AVALANCHE, foo!

Barret Wallace // Independent FFVII. Multiship // Multiverse // Any Lengths // NSFW Themes Apply

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 Barret Wallace - AVALANCHE.                                              Pre/Post Game - AU/Crossover Friendly. 11 Years of Experience, faceclaim friendly.

 "Is it right to go on? They’re all gone. Died for the planet. Will they … will they ever forgive me? … Right now, I don’t really know.“

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out of avalanche // guess who's thinkin' about making a COMEBACK BABY

[kinardstits]

at last, the promise has been made.

[marci1900]

[innocence-vs-insanity-blog]

I took all the fear and sorrow

And turned it into rage and vengeance

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dcntgiveup.

The way she retracted from his grasp, collapsing back into herself caused his lips to dip towards the ground. Barret took a step forward, and warmly extended his hand out towards her. It was still an adjustment as well with this movement, realizing his hand needed to be higher than he was used to. His hand rested atop her head, reassuringly patting her. Again he examined her, almost as if he was admiring what she had become, had this really been his daughter. It seemed like she was capable of defending herself -- she wasn’t starving, She wasn’t unkempt. It must’ve meant he was still taking good care of her. Or maybe she was taking care of herself.

“I think you are my daughter. You’re alive, after all. Only my babygirl would be stubborn enough to come find me.” A laugh cut off the blunt statement, pulling her back into a soft embrace as his face was gleaming with pride. “Even in another time.”  Barret was still incredibly apprehensive, but the warmth she radiated and the aura she produced made it difficult to allow such intense walls to remain. After all this time, why would someone pretend to be his daughter from the future? On what grounds would he normally believe such a fairy tail?  Briefly he paused, feeling as if every question drained the remainder of their time together. “Should I even ask how you got here? Or you got somethin’ to tell me?” What possible future could she have come back from? Why would she wish to come back to such a conflicted period in the world? The quality of life significantly increased after the efforts of the party, but even so, was it truly worse off than now? Barret hoped the world would maintain it’s course to some sense of calm. Despite how breathtaking it was to lay his eyes on his daughter all grown up, it left a bitter taste in his mouth. Maybe he wasn’t able to create a future perfect enough for his daughter after all.  “I ain’t meaning it in a bad way. I just figure you came all this way for somethin’.”

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        “h-hi, daddy.” they were finally alone. together. it had been an awkward week with Cloud and Tifa. initially not telling them who she was, but insisting on dragging her father to 7th Heaven because it concerned the three of them. well…all of AVALANCHE, but they were the only ones who needed to know right away at least. standing in the middle of the bar she told them- the truth. the entire truth of it all that she was from the future. that she was the little girl sleeping in her bed, tucked with a moogle under one arm and a ribbon in her small hands.

that was another weird thing. seeing herself little. knowing her younger self probably had guessed who she was but kept silent about it. but now- now was the best and hardest part. being alone with her father. it was amazing to see him young and strong again. big and loud and abrasive, but holding that loving look in dark eyes. she missed that. it took everything inside of her not to fling herself into his arms the second he stepped into the bar. but that would probably give away too much about the hard truth of the matter….he was dead in her present. gone. it had been over a year since she had seen him. heard his voice. which was why once they all had given their hugs and talked about how beautiful and big she had grown- she was left alone with her dad.

and she couldn’t help it any longer. how could she? it had been what felt like decades since she had seen him. so like the little girl sleeping upstairs she bolted across the distance and threw herself into his arms, still fighting the sob in her chest, and hugged him tightly. 

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Barret wasn’t the most perceptive among the party, but instead he found himself relying more on gut instinct. The instant his amber optics scanned the surface of her face, the pit of his stomach shook with anxiety; his heart sank with familiarity. The girl distinctly resembled his buried past, which caused the grown man to fixate on the subtleties of her features. The ball of her nose was identical to Eleanor -- and as he traced the fibers in her eyes his mouth ghosted her name. He played the fool for the most part while wishful thinking allowed his feet to cement to the foundation as their meeting began. Maybe this was her. Syllables stumbled out from her lips and into his mind, shifting his glance down towards the hallway. She looked like his daughter, held herself the same and mimicked her demeanor. How could it be that this girl was the very same girl he just previously tucked away under her favorite blanket, cuddled against the stuffed animal he gave her for her birthday. This was supposedly his daughter. Apprehension overwhelmed his throat, parched lips parting while he cleared the blockage that remained. It was quiet for all but a moment, stance loosening almost involuntarily as she closed the distance rather quickly. Her warmth engulfed his lower chest, arms wrapped around her petite frame like curtains drawing close on a performance. It was a strange feeling to not bend down or pick her up in a loving embrace, setting her against the flat of his shoulders. He was no longer parading her like the princess she was. Now it is as if she was stuck in a cocoon, and emerged outright with completely new colors.  “It ain’t like I don’t believe you --” Barret mentioned briefly, arms still hesitantly wrapping themselves around her shoulders, “It’s just not what I was thinkin’ I’d be doing when I woke up.” Naturally, the ex-resistance member had questions and concerns. But the sound of her voice gave him the same inspiration to protect her as did Marlene’s voice.

[mushki-art]

I felt there wasn’t enough fire in my last version of this piece. I fixed it. 

You’re welcome. 

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Curls up beside because she is small and cold and wants to be tough and cool and hang out with avalanchedad.

Barret would be the first to admit there was a bitter sharpness in the cold that surrounded the sea. Their usual attire was stowed away in hidden crevices of the ship, and the sailor suits required for the disguise hadn’t much to offer in terms of warmth. With a sigh, he resigned his frustrations. It was always a waiting game on Cloud.

He felt pressure against the side of his arm, glancing down at the brunette strands that pressed against the white fabric. Aerith hardly bothered the larger bear. In fact, her aura always produced soothing vibes. She was always right.

“Hey, I bet if I start causin’ havoc, Cloud’s gonna hurry up with the plan.” A faint snickered followed the hushed suggestion.

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❝ just apologize, we have worthier pursuits! ❞

Barret hardly knew what the definition of delicate was, and more often than not it showed through the pulsating veins along his temples and the sounds of grinding bone. Unusually, but fortunately for the other, this was a moment in which Barret wasn’t seething with anger after being wronged. A street kid was trying to extort food from his daughter. He was aggressive but he was smart enough not to beat a child. Just his father. It was a bittersweet moment considering after his business concluded with the recently met stranger, he would be headed home to his daughter.

“That kid’s lucky. We got worthier pursuits, right?” Sarcasm coated the last few words, still scowling in the general direction of the offender.

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ooc; don't be shy don't be shy don't be shy don't be shy. it's okay to roleplay with me, come harass me in messages. It's okay. Don't go "oh but they rp with soandso" or "there's 483727428 of this character why do they want another" GUESS WHAT? I DON'T CARE. TALK TO ME I PROMISE I AM GENTLE

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piggybacks on the dad of dads

Proudly carries on shoulders.

“When ya’ gonna make me one of those flower hats??”

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❛ you don’t have to bring a gun to a knife fight. ❜

His eyebrows furrowed, anchoring towards the narrowing lids beneath. Barret didn’t really know how to adjust to this SOLDIER in particular – was this guy really gutsy enough to tell the walking bulldozer with a gun for an arm that he didn’t need to bring a gun to a knife fight?

There was a momentary pause, and then, like the split second before a bomb going off, the larger man began to lash out towards the unfamiliar SOLDIER.

“All y'all the same ain’t ya?! You thinkin’ you can take me on jus’ cause yer’ SOLDIER?! You don’t know SHIT!!”

If only Barret knew how important this particular SOLDIER was to the future of the planet. Maybe then he would change his tone.

Probably not.

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ooc; there's a 150 of you what the fuck??? I'll have to do one of those follower things but holy shit guys. I'm glad you like my portrayal so much! Here's to more time spent together!!

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❝ you have invented a new kind of stupid. ❞

“Now that’s real rich comin’ from the dusty old bat who got caught sleepin’ in a box!”

Arms folded against his chest defensively. Barret still maintained as much of a soft edge as he could regarding the rest of the party members – but Vincent wasn’t one Barret had adjusted to just yet.

“Gimme one reason why I can’t just blow it up! And a GOOD reason too!”

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"he must have been so scared."

Dust trickled through the pane of the ajar window, suspending in the air amidst the light which painted the tone of the conversation. Barret acknowledged one day these conversations would come up – she would question the most obvious objections to their familial relationship to the gritty details – he only hoped he had more time to prepare himself. His heart dropped into the pit of his stomach, launching itself like a slingshot back into the interior of his throat as she spoke, muttering words as if she was trying to imagine the way he died over and over. A fist clenched out of his own flashbacks; Dyne was always hot headed and impulsive but time seemingly stopped between the two. The stale, dusty air coated his tongue as he pleaded, showing off his biggest insecurity like it was a trophy – ‘hey, but wait!! You and I are the same!’

“I betchu he was.” The low, coarse voice brought his attention back to the present; his daughter began to inch her way through her past and it was his responsibility to explain it. “I had to watch him die… I watched a lot of people die. But Dyne, that was different.” The clenched hand loosened as his eyes shifted towards Marlene, crossing his arms across his chest. “It ain’t like he slipped off that cliff. It ain’t like he got pushed.” Barret couldn’t determine which was a suitable answer.

'Yo dad made me fight him. I ain’t wanna kill him.’'He jumped off the cliff and killed himself.’

The darker skin gleamed against the rays from the sun as he adjusted awkwardly in his steps, finally speaking after his brief pause.

“I ain’t ready for this talk yet, Marlene. I’m sorry.” He said rather matter o’ fact-ly, but the tinge of regret coated his words. “I know it’s yo’ right to know, but I ain’t ready.”

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"I know I ain't exactly who you expected -- but you gotta take what you can get."