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[ploratioi-blog]

"Are you even listening to me?"

(Another day at the coffee shop...they expect me weekly now,) Phoenix smiled softly at that thought. He was getting better at getting out of the house, thanks to Ibuki and the various friends he had made over the months being here again. (...Can't wait to get another cup of coffee next week.)

Looking out of the window and stirring his coffee cup, Palla spoke in a soft tone to Phoenix. His "listening ears" weren't exactly tuned in, he was thinking about the drafts of Ibuki's song he had to edit and other things. The idea that he had to edit a "pop rock" song was already exhausting. He was just stressed out by thinking about it.

Him and the succubus often spent long hours at the coffee shop, talking about almost nothing. She invited him sometimes, he invited her sometimes. It wasn't anything romantic, sometimes the barista would wink if she saw him with the other, but he didn't see her that way. He was too busy with other things to find himself in a relationship. (Like...editing a rock star's drafts.) She was married, he had found out recently, anyways.

He was sent back to Earth when Palla said, "Are you even listening to me?" Turning his head to face the succubus he nodded with a small smile, and took a sip from his cup. (Ouch.) he thought as his taste buds burned from the sweltering heat of the coffee.

Trying to recall what the other was saying, he thought for a moment. There wasn't a lot they could talk about. He never opened up unless prompted or he had to figure out something to boost the conversation. Sometimes he would ask her about her child, they were both parents after all--it was nice to know how Palla treated her kid.

And then he remembered. (...Ah,) he opened his mouth to speak.

"...Where--where exactly do I find the ingredient, er. The ingredient...elf's tongue?" In a way the meal had sounded wonderful but the idea of the main substance being..."elf's tongue."

Standing up to refill his cup of coffee and to free his suit of wrinkles-- "...You know what? Maybe I'll just stick to chicken noodle soup."

[beautyfoundinoblivion-blog]

"Switcheroo!"

Akuma are those who have sold their souls to the Yozis, the fallen makers of Creation.  They are rebuilt from the ground up to serve their new lord.  Palla’s soul was given to The Ebon Dragon, the embodiment of treachery, deceit, and antagonism.Palla’s nature survived her transformation.  This is possibly part of some greater scheme of The Ebon Dragon’s, or he was just being an ass.  For now she serves the Yozis as an enforcer in Malfeas, but it’s possible that a station in Creation is in her future.

[cloudedblades]

☢ :Describe a thought or dream that would cause them to have a mental meltdown.

Certainly not going to do it with a though, maaaybe with a nightmare. It wouldn’t be the first time that Cloud’s had a nightmare about meteor successfully landing in Midgar… all of his friends slaughtered… Sephiroth ascendant into full godhood. 

But while these kinds of nightmares tend to wake Cloud up, drenched in sweat and shaking slightly with terror, the effects don’t last very long. in the end, they don’t have a lot of impact on them. Even if Sephiroth had his hands on the Black Materia - which he clearly doesn’t - there’s no Lifestream in Hive City for him to absorb. And that plot of Sephiroth’s is long over. No use dwelling on the bad side of things that could have happened, but didn’t.

[nick-the-courier-blog]

Palla: "Name's Nick and I'm the fastest delivery boy out there, I also have the most rotten of luck in romance and love. I just want to be happy but I have a psychopath going after me and did I mention that I have a rotten luck in romance?"

[nick-the-courier-blog]

"Switcheroo!"

Palla was kidnapped from her parents at a young age as part of the Dark Sun Initiative's plans to create a super-soldier. While most of the kidnapped children died from the tests performed on them, Palla survived along with Alice and had the operations performed. But Palla was found to be mentally unfit for the job, due to the mental link with Victoria Scarlet failing as she had already developed a second, darker personality from the torture. She was locked away in the tower until being rescued by Nick and company. The reformed Alice, working with Jennifer Winters, helped her re-assimilate into common life and make the most of the horrible experiences she'd gone through.

[cloudedblades]

Switcheroo Reversed [Mun: also I like the new colors it's really good]

I assume you wanted the Nightmare Realm to end up pretty much devoid of all life, right?

Granted, it’d take Cloud a long time, most likely; but he’d keep chopping away at monsters and criminals until they’re all gone, or he dies.

Of course, if he doesn’t have friends…

And nobody specific to protect…

And nothing truly worth fighting for…

Cloud just might not make it, in the end. He’ll take apart most of the Nightmare Realm and its cruel denizens, but if his resolve fails, he might very well end up dead. Even he can only fight for so long, can only go so far.

[nick-the-courier-blog]

Azig A’udteĝiba: The Evil One Meets A ‘Friend’ (Bad Ending)

(Alternate path from here.)

Before he knew it, Nick had taken off his own shirt. He was hungry to feel Jeremy’s body against his own, hearts beating rapidly…

Why did he feel so tired, suddenly?

He didn’t care, he needed this, he had suffered so much to get this far, he wasn’t going to back down now…

Why was Jeremy suddenly moving so fast, he was always patient before.

It had been so long, Jeremy might have run out of patience, yes that was it…

That had to be it, right?

…

…

…

Yes. That was the only explanation.

With that final thought, Nick silenced every shred of doubt in his mind. This was Jeremy, there was no doubt about it.

"O-of course... Jeremy... I'll do whatever you ask."

[mastersnowdrift]

The lessons closed for the day, Snowdrift began his walk home, the simple staff in hand. He passed a park on his way back, and seeing relatively little in the way of pedestrian traffic, began practicing his motions in a small open area where others would have to try and pass. The staff swung easily, whipping through the air to tap at low-hanging branches. Snow had fallen the night before and the boughs drooped into striking range. Snowdrift misjudged one such tap and provoked a cloud of white powder to coat him from head to tail.

Blinking once, Snowdrift caught the eye of a passing person and grunted. “Well…that didn’t turn out like I’d hoped…”

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