#animusinspire

[visionsofecho]

@animus-inspire​​ || Liked for a starter with Jumin Han (FFVII Verse)!

Headcanons for the verse:

C&R International is a conglomerate company founded by Chairman Han during an unknown time. Jumin Han's father, Chairman Han, is the current chairman of the company, and if anything were to happen to him, Jumin would take over. C&R is a large and successful company which is preoccupied in many different departments such as fashion, banks, pharmaceuticals, and etc. Tthe company mainly focuses on exports and has no interest in competing with local small businesses.

Though the company is mainly based in an unnamed flourishing town in the Mideel region, the quickly rising power of Shinra Electric Power Company has inevitably caught the interest of Jumin’s father. Interested in claiming a foothold as a stakeholder of ShinRa, Jumin travels to the expanding city of Midgar, wanting to see for himself what these “mako reactors” can do and their potential for the whole world.

Despite his father’s eagerness, Jumin is still a little skeptical about the whole thing. Can Reeve Tuesti, the original creator of mako reactors’ design and concept, convince him to become an essential investor?

εγλ 0000, October. 

[Midgar is a city floating approximately 50 meters in the air, linked to the ground by train and highway transit. We utilize a total of eight mako reactors, sequentially numbered starting with the #1 northern reactor, to supply electricity to the city.

Construction continues smoothly; Shinra Company Headquarters and Sector 4 are the last on the schedule to be completed. The headquarters interior in Sector 0 is complete and already in operation. The exterior is slated for completion in two years, while the surrounding city will be finished in seven years.

Reeve Tuesti, Director of City Planning]

As his eyes scanned with meticulous care through the contents of the email, the young corporate heir thought the content could be considered impressive. To a degree, a little too impressive, even.

To think it came from someone just barely one year his senior had him intrigued. Hard to believe he was reading about the project started by a simple architect. It appeared the quick promotion of Reeve Tuesti in the company was well deserved.

Shutting down his portable device, gray eyes spaced out of the window from where he sat in the back of the helicopter that had been sent for him personally all the way back in Mideel.

Below the floating aircraft, the young, but steadily growing size of Midgar City had already reached a size far exceeding that of the one Jumin himself came from, already become the biggest urban center of the Planet.

A thing of marvel, considering how fast it had reached this magnitude. Though there was something about that fact that also unsettled him. Growing fast didn’t necessarily implicate a positive endeavor. Tumors also grew fast, for instance.

Clearing his throat, he adjusted the knot of his tie at the base of the neck. The pilot on the front used a hand signal to inform him landing procedures would begin soon. The helicopter began its descent towards the rooftop of the tallest building in the city, at its very center.

Jumin would heed his father’s wishes. This was not a time to let politics do the talking. He was here to appraise ShinRa’s potential, and how supporting it with investments could mutually benefit its advancement as well as that of C&R. They both knew that soon, they’d be surpassed and unable to appeal the President. The ‘mako’ revolution would not be stopped.

Dark messy bangs were swatted by the wild winds of the helicopter’s slowing blades, when the door was opened for him to be invited off the vehicle. Touching solid ground under his leather shoes was a welcome sensation.

[stingslikeabee]

"reminds me of you" <3

things that remind me of your muse . accepting

A single light on in a dark large room shining brightly over papers, documents and a computer during late work nights; the soft feeling of cat fur against your fingertips; the murmur of machines whirring and coming alive; a comfortable warmth like the one from a small hearth; the coziness of arriving back home and feeling safe.

[rcsetorn]

How does your muse feel about the state of the world? Could it be better? Could it be worse? || How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning? || How does your muse handle their emotions? Do they bottle them up or pour them out as soon as they start to feel?

How does your muse feel about the state of the world? Could it be better? Could it be worse?

Before the events of IX, everything was good.  And if she were honest, Beatrix was more interested in a war brewing than she’d care to admit.  What’s the purpose of a war general with no war?  Battle enticed her.

However, everything fell apart once Alexandria came under fire.  Burmecia lay in ruins, Cleyra was wiped from the map, and Lindblum was rebuilding as well.  In her mindset, it’s her fault and could have been avoided had she not been so blind. There’s no forgiveness.  Beatrix’s left to move forward and atone where she can.

Technically she has Steiner for support, yet I don’t default ship them.  It’s not a pairing I’m 100% for, but I understand why it worked so well and would like to explore it more some day.  He plays a huge role in lightening her burdens and without anyone else to open up to or stop her from leaving Alexandria, Beatrix’s guilt would have continued to weigh her down and hold her back.  (more on reasons why on the emotions bit below)  

How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning?

She is the law~

Criminals must be apprehended and punished accordingly.  And as general, she’s carried out many deaths deemed accordingly by her own judgement.  ...however, Beatrix is willingly to forgive misconducts should the individual turned their life around for the better or shown themselves a beneficial role in society- or when there are greater concerns at the time.  Her decisions are generally well respected, and if not, no one attempts opposing her.

In game, while not stated, Beatrix would have momentarily been wanted for treason the moment she turned her blade back on Queen Brahne only after she was made aware of the failure in the oath she swore when knighted.  That said, Beatrix would only break the law if it was for the benefit of her kingdom’s wellbeing and against what she’s sworn to protect.

How does your muse handle their emotions? Do they bottle them up or pour them out as soon as they start to feel?

Outwardly, Beatrix is stoic.  She’s called cold and merciless numerous times that those outside the kingdom see her as just that.  However, there are few people that can deduce how much she truly cares.  Emotions do bottle up, and expressing them to another is foreign, a weakness in her eyes and unbecoming of one that’s in her position  Most of the time she reflects in solitude by the water, yet never truly expressing the worries or fears.  Anyone bravely questioning the general is brushed aside and their questions downplayed for what Beatrix believes “is actually important", or rather anything not concerning herself.

 After all, he did place an entire kingdom before herself, going as far as to see it restored before the attempting to relinquish her status and leave in secret.

Once she reaches her breaking point, Beatrix will give herself over to comfort of someone she trusts.  Once they have approach her.  And only when they’re alone.

[holyguardian]

💗 // I remembered~! Thank you for indulging me <3

MEME → 💗 to kiss my muse tenderly without explanation

@animus-inspire

The time with Reeve had been something special, bumping arms with him as they conversed over a drink — or few. He held most of the cards because he knew quite a lot more about her than she did of him though it wasn't something he held over her, he just... knew things. Like how her drink order after trying something obscenely sweet and fruity changed to a predictable lemon drop martini.

"Hope you have a spatula in your coat, you're going to be scraping me off the floor getting me another drink." Aerith's mouth dropped open with mock offense when his hand lingered with the offered cocktail and pulled it back, no longer an offer it was instead placed next to his own glass as a back-up. "Wow! Buy a spatula!" she laughed, giving his shoulder a playful shove. Her mouth opened that time in genuine surprise when she almost knocked him into said drinks.

Her laughter bubbled up immediately and she wiped away mirthful tears at the look on Reeve's face. At least there were some things that were still a surprise to him, like the soft-looking flower girl being so strong with her pushes. "I'm sorry." she apologised as she moved to straighten out his coat. When she looked up at him properly the space was closed so quickly her mind didn't quite catch up at first. So suddenly Reeve dipped to capture her lips with a gentle kiss, barely locking lips before he was pulling away again wide-eyed.

Aerith's fingers very gently pressed to make him take a step back, though she smiled as she brought one of her hands up to touch over her lips. That had been unexpected. A surprise for them both, it seemed, given how flustered the man looked. "Coffee?" she quickly blurted. "That is... tomorrow morning, late tomorrow morning... would you want to get a coffee with me?"

[oftuesti]

sprinkling fun~

Send “sprinkling fun” for our muses to play in a sprinkler.

It wasn't often that Cait was able to be out and about and do normal human things, and even less when it included Reeve. The fact was, he didn't even know what a sprinkler actually was experience was, but from what Reeve told him, so to see the other worked on it, put him a bit on edge. Even more so when it seemed to be pointing at him.

Stepping back, the cat quickly raises his hands and waves them quickly. "Careful where you point that thing old boy, before you start to, GYAAAH!" Getting hit by water, he covers his face before it was done passing back before stomping his feet back and forth, tail upright and frizzled, hands straight down in anger. "Bloody hell! Brrr, I know I am waterproof to a level but blimey, was that necessary?!" Seeing the sprinkler come back, however, he jumps back before running away and stops to quickly turns to watch it come down on his side before taking a few feet back. He wasn't unedged, not at all, that was your imagination! With that, he shakes himself off. Okay, maybe he needed some time to get used to such a small and simple machine, but he STILL wasn't slightly intimidated!

[cultivatxr]

@animus-inspire​

Let it never be said, that one Miss Aerith Gainsborough, was anything short of persistent. What had started as an idea forged on the back of so much tragedy, had spawned into something far greater. A nagging and all consuming dream of sorts to see Midgar shirk off it’s steel shackles and embrace a cleaner, greener dawn. Even to this day, she’s not quite sure how Reeve has managed to endure her rambles for so long, those passionate little tirades about the good of the planet and the benefit to its citizens, forever growing more frequent week by week. It’s those same tirades that have brought them there now, far from the city they both call home and out into the thriving heart of Mideel, at a flower expo no less, to seek a more tangible depiction of the world she so desperately wanted to create. 

Like a child in a candy store, her enthusiasm knows no bounds, the spring in her step all too infectious as she dragged her companion along by the hand, eagerly lured in by bright and vibrant displays of blooms she had scarcely read about, let alone seen in person.  ❝What about these?❞ She asks offhandedly, although it’s always a rhetorical question, her smile proof enough of her own thoughts even without Reeve’s validation. Yet still despite this, she values his input, just as she values his commitment to the WRO’s ethos and everything it has the potential to become. 

With a slight pivot on the spot, at last she relinquishes her hold, freedom once again returned to the bearded captive she has so diligently roped into her own floral endeavour.  ❝I mean it, what do you think? Too flashy? Too expensive? I want something hardy, something that’s going to last - but that still feels…natural. ❞

[hydraulics-are-sexy]

@animus-inspire

These things did not slip by his notice, it was pretty hard not to see in fact, especially given his own proclivities. Shalua, like himself, did not spend too much attention on frivolous things. There were other things she would instead be intently focussed upon, such as her work at the W.R.O. Or her reason to live.

However he had noticed her wearing new heels on more than a few occasions.

Of course, many a time she would be happy tinkering away in flats, sometimes with her laces absently dangling loose of their knotting. But when she wanted to, she flipped the switch and went complete bombshell in those strappy heels. Sometimes even when it was hardly the most sensible option.

Oh yes, Reeve noticed each and every time.

His every instinct was to gift her something useful; specialist upgrading to her tools for her bioengineering, a new computer station or perhaps more conversation time developed with Jils. Heck, a random monster cub to add to her waifs and strays was more like what was to be expected of the terribly practical and allegedly unromantic man. Reeve didn’t even do Valentine’s Day.

And yet here he was, hovering in the doorway to her lab with a wrapped package containing a pair of large-sized, but still extremely feminine and seductive, heels. Practically ready to turn on his own and back out of this momentary lapse in apparent sanity. Though that little voice continues to chimes out in his head.

Och but the lassie doesnae do much for herself… tis the least ye can do…

She looks at the box with light bewilderment, eye seeking curiously upwards like a confused puppy. “For me? Why?” Remembering dates was never a forte for this one. The last she’d seen sunlight was two days ago too.

[kingofthecats]

@ask-reeve-tuesti / @animus-inspire​

The mission had been a complete and utter failure.

Upon Reeve’s orders, Cait Sith had secretly scaled-down the high tower of Shinra HQ and made his way to the Sector 7 plate support strut via the ceiling maintenance access routes (routes both he and Reeve knew like the back of their hands). His tiny leather boot covered feet hit the ground running as he leapt from platform to rickety platform, opening security doors with a swipe of Reeve's keycard, and shooting down the hundreds of ladders in great successsion as he navigate the maze of floating metal islands. His tiny robotic body did not suffer from any lingering side effects of fatigue, exhaustion, or even the need to stop and catch his breath breath

Hurry. Hurry. Almost there. Hurry.

What Reeve was suggesting was suicide. In order to stop the detonation, Cait Sith would either have to be stealthy and sabotage the countdown before the Turks could enter the passcode, or he would have to physically engage them in combat and come out on top. The feline still remembered his brief time assisting the suited men in their search for the support materia many years ago, so there would be no chance of them not recognizing his adorable furry face or the man behind the face. Once they reported back to Tseng he would know instantly who was "operating" the doll and Reeve would be arrested for treason against the President, his career officially over.

And Cait Sith dismantled for spare parts.

What they were doing was daft, and yet both of them accepted the consequences without question. There was no time left for plans or elaborate scheming, they needed to act now! So Cait Sith sprinted across the walkways of the giant sun lamps, only a couple of miles away from entering the next Sector and reaching the correct support beam. Only to stumble midstride as a mighty earthquake shook the platform, and the world below him erupted with hellfire.

Too late.

The Turks had already initiated the countdown and by the time Cait Sith arrived on the scene he had a front-row seat to the chaos unfolding below him as the explosives went set off and the upper plate flexed, toppling over under its own weight and raining destruction down on the slums.

"No!" he punched the ground with his gloved fist, his rage echoing through their shared mental bond as Reeve no doubt saw the entire thing up close through Cait Sith's eyes. “I’m sorry, Reeve” he mourned, triangle ears drooping solemnly by his head. "We didn't make it in time."