#einnvaengr

[doomoftheliving]

      There were only so many things in the world that one could expect nine year olds to be suited for dealing with. Ninja training started young, so in Wutai, that happened to be one of them. The duties of a young princess started even younger, though this particular nine year old had absolutely refused following in those steps and would often kick and scream at the first sight of being dragged off to tea ceremony; this was acceptable, she had chosen her path. Having one's motherland overthrown in war and reduced to a puppet state of an Electric Power Company was unfortunately, not one of the things she was dealing well with at her age.

      Neither was the expectation her father had set forward for her to not cause trouble while their town was occupied with negotiations over having a Mako reactor set up on the mountain hosting the god Leviathan looming over the city. There were still ShinRa soldiers...and SOLDIERs on nearly every street corner, and it was getting to be a bit much for Yuffie Kisaragi.

      Which was why she was currently perched on the roof of one of the buildings near the entrance to the path leading to her father's home, hidden in the shadows of the fading afternoon sunlight, a large rock in hand and eyes trained on one of the processions of soldiers making their rounds through the city. One in particular caught her eye, of course--it was hard to miss him with the length of silver hair flowing longer than she'd seen on any person before. Eyes narrowing, she leaned back against the slat of the straw-hay roof, pulled her arm back, and hurled it as hard as her tiny arms could throw.

      Hardly the work of a successful revolt or underground rebellion. But the princess of Wutai had just thrown a sizable rock at General Sephiroth.

[summoners-path]

einnvaengr

[ 大召喚士 ]     Braska was never surprised to learn that the world he knew was only a part of what existed. He’d always felt that sort of thing was possible. Before his time as a summoner, he had always wanted to travel, to take in the people and places that Spira had to offer, to learn. He had never had that chance, however, not truthfully. His journey had been rushed to say the least and the people he had spoken with had treated him as a summoner, a lord, not a man. Still, his meeting of Jecht had proven that his feelings had been correct. The world was bigger than even Yevon knew and he found that to be both an exciting and terrifying thought.

The man before him now was most certainly someone from that beyond. He was not from Spira. That much was obvious. His mannerism, his dress... everything about him told Braska that he was foreign and the summoner’s curiosity overwhelmed him. He approached, slowly and with heavy steps so that the man would not be surprised by his guest. When he was finally within earshot, he tilted his head, pushing some of his weight into his staff and spoke.

          “Good afternoon.”, he commented with his typical kindness.                “Oh, forgive me... if I’m bothering you, I mean.                It’s just not often I come across other travelers on this road.”

[ignisxxfatuus]

idk what to say on anon bc i'd tell you whatever. you're very easy to talk to and ilu and your writing/personal take on Richter. this is weird to be on this account and not link but HEYYO.

x. out ; an honor to be visited by the SOLDIER himself, then. it’s really impressive how you capture such distinct voices y’know.

[wutaiiwanderlust-blog]

einnvaengr replied to your post:what did i wake up to tho

Get away from my corn business you wutai flea.

Excuse you sir, this is my corn. Get your own.

[zackoftrades]

einnvaengr

What would give you that idea?

The raven didn’t miss a beat. Instead, he only shrugged and turned around.    “Alrighty then.” With a stretch he looked back over his shoulder.

“You can still come over and marathon dumb movies if you want, though.”

[soullessxstrings]

                                  ❝ sephiroth ❞ 

                the  name  running  as a chill down his                 spine, chilling the air as it slipped from                 lips.  speaking as if a  warning  to back                                                            d o w n 

                         ( unwanted )

[personifiedsin]

Fingers steeple, rested on a leather-garbed knee. "Rather than simply destroying all life, why not collaborate? Being reborn on a new planet, where monstrosities do not exist and... where certain 'qualities' of life can be trained and...withheld."

         Silence.  He regards the leather-clad and silver-haired man, one whom shared the same glimmer of hatred for mankind, armed with a steel blade that had seen as many deaths as the summoner’s own hands.  An interesting proposal, not one he would so quickly dismiss. 

            ❝ I’m listening…” he replies, raising a skeptical brow.  What could possibly be better than simply eliminating them all?  For those in Spira did not even deserve to draw breath…