#fickletart

[ivory-paragon]

x | @tsengofshinra

“There’s a thorn in my side. Embedded deep and is a constant reminder of things I need to rid of in my life. I thought I could ignore it but like all wounds left unattended it shreds deeper.” A sigh and a closing of his eyes before he presses on. “She worked at being a mail carrier here for awhile, she has loose ties with others but nothing grounded. I don’t believe anyone will miss her if she suddenly vanished.” He lifts his eyes to examine him again, satisfied with his stalwart expression paired with his serious tone. “Her name is Persephone Shay.”

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[ivory-paragon]

"D'ya only prefer virgins 'cause yer bad at fuckin'?"

“I only prefer virgins because, like you, they could have had a kid by now and abandoned it for selfish reasons. Then carry on fornicating and spreading their disease.” 

[livelyfellow]

@fickletart​ // "You mumble in your sleep."

This outpost -- he couldn’t remember the name of it, but they offered cots to those who were tired. It would be several hours before any chance of moving out so Zell took his opportunites where he could to recharge. Trouble is, with an outpost at max capacity, Zell was stuck snoozing out in the communal area nearest to the trucks. With what sleep he managed, it’s no surprise that he would start chattering away at every passing voice in that place. 

He was hoping for at least a full three hour nap but a familiar voice entirely too close to his ears prompted blue eyes to snap open to greet Persephone.

“Seph--” He brings a hand up to rub away the sleep from his bloodshot eyes, “I didn’t say nothin’ too crazy, did I--?”

[ivory-paragon]

"I thought about what you said, last summer, you told me I needed to prove I'd be a worthy asset to you." As much as her dream was to get mechs manufactured and get the synthetic materia back in operation, there was other responsibilities she had to take. "I also work in prosthesis. You want Shinra to win back the public trust? I have a solution."

It wasn’t so much that he didn’t believe her, it all had to do with the ‘taking orders without added words in rebuttal’. She had quite the mouth on her and wasn’t afraid to voice her opinion directly at him. Though his ‘no’ was usually final, she kept a good pace at trying to convince him otherwise. 

Had it been that long since they last broached this subject? “I’m listening. Just like most entrepreneurs that grace my office, your plan better be strong enough to hold up my judgment.” His hands folded on top of his desk while a perk of a brow registered on his expression. 

“Proceed.” 

[ofgeneticperfection]

Isrieal had been away from Midgar for quite some time after the destruction and the pestilence that had arisen in its air, Geostigma. After she recovered from her own case of it and heard that it was fading from the land she had her thoughts about heading back to see what she could do, if she could salvage those old labs and create something new. Was Rufus still there? Would ShinRa be renovated? These were the thoughts that resided in her mind as she tried to unravel the next path of her life.

In the meantime she had caught wind of someone skilled with weaponry and mech. In desperate need for upgrades she headed towards the location that ‘Shay Tech’ was known to run out of for now. A small business at the moment but it was better than nothing and if the rumors were true another great mind was something that she could use as well. 

She only sought out the best and perhaps she could convince the best to help her rebuild ShinRa into something better than it ever had been. Like a Phoenix from the ashes. She’d only know how promising this woman was if she sought her out for herself. She pauses at the door of the small building, still unsure, but she presses the doorbell to alert of her presence and waits. 

Would she even open the door for someone as strange as her? Human in nature but that white hair piercing eyes could speak otherwise. Along with those sharp, defined features that couldn’t seem to be placed into any known ethnicity. She just felt off as well to any who stood near. She may mostly look normal and hold that beauty about her but something just wasn’t quite right.

The hybrid folds her arms across her chest and glances off to the side. She was never one to give up easily and she’d handle the situation however it presented itself to her. She wasn’t going to let a possible great connection slip away. If there was one thing about her was that if she wanted something, she always got it.

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[ivory-paragon]

"So, it's kind of embarrassin' to ask at this point," One foot began tapping at the floor, stalling, something. "Do you want to partner with me? I'd love to have certain things... manufactured. An'.. you'd get a new Weapons Dev."

“You’d love to have things manufactured…” The greed in her words was already dripping. They had a history of bickering back and forth—most of the time he escorted her out of his office by means of force. Everything he spoke to her about was met with a handful of skeptical thoughts.

“If you think you can be an asset to the company, I’ll consider it. Until then you’ll need to present me with a detailed campaign on how you’ll benefit me. I am not one to throw money at pipe dreams—this included.”

[ivory-paragon]

"We're funding shit like.. Mech suits that accept synthetic materia. But guns are still in."

Yikes.

“The Weapons Department was already keen on their hand in making robotics that was admirable in size. Mech Suits.. I suppose if another bout of WEAPONS ever awakens…”

One thing that he’ll never forget seeing. Diamonds attacks were forever burned into the retina of his eyes.  

[ivory-paragon]

"Get your mind out of the gutter. Relax. I'm a part of that new thing. The weapons program." A foot taps lightly on the ground. "I was wonderin' if you liked big things."

“Pardon does not automatically mean my mind was in the gutter.” A quick snap back. “That all depends on where the weapon is being used. When I’m out in public I prefer my weapons to be discreet.” Which was the reason why he kept a pistol up his sleeve. When he felt his longer range was needed his other weapon had the ability to be compacted—it was cutting edge technology that was specially made for him.