Name: Azaela Sharpe
Age: 20 (current)
Gender: Female
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Ship: Sephiroth x Azaela
Date of Birth: January 18th, 1981
Mother: Alenna Sharpe (deceased)
Father: Thane Sharpe (deceased)
Faceclaim: Charlotte McKinney
MBTI: ENFJ
Alignment: Neutral Good
Fanfic: The Price of Power (read on AO3)
Character Overview
Azaela joined Shinra's military as a thirteen-year-old girl, with the goal of joining SOLDIER. Gifted, fiercely protective, and painfully stubborn, she quickly makes a name for herself, gaining attention for not only her combat skills but also for challenging authority more than she probably should. Idealistic and motivated by a strong sense of duty and justice, she rapidly ascends through the ranks of SOLDIER, becoming known, for better or for worse, for her charisma, battlefield performance, and empathy.
While celebrated as the first woman ever to enter SOLDIER, Azaela’s career is defined by internal conflict between her loyalty to Shinra and her fight to retain her own autonomy. She is repeatedly forced to carry out orders that violate her own personal morals and values, whether training unqualified candidates, spreading propaganda, or fulfilling PR obligations.
As the story progresses, Azaela finds herself caught between Shinra’s growing control over her life, her new, secret relationship with Sephiroth, and the increasingly invasive attention of the scientist responsible for her questionable mako infusion.
Ultimately, her story is about identity, humanity, autonomy, and what happens when she slowly realizes the institution she devoted her life to sees her less as a human being and more as a product to be exploited.
Themes & Tropes:
Loss of Autonomy, Secret Relationship, Human Experimentation, Propaganda, Power Imbalance, Institutional Abuse, Trauma, Body Horror, Medical Torture, Corporate Control, Identity Issues, Slow Burn, Corruption, Unethical Science, Psychological & Emotional Control, Exploitation
Physical Traits:
Eye Color: Green (mako eyes)
Hair Color: Light Blonde
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 140 lbs
Build: Slim to Athletic
Important Relationships:
Sephiroth —
Azaela and Sephiroth's relationship initially begins with conflict. Sephiroth seemed emotionally distant and unreadable to Azaela, and his brutal training methods and cold pragmatism clashed with her empathy, stubbornness, and constant need to prove herself. However, he allows her to push him out of his comfort zone in ways few others could get away with, and their relationship soon evolves into one of mutual trust and emotional dependence. Azaela has become Sephiroth’s emotional anchor in a world that has only ever demanded obedience from him, while Sephiroth has become one of only a few who consistently see Azaela as more than a product, symbol, or experiment.
Zack Fair —
Zack is one of the most consistent, grounding connections in Azaela's life. He offers her uncomplicated friendship and normalcy in moments where she's overwhelmed or full of self-doubt. She comes to depend on his warmth and sincerity as a counterbalance to the harsh realities that become more visible around her. Their friendship is built on trust and emotional openness. While Azaela sometimes sees Zack as overly optimistic, Zack represents what she always believed and idolized about SOLDIER.
Professor Hojo —
Hojo's relationship with Azaela is mostly defined by violation disguised as professional interest. After altering her mako infusion without her knowledge and consent, he views her as the result of an experiment rather than a human being and believes that he has ownership over her completely. He repeatedly inserts himself in her life under the guise of monitoring her, never missing an opportunity to remind her that he's responsible for her success in the SOLDIER program. His fascination for her only grows once he realizes Sephiroth is emotionally attached to her. Her interactions with him are deeply unsettling because of his invasiveness, constantly blurring lines between authority, manipulation, and personal fixation. Hojo becomes one of the cleanest and more overt manifestations of her growing lack of autonomy within Shinra.
Myles (OC) —
Myles represents one of the last ties Azaela has to life before SOLIDER. Since the two of them met when she enlisted in Shinra's military at thirteen and were bunkmates for many years, Myles believed in her long before anyone else did. He knows the Azaela that existed before she became a public image for Shinra: a deeply compassionate, determined girl who genuinely believed joining SOLDIER was the way she could do the most good.
Likes & Dislikes:
Likes: sugar (in any form, but would consume a vanilla iced latte with extra sugar for every meal if she could), pizza, good food, her friendships, sleeping in, the art of swordsmanship, comfortable oversized clothes, honesty, praise she feels like she's earned, being challenged
Dislikes: Hojo (obviously), PR obligations, high heels, the labs in Shinra Tower, being underestimated, military rations, being lied to, feeling helpless, being handled or controlled, the idea that her body might not belong to her anymore
Other posts & snippets about Azaela:
Where Azaela's name comes from
Her relationship with Sephiroth
What she was like as a child
How Hojo feels about her
What her Pokémon team would be
Some questions about Azaela
Some more questions about Azaela
Favorite chapters of her fic
Which song best fits Azaela
Azaela's design process
Additional Notes:
This information is current to the latest posted chapter of the fic to avoid spoilers
Details and relationships will evolve as the story progresses
This format was heavily borrowed from and used with the explicit permission of @bardic-tales 🖤
Azaela is an original character that is not a self-insert
So some people may have guessed this about Azaela’s story, since I mentioned that all major canon events will still happen (at least for the OG timeline; no idea if revelation is gonna throw a wrench into anything lol). But Azaela’s endgame pairing is not with Sephiroth.
I will be mentioning everyone one more time today. I'm trying to get everything out I created over the weekend, so you all can read it.
This blog will be inactive between Tuesday - Friday (depending on how I feel Thursday).
Here are the tropes for Bianca in Shadows Over the Cradle. I love using my literary analysis skills to analysis Bianca, etc.
Possible Trigger Warnings: chronic pain, human experimentation, medical trauma, pregnancy loss, reproductive violence, physical abuse, violence
Romantic & Dynamic Tropes
The Stoic and the Firebird: The foundational romantic dynamic between Sephiroth and Bianca. He is the unyielding, towering "living monolith," while she is the vibrant, chaotic, fiercely affectionate "spark" who refuses to let him fully detach from his humanity.
Soulmates / Fated Lovers: Connected from birth by the literal, visible Red Thread of Fate. Their souls are explicitly described as two halves of a whole across every alternate universe, bound telepathically, emotionally, and somatically.
Trauma-Bonded Partners: Having grown up side-by-side in Hojo’s windowless lab cells, their romantic devotion is forged in the fires of mutual survival, shared agony, vivisections, reproductive losses, and medical exploitation.
Hurt/Comfort & Caretaking: A continuous loop between them. She acts as his emotional anchor, cooling his mind and softening his detachment, while he acts as her primary physical protector, using his military privileges to secure her pain medication and patiently preening her damaged wings.
Gilded Cage Romance: Their forced corporate engagement and marriage by Shinra backfires on the company. What was intended as a cold, monitored breeding program evolves into a fiercely protective, genuine sanctuary of love.
Tall Guy, Tiny Girl: A stark physical contrast. Standing at 5'0" (152 cm) against Sephiroth’s 6'7"+ frame, their visual dynamic emphasizes his towering protection over her delicate yet fiercely lethal size. She only goes up to the middle of his chest. I think she may be the smallest OC among my friends' group?
Character Identity & Archetype Tropes
Cute, But Psycho / Feral Kitten: She possesses an alluring, delicate appearance (105 lbs, purple feline eyes, soft sweaters) paired with feral, unpredictable combat behavior—such as biting her comrades (and husband) in the middle of combat simulations.
The Nephilim / Sacred and Profane: The biological child of a Celestial (Archangel) Guardian (Seraphine) and a Demonic Tyrant / Fallen Angel (Asmodeus), further spliced with alien Jenova cells. She embodies a constant balance between holy light and dark corruption.
In the context of Final Fantasy VII, her internal conflict mirrors the cosmic pull between Holy and Black Materia: her celestial half striving to protect, heal, and commune with souls, while her demonic-Jenova hybrid nature threatens to unleash cataclysmic, life-draining destruction. See below for a larger in-depth reason why.
Physical Disability / Broken Wings: Despite possessing a massive 9.92-foot wingspan, her humerus bones were deliberately shattered by Hojo at age four. Her wings are strictly ornamental and constant sources of chronic pain/arthritis, serving as a permanent visual metaphor for her stolen freedom. She cannot fly. She cannot really move her wings at all. And she has never been in the air like Angeal, Genesis, and Sephiroth. When they fly, one of them, usually Sephiroth, will carry her.
Cosmic Horror True Form: Beneath her human facade lies a 55-foot draconic Phoenix made of writhing tendrils, miasma, and reality-ripping talons.
Saintly Monster / Combat Medic: Known publicly as the "Angel of Shinra" and to the infantry as the "Saint of SOLDIER." Despite her corrupted, life-draining powers, her innate nature is deeply compassionate, driving her to run into live battlefields to heal and comfort dying foot soldiers.
Masked Trauma / Coping Through Mischief: Her fatal flaw is her refusal to process emotional pain directly. She hides her deep-seated trauma behind bad puns, teasing, rebellion, boundary-pushing, and playful antics.
Plot & Narrative Role Tropes
Propaganda Piece / Corporate Mascot: Shinra uses her as a PR tool to humanize the SOLDIER program and soften Sephiroth's public image, parade-dressing her as a saintly "Angel" while secretly subjecting her to vivisection in the basements. They are known as the 1st Family of SOLDIER.
Tragic Motherhood: She endures relentless reproductive trauma—six miscarriages and three stillbirths due to her chaotic hybrid biology and Hojo’s injections—before successfully giving birth to her twins in exile.
The Morality Pet / Anchor: Her presence and emotional warmth act as the primary spiritual shield preventing Sephiroth from losing his sanity to Jenova’s telepathic calls during the Nibelheim mission.
Secret Keeper / Well-Intentioned Deception: Out of a protective desire to shield Sephiroth’s tender heart from the pain of Genesis’s degradation and defecting, she keeps Genesis’s secret ultimatum to herself: a silence that inadvertently haunts her with intense guilt during the Genesis War where she had tried many times to reach her degrading best friend, as she tries to persuade him to stop the madness.
Defiant Experiment: She continuously rejects the destiny, prophecy, and biological tags forced onto her by Asmodeus, Seraphine, Hojo, and Shinra, choosing instead to forge her own family on her own terms.
The Black and White Materia and the Struggle Between Celestial and Demonic Light and the War Within
Final Fantasy VII’s entire narrative revolves around the fundamental tension between planetary preservation (Holy/Lifestream) and cosmic erasure (Black Materia/Jenova/Meteor). By anchoring Bianca's dual lineage to this specific framework, her internal struggle ceases to be an isolated personal quirk.
Her struggle becomes a symbolism of the Planet’s own cosmic war. She isn't just a fantasy hybrid dropped into Midgar. Her very soul operates on the exact tension that govern Gaia.
In the canon lore, Sephiroth is drawn toward destruction, Meteor, and Jenova, while Aerith stands as the sole beacon of Holy and the Lifestream. Bianca carrying both opposing-like forces within her body makes her a living bridge between those two absolute extremes.
She isn't an innocent bystander trying to pull him back to the light with naive optimism.
She genuinely understands the dark, destructive pull of the abyss because a Black Materia-like corruption vibrates in her own blood.
Her ability to anchor his sanity at Nibelheim makes total narrative sense. She offers him a way to remain whole because she successfully walks that exact tightrope every day.
Mechanically and narratively, this dynamic elevates her battle scenes beyond simple superpowered fighting. Every time she channels her abilities, there is an immediate cost.
Tapping into Holy (using as symbolic) / Celestial energy: Requires intense focus to filter out her dark corruption, leaving her spiritually drained.
Tapping into Black (using as symbolic) / Demonic energy: Grants catastrophic, life-draining power, but risks letting Jenova's influence or her demonic father's whispers take the wheel.
This transforms her magic into a constant risk-reward calculation, ensuring that even her strongest moments are fraught with psychological suspense.
This parallel gives her character a richer design. I love all OCs, as I often said, but when designing Bianca, I wanted to make her feel alien but able to feel as if she could belong to that world.
The White Ribbon: Acts as her personal "Holy"-like token, a tether given by Sephiroth as an engagement token (since he hates the gaudy engagement ring the PR teams picked out for them) that protects her mind and wards off status ailments/corruption.
Noctemaris & Black Feathers: Represent the dark, destructive Black Materia-like pull of her lineage.
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So I'm actually an idiot who didn't know I wouldn't be able to see the results of my own poll until it finished, and I'm not contaminating the responses by voting, so I only know the status of the poll as of last night from @bardic-tales and @sapphirothcrescent sending me screenshots 🫠
I'm not too surprised that Cloud has no votes. Azaela and Cloud haven't interacted yet in my fic. Also, Azaela and Cloud as a couple may look a little weird, considering they could pass for siblings. I tend to be drawn to more of a contrast in characters I ship together (different hair color, heights, etc.), so I see why the other pairings are more appealing. 🤭
So some people may have guessed this about Azaela’s story, since I mentioned that all major canon events will still happen (at least for the OG timeline; no idea if revelation is gonna throw a wrench into anything lol). But Azaela’s endgame pairing is not with Sephiroth.
So some people may have guessed this about Azaela’s story, since I mentioned that all major canon events will still happen (at least for the OG timeline; no idea if revelation is gonna throw a wrench into anything lol). But Azaela’s endgame pairing is not with Sephiroth.
Summary: During a high-tech simulation training session, Bianca uses her unconventional, cat-like tactics—biting her fellow SOLDIERs—to break through the rigid atmosphere before sharing a playful, grounded moment with Sephiroth.
Pairing: Bianca Moore (f!OC) x Sephiroth
Other Characters: Zack Fair, Genesis Rhapsodos, Angeal Hewley
Possible Trigger Warnings: biting, medical experimentation references, minor violence, psychological trauma references
Possible Tropes: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angeal Hewley is a Tired Dad, Biting, Combat Training, Cute/Playful Aggression, Eyes of Unusual Color, Family Dynamic, Fluff and Humor, Found Family, Genesis Rhapsodos Recites LOVELESS, Genesis Rhapsodos Needs a Hug, Interaction via Technology, Non-Human Traits, Original Character(s), Playful Teasing, Red String of Fate, Sephiroth Has a Soft Spot, Sephiroth Being a Dork, Simulated Reality, Snarky Dialogue, Telepathic/Empathic Bond, Winged Character, Zack Fair is a Golden Retriever
Author’s Note: This scene was born out of a friend, @syntheticdesign02, lightheartedly tagging how often I mention her habit of biting people. While it started as a fun offhand comment, I wanted to explore how that physical, playful aggression would play out. It turns out even SOLDIER 1st Class veterans aren't entirely safe from a tenacious 2nd Class with sharp teeth and zero interest in reading the combat manual.
The synthetic hum of the Fusion Chamber vibrated through the soles of Bianca’s combat boots: a low, mechanical purr that was instantly swallowed by the hiss of atmospheric depressurization.
Before her heavy soles even touched the virtual deck, Bianca reached up and snapped the high-tech VR headset down over her eyes. Beside her, three identical sets of glowing visors clicked into place.
Instantly, the sterile, Mako-stained steel of the lower Shinra research level dissolved into a hyper-realistic, sprawling simulation of the ancient Wutai mountain peaks. Jagged obsidian cliffs materialized beneath them, a biting gale whipping dust through the canyon as the Biorhythm-Testing Materia Equipment calibrated to their vital signs.
"Data feed is synchronized," Angeal’s calm voice echoed clearly through the headset’s internal comms, though physically he stood just outside the chamber, thumbing the Shinra Application on his standard-issue flip phone to oversee the diagnostic. "Biorhythm, heart rate, physical strain. it’s all tracking. Don't break the equipment this time. I don't feel like forfeiting two years of salary."
"No promises!" Zack’s voice cracked through the comms: bright, boisterous, and entirely unfiltered. The young SOLDIER was bouncing on his heels in his dark blue 2nd Class uniform, already drawing his standard-issue broadsword. "Come on, Bianca! Show me what you've got!"
Bianca rolled her shoulders, her ornamental, black-and-indigo feathered wings shifting heavily against the back of her sleeveless red turtleneck.
Publicly, Shinra kept her bound to 2nd Class—a decorative "Angel" for the PR department—but in the privacy of the simulation, she moved like a shadow.
"Don't cry when you get tagged, Puppy," Bianca taunted, as her purple feline eyes flashed.
She lunged. Moving with terrifying, fluid speed, she bypassed Zack’s heavy overhead parry, ducked beneath his guard, and lunged inward. Instead of using Noctemaris’s edge, she grabbed the thick meat of his forearm and bit down. Hard.
"OW! Hey!" Zack yelped, nearly dropping his broadsword as he yanked his arm back, staring in utter disbelief at the fresh, red set of dental impressions indented directly into his blue sleeve. "What are you, a feral cat?! That's not in the manual!"
"It works, doesn't it?" she smirked, as she darted backward.
"Fascinating tactical evolution, Old Friend" Genesis chimed in over the internal frequency. His long red coat fluttered in the simulated alpine wind as he leaned casually against a virtual boulder. His silver dagger earring glinted under the artificial sun.
"A resort to animalistic savagery. How utterly uninspired. 'The goddess descends from the sky', yet you choose to fight like a stray pet."
"Shut up, Gen," Bianca retorted. She pivoted mid-stride. "You're next."
Before Genesis could recite another line of LOVELESS, Bianca crossed the distance, her thigh-high boots leaving shallow craters in the digitized rock. Genesis brought up his rapier to block, but Bianca didn't aim for his blade.
She ducked under his sweeping arm, slipped behind his metal shoulder pauldrons, and sank her sharp upper fangs straight into the thick curve of his left bicep.
Genesis stiffened, an indignant, high-pitched gasp breaking through his usually flawless, arrogant composure.
"You—you absolute gremlin! That is direct damage to my uniform!" He tried to shake her off, but Bianca held on like a tenacious kitten attached to a ball of yarn before letting go with a satisfied click of her teeth.
She dropped back onto her feet and wiping her lip with a gloved hand.
"That's two," she purred. Her prehensile tongue darted out playfully.
From the observation deck, Angeal’s voice came dryly over the headsets. "Bianca, stop trying to eat our friends. The telemetry data is reporting abnormal pressure points on their limbs."
"She’s out of control!" Zack complained, though he was grinning ear to ear, as he rubbed his forearm. "She's like a tiny, dangerous storm!"
"No," a deep, smooth voice cut through the comms. "She's just getting impatient."
The mountain environment flickered as Sephiroth stepped forward into the center of the ring. He was imposing, towering over her in his open black coat, leather suspenders crossed over his bare chest, and the seven-foot length of the Masamune held casually at his side.
His bright cyan, slit-pupiled eyes locked onto hers.
The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. Where Zack brought warmth and Genesis brought grandstanding, Sephiroth brought an absolute, grounding gravity.
"Your turn, Silver," Bianca murmured. Her voice softened, losing its sharp edge but keeping all of its playful mischief.
"Try it," Sephiroth replied. The corner of his lips twitched into a barely perceptible, dry smirk.
Bianca exploded into motion. She didn't use her corrupted spatial magic. This was purely physical. She closed the gap in a fraction of a second. Her shape was a blur against the dark rocks. She feinted left, planted her boot against a virtual crag, and launched herself directly at his chest.
Sephiroth didn't even draw Masamune. With fluid, terrifyingly precise grace, he side-stepped her initial strike, caught her right wrist in a steel grip, and pivoted.
But Bianca used his momentum against him. She spun in mid-air, wrapped her legs around his waist over his dark trousers, and drove her face directly into the juncture of his neck and shoulder just before his pauldron started.
She bit down deep through the tough, stiff, heavy leather collar. Her sharp fangs caught the muscle of his neck through his skin.
Sephiroth didn't flinch, didn't yell, and didn't drop her. He simply stood there, absorbing the impact, feeling the familiar, sharp sting of her teeth. Through the delicate, glowing Red Thread of Fate wrapped invisibly around their wrists, a wave of familiar, chaotic warmth surged between them: her playfulness, her lingering trauma, her stubborn refusal to be broken by the corporate walls outside this room.
He knew why she did it. It was a physical anchor. It was a visceral reminder that despite the experiments, the Shinra logos, and the rigid classifications, they were real. They were alive.
Slowly, effortlessly, Sephiroth reached up with his free hand. His leather-clad fingers gently caught her black hair right behind her white ribbon, cradling the back of her head.
"Satisfied?" Sephiroth asked softly. His dry, low voice carried through the private proximity link rather than the main comms.
Bianca released her bite, leaving a distinct, reddening mark on his neck. She looked up at him, as a cat-like, cheshire grin slowly spreading across her face.
"Nearly," she whispered.
Reaching down with fingers, Bianca hooked them beneath the leather SOLDIER suspenders crossed over his bare chest, pulled them taut, and let them snap back against his skin with a sharp CRACK: leather snapping against flesh.
"Hey!" Zack roared over the comms, cracking up with laughter. "She got Sephiroth! She actually got him!"
Sephiroth didn't even blink, though the subtle warmth in his cyan eyes deepened as he gently set Bianca back down on her feet.
"Training session complete," Angeal announced from the control room. The flip phone closed with a soft click as he aborted the simulation.
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Summary: During a high-tech simulation training session, Bianca uses her unconventional, cat-like tactics—biting her fellow SOLDIERs—to break through the rigid atmosphere before sharing a playful, grounded moment with Sephiroth.
Pairing: Bianca Moore (f!OC) x Sephiroth
Other Characters: Zack Fair, Genesis Rhapsodos, Angeal Hewley
Possible Trigger Warnings: biting, medical experimentation references, minor violence, psychological trauma references
Possible Tropes: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angeal Hewley is a Tired Dad, Biting, Combat Training, Cute/Playful Aggression, Eyes of Unusual Color, Family Dynamic, Fluff and Humor, Found Family, Genesis Rhapsodos Recites LOVELESS, Genesis Rhapsodos Needs a Hug, Interaction via Technology, Non-Human Traits, Original Character(s), Playful Teasing, Red String of Fate, Sephiroth Has a Soft Spot, Sephiroth Being a Dork, Simulated Reality, Snarky Dialogue, Telepathic/Empathic Bond, Winged Character, Zack Fair is a Golden Retriever
Author’s Note: This scene was born out of a friend, @syntheticdesign02, lightheartedly tagging how often I mention her habit of biting people. While it started as a fun offhand comment, I wanted to explore how that physical, playful aggression would play out. It turns out even SOLDIER 1st Class veterans aren't entirely safe from a tenacious 2nd Class with sharp teeth and zero interest in reading the combat manual.
The synthetic hum of the Fusion Chamber vibrated through the soles of Bianca’s combat boots: a low, mechanical purr that was instantly swallowed by the hiss of atmospheric depressurization.
Before her heavy soles even touched the virtual deck, Bianca reached up and snapped the high-tech VR headset down over her eyes. Beside her, three identical sets of glowing visors clicked into place.
Instantly, the sterile, Mako-stained steel of the lower Shinra research level dissolved into a hyper-realistic, sprawling simulation of the ancient Wutai mountain peaks. Jagged obsidian cliffs materialized beneath them, a biting gale whipping dust through the canyon as the Biorhythm-Testing Materia Equipment calibrated to their vital signs.
"Data feed is synchronized," Angeal’s calm voice echoed clearly through the headset’s internal comms, though physically he stood just outside the chamber, thumbing the Shinra Application on his standard-issue flip phone to oversee the diagnostic. "Biorhythm, heart rate, physical strain. it’s all tracking. Don't break the equipment this time. I don't feel like forfeiting two years of salary."
"No promises!" Zack’s voice cracked through the comms: bright, boisterous, and entirely unfiltered. The young SOLDIER was bouncing on his heels in his dark blue 2nd Class uniform, already drawing his standard-issue broadsword. "Come on, Bianca! Show me what you've got!"
Bianca rolled her shoulders, her ornamental, black-and-indigo feathered wings shifting heavily against the back of her sleeveless red turtleneck.
Publicly, Shinra kept her bound to 2nd Class—a decorative "Angel" for the PR department—but in the privacy of the simulation, she moved like a shadow.
"Don't cry when you get tagged, Puppy," Bianca taunted, as her purple feline eyes flashed.
She lunged. Moving with terrifying, fluid speed, she bypassed Zack’s heavy overhead parry, ducked beneath his guard, and lunged inward. Instead of using Noctemaris’s edge, she grabbed the thick meat of his forearm and bit down. Hard.
"OW! Hey!" Zack yelped, nearly dropping his broadsword as he yanked his arm back, staring in utter disbelief at the fresh, red set of dental impressions indented directly into his blue sleeve. "What are you, a feral cat?! That's not in the manual!"
"It works, doesn't it?" she smirked, as she darted backward.
"Fascinating tactical evolution, Old Friend" Genesis chimed in over the internal frequency. His long red coat fluttered in the simulated alpine wind as he leaned casually against a virtual boulder. His silver dagger earring glinted under the artificial sun.
"A resort to animalistic savagery. How utterly uninspired. 'The goddess descends from the sky', yet you choose to fight like a stray pet."
"Shut up, Gen," Bianca retorted. She pivoted mid-stride. "You're next."
Before Genesis could recite another line of LOVELESS, Bianca crossed the distance, her thigh-high boots leaving shallow craters in the digitized rock. Genesis brought up his rapier to block, but Bianca didn't aim for his blade.
She ducked under his sweeping arm, slipped behind his metal shoulder pauldrons, and sank her sharp upper fangs straight into the thick curve of his left bicep.
Genesis stiffened, an indignant, high-pitched gasp breaking through his usually flawless, arrogant composure.
"You—you absolute gremlin! That is direct damage to my uniform!" He tried to shake her off, but Bianca held on like a tenacious kitten attached to a ball of yarn before letting go with a satisfied click of her teeth.
She dropped back onto her feet and wiping her lip with a gloved hand.
"That's two," she purred. Her prehensile tongue darted out playfully.
From the observation deck, Angeal’s voice came dryly over the headsets. "Bianca, stop trying to eat our friends. The telemetry data is reporting abnormal pressure points on their limbs."
"She’s out of control!" Zack complained, though he was grinning ear to ear, as he rubbed his forearm. "She's like a tiny, dangerous storm!"
"No," a deep, smooth voice cut through the comms. "She's just getting impatient."
The mountain environment flickered as Sephiroth stepped forward into the center of the ring. He was imposing, towering over her in his open black coat, leather suspenders crossed over his bare chest, and the seven-foot length of the Masamune held casually at his side.
His bright cyan, slit-pupiled eyes locked onto hers.
The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. Where Zack brought warmth and Genesis brought grandstanding, Sephiroth brought an absolute, grounding gravity.
"Your turn, Silver," Bianca murmured. Her voice softened, losing its sharp edge but keeping all of its playful mischief.
"Try it," Sephiroth replied. The corner of his lips twitched into a barely perceptible, dry smirk.
Bianca exploded into motion. She didn't use her corrupted spatial magic. This was purely physical. She closed the gap in a fraction of a second. Her shape was a blur against the dark rocks. She feinted left, planted her boot against a virtual crag, and launched herself directly at his chest.
Sephiroth didn't even draw Masamune. With fluid, terrifyingly precise grace, he side-stepped her initial strike, caught her right wrist in a steel grip, and pivoted.
But Bianca used his momentum against him. She spun in mid-air, wrapped her legs around his waist over his dark trousers, and drove her face directly into the juncture of his neck and shoulder just before his pauldron started.
She bit down deep through the tough, stiff, heavy leather collar. Her sharp fangs caught the muscle of his neck through his skin.
Sephiroth didn't flinch, didn't yell, and didn't drop her. He simply stood there, absorbing the impact, feeling the familiar, sharp sting of her teeth. Through the delicate, glowing Red Thread of Fate wrapped invisibly around their wrists, a wave of familiar, chaotic warmth surged between them: her playfulness, her lingering trauma, her stubborn refusal to be broken by the corporate walls outside this room.
He knew why she did it. It was a physical anchor. It was a visceral reminder that despite the experiments, the Shinra logos, and the rigid classifications, they were real. They were alive.
Slowly, effortlessly, Sephiroth reached up with his free hand. His leather-clad fingers gently caught her black hair right behind her white ribbon, cradling the back of her head.
"Satisfied?" Sephiroth asked softly. His dry, low voice carried through the private proximity link rather than the main comms.
Bianca released her bite, leaving a distinct, reddening mark on his neck. She looked up at him, as a cat-like, cheshire grin slowly spreading across her face.
"Nearly," she whispered.
Reaching down with fingers, Bianca hooked them beneath the leather SOLDIER suspenders crossed over his bare chest, pulled them taut, and let them snap back against his skin with a sharp CRACK: leather snapping against flesh.
"Hey!" Zack roared over the comms, cracking up with laughter. "She got Sephiroth! She actually got him!"
Sephiroth didn't even blink, though the subtle warmth in his cyan eyes deepened as he gently set Bianca back down on her feet.
"Training session complete," Angeal announced from the control room. The flip phone closed with a soft click as he aborted the simulation.
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