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adreamofahero replied to your post:Picks up Ichigo and throws him over his shoulder....

“No it’s really not! I refuse to let you be treated like trash after all you’ve done for these fuckfaces!”

“Zack, they’re my friends, be nice! Besides, they’re not treating me like trash, they just need my protection.”

[phantomyre]

2. On OCs.

In the past, I thought they were not worth my time as there were many very poorly created Original Characters. However, there came a time when I attempted to create my own for the heck of it, and I found it a challenge to form a plausible character. And, I’ve also met a few who have created very well rounded characters. Some, as a matter of fact, have shown they were so well formed that I didn’t realize they were only OC’s. Since then, I respect those who choose to make OC’s, and I applaud them even more if they can make one that they can animate with creativity. And if you think about it, every character was once an original. Think about it.

[stardust-hybrid]

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Looking at the young Second in front of him, Sephiroth realized something very important. He needed to learn to say no to his friends. Assuming he survived looking after Angeal’s protege for ‘just a bit, to teach him a thing or two.’ As if Sephiroth had ever taught anyone anything. 

“Alright Zack,” he said, having committed the name to memory from his personnel file last evening, “I’m too busy to train you in the VR suite like you usually do with Angeal, so instead you’ll be accompanying me on a short mission.”

[phantomyre]

adreamofahero replied to your post “Strikes a pose in here.”

"Never! But I do look good don't I~?"

“That would depend on what you’d look good for.”

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“Second date? You stood me up and was flirting with the waitress, the bartender, the guy sitting behind me, the guy sitting behind you, the guy outside the window, and some chick getting on the train! I would have more of a chance at getting Tseng’s attention than yours.”

Ichigo was sour about the entire night and he’d tried to wait it out to see if it got better but he was hoping it’d go somewhere. He sneered and threw the cup in the trash, leaning up to Zack and licking a bit of the milkshake off his cheek. “Hmph. Figures, it tastes better on you than it did in the cup. Unfair, Fair.”

[withoutanumber]

sold my soul to a three piece

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In fairytales, a hero was strong and mighty, with charisma and virtue and boldness. They always saved the day, were universally loved by those around them, and relentlessly pursued the villains in their determination to save the world from plunging into despair at the villain's hands. There were variations to the story, of course -- a dark or reluctant hero, maybe, or one who did not have the support of the people he served.  But they were always a fundamentally good person, and they always saved the day.

        Heroism, of course, worked differently in real life, but the situation that Cloud Strife found himself born into was very much unlike anything how real life ought to have worked.  Oftentimes since he had found out about his strange birthright, he had felt like he belonged in a fairytale.

        God -- or whoever was out there -- had a sense of humor, it seemed. Cloud was destined to be a hero.  Instead, he was a trembling, skinny idiot with a gun tucked into the back of his pants that he did not know how to use, and a ping on an internal radar giving him the location of the person he had been born to save the world from.

                He was going to die.

        He had understood that before, when Barret had given him the gun.  ( Self defense, he had said.  We know he's in th' city, an' he might come after you before you're ready.  Be prepared. ) He had understood there was no way he was going to come out of this encounter alive -- not even his own back up believed in him, after all.  And, why would they?  He was a stockroom worker in a grocery store who dropped out of high school and drank too much.  Not much of a hero in any story.

        He would die, should the reincarnated demon king stumble across him now. He knew that.  And he accepted that.  That was why he was seeking him out now.  Put an end to this madness.  The fate of the world until the hero and villain were reborn rested on his shoulders -- that was why he brought the gun with him, in case there was an actual chance of this happening.  But he wasn't betting on that.

                ( How was he supposed to kill anyone, much less someone he had never even met? )

        In fact, he hadn't bothered renewing the lease on his shit hole apartment, and he'd given away his cat, and he had donated most of his meager savings ( all of $200 ) to a charity.  He hadn't quit his job, but only because he didn't mind the idea of fucking them over when he didn't show up for his next shift on account of being dead.

        He could tell where the demon king incarnate was, vaguely, from some sort of internal radar he didn't quite understand.  It had always been sort of a hazy kind of presence, but the older he got, the more pronounced it had become.  And when Vincent had told him exactly who he was and why his life was as shitty as it was, he had also explained this phenomenon.  The hero and the demon king were cursed to always be vaguely aware of each other's locations.  That was why the gun was necessary.

                That was why Cloud knew where to go when he decided to put an end to this idiocy.

                Let the world fall into despair for however many years.  It wouldn't be the first time the hero fell, after all.

        This version of the demon king, it turned out, did not keep very nice digs.  Cloud wasn't unfamiliar with this end of town, though he didn't spend a good deal of time out here.   It was not a very nice area, and he passed more than one street worker and drug dealer as he wandered further and further into the city.  He didn't worry too much about safety -- even though it was the demon king who had to kill him to fulfill his role, Cloud's latent powers generally kept anything mortal from befalling him.  There weren't many people who believed unsolicited murder of random people was the right thing to do, after all.

                ( That power didn't always work the way it ought, but he had survived this far anyway. )

        He was getting close, though; he could feel it. That meant the demon could also feel him, but that was fine.  Maybe his influence would gain him mercy.  Maybe his death would be quick.  If the demon king had any brain in his head, he would realize drawing things out may not end well for him, and that was the best that he could hope for.

        He slid the gun out from under his jacket into trembling hands before peering around that final corner.  This was it.  This was where his life ended.

                        There was nobody there.

        It was a dead end, and he could feel the demon lord nearby, but he couldn't see anybody. Just some piled up trash bags, a few knocked over trash cans, and a dumpster with its lid open.  That meant he was hiding somewhere, but --

        Cloud glanced around, his breaths coming in short, nervous pants.  His hands were shaking so badly that he wasn't even going to be able to aim the gun.  He might have been accepting of death, but that didn't meant he wasn't fucking terrified of dying.

[meteor-shots]

having a zack muse around other people who also have zack muses be like