#eternityofvirtue

[the-lonely-soul]

"Come on, just hit me!"

"An interesting suggestion…but I have the feeling you will move out of the way just in time, like the little monkey that you are."

[the-lonely-soul]

"I am a duck"

"That is why you've been gone so long. You have lost your mind and think you are a duck. A shame really. Your thieving skills were amazing…almost."

[windsofadventure]

Hoping you come back online sometime. It was good rp'ing with you buddy!

dslkgjsdlkd I just saw this! Then again, I haven’t really been on much either. But I missed you!! And I really hope I can get back into RPing over here again dzflkgjdf

[the-lonely-soul]

☠

Misguided advice

"You should stop thievery."

[the-lonely-soul]

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[daretodreamthenfly]

Cid & Yuffie

Who cooks: No one, they both can’t cook. Instead they eat a lot of take-out or try to get Vincent to cook for them.

Who does the laundry and other chores: Somehow I imagine they both would forget about chores while they end up doing their own thing until it all just piles up. Argue, and then do the chores.

How many children do they have: Uuhhh, I have no idea. Somehow I would think Cid would want a son.

Who’s more dominate: They would probably “fight” for dominance, but I imagine Cid winning in the end.

Favorite nonsexual activity: Cid tinkering with something while Yuffie lazily throws things at him.

Their favorite place to be together: N/A

Any traditions: Tea. Lots and lots of tea.

Their “song”: N/A

What they do for each other on holidays: Same thing most normal people do. I can’t see either of them going insane over the holidays.

Where did they go for their honeymoon: Probably Golden Saucer or somewhere they both was far from the cold and not boring.

Where did they first meet: Cid yelled at Yuffie and co. and they wanted Cid’s Tiny Bronco.

Any pets: All of Yuffie’s cats and Cid’s cow.

What do they fight over: The dumbest shit one could imagine people would fight over.

Do they go on vacations, if so where: Probably Mideel or Golden Saucer.

[the-lonely-soul]

Dibs! ✰

-sends you tons of dibs as well-

[sunlethvanille]

Vanille,

      Happy Holidays. I bet you're tired after this year. I'm sorry I can't be home this Christmas. But I searched for something I could do for you while I'm gone, and found this. Take it to the train station downtown and they'll know what to do with it. It won't make up for my still being gone, but it'll be worth the trouble. I promise.

      Take care, relax and enjoy your winter. Pack a few warm clothes if you can. There should be a package waiting for you outside the door. Just a little extra from me. Miss you.

                                                                                                                      Fang

      Vanille wasn't sure how many times she'd read the letter over. Sitting on the mysteriously festive train the ticket enclosed had sent her on, she traced the letters of Fang's signature with the tip of her finger and hummed along to Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire. She'd been so transfixed by it, and by the necklace that she'd discovered upon opening the package - a crystal in the shape of a fang - that she hadn't even really noticed the lack of people in the train car with her. It wasn't until a half hour had passed that she bothered to take in her surroundings.

      Where is Fang sending me to? she thought curiously, placing the letter back in its envelope. What an extravagant train she was on! The holiday decorations were so detailed and beautiful, and only now had she noticed that she'd been on a seat of red velvet. Vanille suddenly felt worried. How much did this cost her? She didn't dwell on the thought long, however, for she became distracted when she accidentally caught a glimpse of the wintery wonderland through the train window.

      "Wow..."

      She scurried - tripping slightly - to the other side of the train and pressed herself against the icy glass. It was magnificent. Everything. The trees and grass were buried under snow. The sky was a greyish-blue, lit up by streams of Christmas lights in every corner she looked. And then, as though timed for just the right moment, the train music switched to Sleigh Ride, and being the cheesy lover that Vanille was, her heart did leaps at hearing it. It was always her favorite. Did Fang set this up too?

      The train began slowing as the song came to its end. The music was replaced by the sound of bells and the rush of a wintery breeze outside.

NOW ARRIVING IN FANELIA. FANELIA. PLEASE GATHER YOUR BELONGINGS AND MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE NEAREST EXIT.

      Vanille jumped at the loud voice, but proceeded to do as told. Fanelia, huh? She grabbed her tiny suitcase and the envelope, which she stuffed into her coat pocket as she waited near the door.

      As soon as it opened, she was met with an overwhelming gust of cold, snowy wind. "Fang wasn't kidding when she said to pack warm clothes!" she said out loud, shielding her eyes. It was gone as soon as it had come, thankfully, and she was able to safely depart.

      "Have a great vacation!" a voice from behind her cheerily called out. She recognized it as the boy who had taken her ticket when she'd boarded. Vanille smiled and turned around to thank him, but the train was already gone.

~

      The first thing Vanille stumbled into after walking for a few minutes in the wintery forest lit with holiday lights was a house. It was nothing short of gorgeous (and festive, which wasn't much of a surprise by now). There were lights on inside, and smoke was coming out of the chimney. At this point, Vanille was shivering from the cold, and feeling desperate for a place to warm her body she ran without a second thought towards the front door.

      Normally, Vanille would knock first, but her hand reached for the knob instinctively and before she knew it she was stumbled through the doorway and landing flat on the hard wood flooring. Flakes of snow fell from her coat and circled her on the ground. "Oops..." she groaned, making her way to standing up again. She looked around and fiddled with her necklace. Strangely, there was no one in the house - at least not yet. The fire was beckoning her towards it, and she would have raced to warm herself up as quickly as possible had she not noticed her name written on one of three papers on the wall in front of her. TOP LEVEL, it said, then: Oerba dia Vanille and Zidane Tribal; Room 202, followed and preceeded by 5 other sets of names.

      "Zidane Tribal?" she whispered, touching the name and tilting her head in curiosity. "Who could that be?"