shuriken.

twenty-five. ghost operative. ❝gone girl.❞ turk at heart. ( independent cissnei. post-everything FF7. please read the dossiers before planning to interact. )

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                         ❝Why in the hell are you wearing that? ❞

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ainimus:

A smile to match hers spread cross visage. It was r a r e for someone not to adjudge him frail or weak.

    ❛           no.   A professor. The   last time I concerned   myself with the government,   it hadn’t concluded well.❜

He had lost everything: his closest friend, sister, and ability to walk.

Albeit the latter hadn’t proven most manageable; the school’s restoration had been a relief       along with the denouement of the war. 

Everyone seemed to be involved nowadays. The littlest things would be blown out of proportion; a party can grow to be a community. Communities grow into cities. So what was the surprise? Maybe she just wanted everything to have distinction; easy to spot, therefore if something went wrong things were easy to... ameliorate.

Curls bounce as she cants her head to a side; there's always something new. History is always made— somewhere around the corner. And there are also snipers. Eyes shift and a corner of her lips tugs until she assumes a rather "favorable" expression, and then a nod follows suit: Cissnei mulls over the fact that there are many things that come with having to meet people. Make connections. Or even starting up small talk.                          ❝—— Authority can be very fucked up.❞ There's a frankness in her words that she hasn't really... released in a while. Actually, she can't really figure out what makes her think so, feel so— she knows, however, that it's quite sickening for people to be involved without question. Greed can change a man, after all.                          ❝I guess that's a given. And, given these                          circumstances ... I'm Cissnei. And I guess today                          I'm just a really bad and relaxed ... spy, of sorts.❞

The redhead extends her hand— she refuses to sit, to kneel, to get down to his level. For a man who made a very valuable impression on her, one of respect in spite of his disability, he didn't deserve anything lower.

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severedsun:

"I hear the stairs are good for staving off cabin fever and muscle atrophy."

❝Not fond of quick 'n easy, huh?❞ She pushes her way through and just takes it with her anyway—  flashing her a poker smile, hands clasped before her.

❝Don't you just love  elevator rides?❞ It's the only way to show her colleagues some love.

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[6/27/2014 2:50:26 PM] sheoborat ok: i want an AU where erik goes to the hardware store & finds magnets amazing to hoard like passing through an aisle full of bubble wrap rolls

[6/27/2014 2:50:48 PM] cressida: AU where Erik's a fucking kleptomaniac but only w/ metals

[6/27/2014 2:51:13 PM] cressida: he shuffles out with 100 magnets stuck to him under his coat

[6/27/2014 2:51:16 PM] sheoborat ok: lmFAO

[6/27/2014 2:51:21 PM] cressida: "sir did u just gain like 30 lbs while u were here"

[6/27/2014 2:51:23 PM] cressida: "nO"

[6/27/2014 2:51:32 PM] cressida: one falls out and he just run s

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senyahearts:

Catherine McNeil in “The Bride” for No Name Magazine # 1 

Photographed by: Dario Catellani 

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apathetic-ruler:

landofdoom:

After all those eyes and tentacles, it was nothing to throw in a chibi Tseng. So I did. Rufus has a lot of guard pets, with Dark Nation obviously his favorite, but Tseng has taken a personal shine to Gretel. She’s remarkably well trained and responsive to voice commands, and tries to eat solicitors without even needing to be told.

The problem with two palettes in one picture is that I kept using the wrong one on Gretel. But she looked so pretty in dusty teal!

This is important. You have no soul if you don’t have Tseng and a Marboro on your dash. 

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dark starter sentences

some yandere, some angst, some rivalry, but no happy stuff on this list

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"You actually thought i cared about you?"

"I wonder how loudly i can make you scream in agony?"

"You're a monster!"

"It would be a shame if i had to damage that pretty face of yours."

"You're all mine now."

"How could you do this to me!?"

"I trusted you!"

"Is that supposed to scare me?"

"Put the knife down."

"You're scaring me..."

"You look so sexy when you're all bloodied and bruised like that~"

"I wonder how many volts it would take to kill you?"

"Why are you pointing that gun at me?"

"Let me go!"

"You're so cute when you struggle like that~"

"Your blood smells wonderful."

"Who did this to you?"

"You're in my way."

"I thought you were dead!"

"Help me!"

"Long live the king."

"What did they do to you?"

"What have you done?"

"Maybe i should carve a pretty picture in your flesh?"

"Don't worry, I won't do anything fatal, I just need some information."

"I don't care what you do to me, I'll never tell you!"

"Stop it, your hurting me!"

"They'll kill you!"

"I hate you."

"The only reason I chained you up is to show you how much I love you!"

"If you keep struggling like that I'll have to punish you~"

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severedsun:

"Elevator’s full. Take the next one."

❝—— Please.❞

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courpus:

 ❛ You may be surprised     with the answer. ❜

❝— I still like to keep my options open, so you can try... the element of surprise is always something to look forward to.❞

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ainimus:

    ❛I’m unsure   if you’ve noticed        but I am not in the most   adequate condition for skydiving.❜

 ❝Ah... right. `Guess I just have an awkward way of saying, "nice suit," rather than saying, "nice ride.❞

A wry smile slowly forms. She appreciates the poignant prosperity of the awkwardness between them, which, quite frankly, isn't something she's embarrassed about. She doesn't show much affection unless someone can break the walls, too. She doesn't flirt. (Although it sounded like she was flirting.) In any case, she's learned to bounce back from something so trivial, so this is just a little silly notion to her. Affliction isn't something she likes focusing on; it's just a minor mishap to her. Everybody slips and stumbles at some point. She did, once.

Wheelchairs are just tools to her. Even better if this guy isn't in government.

❝—Not a politician, right?❞

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ortusvir:

“Thanks! Been practicing for years. —And I guess you could say that.”

❝Kind of a slightly  weird weapon when everybody's using guns, don't 'cha think?❞

Shape paves its path toward cognizance of the arnis sticks— possibly her favourite pair to use when she's trying to find her way around combative instinct. But a lace has been loose, and she instead sits to tie them tight again.

Which really just leaves room for her to improve and catch up on conversation. Rookies haven't been in her line of sight for quite some time. ❝You new here? Or just using the gym for a bit?❞

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Cissnei

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❝... You're on record. I've seen you in the file.❞