CHOKING UP ON THE SMOKE FROM ABOVE

LYING IN A BED OF BLOOD && MONEY

[shinraffairs]

❝ 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡, && 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

ᕯ shinraffairs is an independent, 20+ & highly selective roleplay blog for the character Tseng of final fantasy vii. inspiration is taken from the original game, the compilation, and the remake trilogy. (loved by aodh !! 24 they/them gmt +0)

[shinraffairs]

excuse me while i squee irl.

LOOK WHO SHOWED UP IN THE MAIL TODAY.

[kraniumet]

meet cute: it's raining and I see your battered bleeding body lying in the mud and I kick it slightly to see if you're dead

[shinrascomputer]

@shinraffairs replied here | "I can neither confirm nor deny this factually true statement,"

"So.... What I'm hearing is he totally does. Is there room for his dog too or does she lay in front of him?"

[shinraffairs]

"..."

"No comment."

[shinraffairs]

As to not piss off his supervisor entirely, Reno opted for a small prank — all the keys on Tseng's keyboard were glued down, rendering the device ineffective and ultimately broken, and all the regular light bulbs in the office were switched to the 'black-light' variety. Reno may or may not have also sprayed and splattered invisible ink in areas of the office to give the appearance of a certain substance.

unprompted | always accepting! <3

If there ever was a more dangerous day to be a Turk, Fools Day was it. Usually, on a day to day basis, there was an unspoken rule within the offices - no friendly fire would be permitted within the walls of the Investigative Sector of the General Affairs Department. On Fools Day, however, this rule was null and void - and so it was on the one day a year where a Turk wouldn't be punished for insubordination that Tseng, as Director, would inevitably have to dodge the most bullets, so to speak.

As it were, Tseng had already neatly side-stepped a bucket of water balancing precariously on the hinge of the entrance to the offices, disarmed the stink-bomb tied beneath his seat, and removed the whoopee cushion attached to it.

The suspicious white stains caused by the ominous glow of the newly-installed black lights overhead were, at the very least, not something that would deter any work from being done. The stuck keys on his keyboard, however ...

Tseng looked up from his attempts at logging in to his console - Elena was finishing up the final stages of her training, shadowing a mission in the sector 6 slums, Rude was present, at least - a possible suspect, but this didn't exactly scream his style.

Tseng's eyes fell to Reno. Relaxed posture, quiet focus on the terminal in front of him .. and there was the outlier. Quiet.

Rather than push the subject, Tseng instead began to start on the physical reports requiring his attention, signing and marking those that might need to be investigated further, those missions that could be retired ...

"Reno." Tseng doesn't look up from Rude's last mission report, pen quietly gliding across the paper. "Since my terminal is out of commission, I'll need you to handle the general affairs review for this afternoon. Heidegger will be expecting you at 3pm sharp."

[musingmeme-blog]

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

[shinraffairs]

to all u guys who suggested xkit rewritten & dashboard unfucker, i am reaching across timezones to kiss ur cheeks.

[makoenergie-archive]

@shinraffairs•*⁀➷ THE OVERWHELMING DESIRE TO KISS | AVAILABLE

╰┈➤ ❝ [  ❛  06 .   a  kiss  during  a  fight . ( for rufus? i hope you don’t mind me sending a smooch for a first interaction— 👀👀) ]  ❞

rufus loved to spar with tseng. he remembered years ago, he could barely keep up. the heir had been ambitious but he had to find out what truly suited him. the gun was a glorious addition to his fighting style----knowing he lacked strength in melee fights, he could now concentrate on distance and counter close calls right away. it was a rather guarded way of fighting because rufus knew the weakness to his fighting style all too well. maybe tseng taught it to him without really mentioning it. tseng was overall a rather quiet man. almost mysterious, but rufus preferred it this way.

being distracted from his thoughts when tseng suddenly rushed in for a hit, rufus couldn't move his gun arm quickly enough to counter, but grabbing the turk's collar seemingly confused the other male enough. so much tseng couldn't stop himself from colliding with the new president.

rufus pulled tseng with him when he fell backwards and when his back hit the ground, his lips also met tseng's. his hand moved from the man's collar to cup his cheek. such soft skin, rufus wasn't all that used to skinship but that didn't mean he didn't want or liked it. he just never received anything alike.

"how very straightforward you are today, tseng."

[shinraffairs]

In the years since Tseng first met Rufus, the two of them have fought many times. He remembers their first training sessions together - concealing the fact that he was utterly unimpressed at the heir's lack of skill behind impassive eyes - to the first time Rufus' managed to disarm him - to now, when fighting with Rufus has become a deadly dance between them as they go blow for blow.

It's .. thrilling. To know the President's fighting style so intimately, yet to still be caught off guard. As soon as Tseng had seen the other's lapse in concentration, he had pounced -- he should have realized the President wouldn't go down so easily. Rufus' fist at his collar had shamefully distracted him, and well - gravity had done the rest.

Soft. Warm. The first things Tseng notices. He blinks his eyes open - when had he closed them? - when the President's hand comes to touch his cheek -

He could apologize for the indiscretion. He could ... but.

"As I recall, you are the one who grabbed me. Sir."

[shinraffairs]

me after not doing any rp on tumblr for literal years: how do i ... format, . where's the html button. why can't i cut posts .... ?

[amcryllis]

"Okay, you caught me!" Aerith holds her hands up in surrender, glancing around the Shinra building she had found herself in. "I was trying to escape." @shinraffairs.

[shinraffairs]

Relieved as he is to have found her, all he can do is let out a quiet sigh. "There are worse things than me lurking in these hallways, you know."

[shinraffairs]

“ are you going to kill me? ”  (thanks for following back!! ✨️)

question prompts | no longer accepting

It was little more than whispers and here-say that had Tseng stepping off the train from Sector 0, all the way to below Sector 4. One specific whisper, however - the ghost of the slums - had some of the science department twitching. A woman with an ethereal glow, seen wandering throughout the under-plate sectors in the dead of night ..

As the train pulls away from the station, Tseng has to resist the urge to click his tongue in annoyance. It was an unfortunately common occurrence for the science department to misplace specimens and experiments, but they were usually better than this when it came to disposal - thanks to the President's generous funding, the science department had plenty of world-class disposal facilities to choose from, and yet.

And yet. Here Tseng was, tracing the steps of a ghost. His orders were, as always. two-fold:

1. Find and ascertain the source of the rumors. 2. Minimize and eliminate any chances of the specimen coming into contact with the Ancient. Aerith. 2 (a). If possible, retrieval of the specimen is to take priority over outright elimination.

Despite arriving at the slums in the early afternoon - making nice with locals, acting the concerned citizen to a T - it isn't until after dark that Tseng actually catches a glimpse of the woman -- a remnant of the so-called "humanitarian experiment", the ninth.

Tseng spends a handful of minutes tailing her through half-deserted streets and alleys, considering his options. He's always preferred a gentler touch, truthfully. But would potentially helping - or even redirecting - this woman now aid him in the long run? Or would she just become another loose thread to eventually choke him?

His hesitation costs him - between one blink and the next, she has addressed him, and the opportunity for a quiet and swift disposal is gone with the wind.

" ... I haven't decided, yet." He decides, at least, to be truthful in this. Considering everything the company has done to her, he owes her this. "And you? Are you going to attack me?"

[shinraffairs]

pov: you’ve booped your last.

[shinraffairs]

smth v satisfying about having the boop badge on tseng im ngl. pov ur about to be ruthlessly interrogated and u catch a glimpse of the little kitty paw badge on his tie 😭😭

[shinraffairs]

Date or Pass

" .... " The query catches him off guard. The President-- Rufus is someone who Tseng trusts implicitly. It would be impossible to define their bond with something as banal as date or pass. Was this, perhaps, some kind of joke? Or was Rufus feeling some kind of ... insecurity?

His gaze lingers on the other, trying to discern some kind of meaning from the sudden question.

-- And without finding anything at all, he looks away. "You surely know the answer to that, sir. "

[shinraffairs]

Date or pass? He's sooooo curious.

DATE OR PASS | no longer accepting

He hums in thought, considering. There was a time where even the thought of dating a SOLDIER might have had him snorting in amusement-- and at an even later time still, the idea would have dropped like a stone in his stomach. Now, though, with this specific SOLDIER ...

A huff of amusement. "Date. I don't think I could pass you if I tried."

[shinraffairs]

trying to beat writers block by listening to green day ... :>

[starlightmachine]

Is something wrong, sir?