blog on semi-hiatus for about two weeks cause final projects and papers and just college ew

if you need me, i’ll be on my personal blog cloudgeal))

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Snapping from his thoughts, Zack looked over to Cloud, then looked at the bag on the ground. He secretly joked to himself that he hoped the blonde liked floor goods covered in dirt and rubble. It seemed Cloud was off in his own little world as well.

‘That’s what I forgot to do today…I was supposed to meet up with him for training…oops…’ Zack mentally kicked himself for forgetting something so important, more important than the paperwork at least. And with Cloud, he wasn’t still for hours on end, he’d be moving endlessly. But, Cloud looked a little…different. He looked taller, older and seemed to dress a little differently. What happened to him over night?

Shrugging it off, Zack walked over to Cloud with a big smile on his face. “Hey Strife, I totally forgot that you and I were supposed to train. I got highly sidetracked y’know?” He scratched his cheek until he remembered something. “Oh yeah, you know you dropped your baked goods on the ground.” He said with a coy smirk as he picked up the baked good and handed it to the blonde. “So what’s in your head buddy?”

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Hearing a spoken voice, an extremely familiar spoken voice, speak to him, broke him from his running thoughts. Oddly enough, though he was a bit sensitive about his height at times, he found he did not mind that Zack was taller than he was. Almost mechanically, he accepted the proffered bag, the weight of the muffin reassuring him that it was still inside and had not rolled away. Words also came to him, a natural response to being helped, “Thank you.”

It was odd, the way he was being talked to. It was nothing he remembered, as his own memory had always been fuzzy after the events of Nibelheim, but it gave him a sense of comfort. It was also a bit sad. To him, it was obvious that the other had thought he was his past self. He still didn’t know what was going on to his past self. In the months he was in Midgar, he should’ve tried and found out. However, he had become intoxicated with this style of life. Of no battling, of no news that a silver-haired being had started to roam the Planet once again. It was peaceful and he found he missed it. 

Best of all, the Planet did not require anything of him. Her voice and songs were not missed, he found. He tilted his head at Zack, blue eyes glowing with the unmistakable glow of mako. Would the SOLDIER notice? It would be awkward if he didn’t, though it probably would also be even more awkward if he did. He let out a breath, eyebrows rising, “Just thoughts.” Another breath was let out, like a sigh, “And I’d have thought you wouldn’t have forgotten.”

Well for as long as he could, he’d play this game. Until he couldn’t, at least.