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Kairos was staring at him, how could she not be staring at him? It wasn't very often anymore that she was caught off guard by things, being aware of every timeline all at once all the time, but this??

"That is not...You're not supposed to..." She stammered over her words, eyes wide as she made a gesture with her hand towards him. "I've never seen this before, and that's saying something." Kairos choked as she almost feared for her own life for a moment. "You...really look like you might wanna kill someone though.." She added in a tiny whisper.

[phantasiiae]

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Everything is...weird. It's weird. Cloud never did agree with Aerith's decision to try and help Sephiroth come back to himself, whatever the fuck that meant, and now things are just so fucking weird.

It seems that they dance around each other more than anything now, neither of them wanting to admit that the bond they share is still there, despite a lack of feeling it. Cloud definitely doesn't want to admit that anything he may or may not feel for this fucking monster goes beyond surface level attraction. It feels like a betrayal, to himself, to all the people who have suffered at Sephiroth's hands, to everything.

And yet...

And yet, here they are, existing in the same room without completely throttling each other. The silence is deafening. Not being able to tell what Sephiroth is thinking puts him even more on edge than it should. So he scowls and crosses his arms before he just "What the hell do you even want? What's the point of all this?"

Well, it's...something, at least.

[evcryopeneye]

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The sound of metal screeching and people yelling seemed to fade into the background as Yuffie made her attempts to stay upright. “Shit!” The curse left her lips as she felt herself slide backwards. It occurred to her that falling to her death inside this shit hole was on brand for the day. She’d slept like shit last night, mostly anxiety and a boundless level of energy had kept her awake to the point she’d snuck out the hotel room and up onto the roof just so it didn’t feel like she was going to crawl out of her own skin. 

If she survived this she might have blamed her tiredness for being unable to stop what was coming, though, the falling metal hung in midair with her. Without thinking, the hook on her belt was flung, making contact with a piece of metal still attached to the walkway. Oh thank god. Success, for a moment, before she heard the rest of the walkway give way above her and start falling too. 

It did, however, give her enough deceleration to survive the fall, realising she might just make it, her body curled and tumbled through the air before landing on the ground. It was heavy, made her knee ache but she was alive. A good break to the days streak of bad luck. 

Above her, voices, ‘Yuffie, can you find a way up?’ Sounded like Tifa. “Yeah - I’ll meet you out front!” It wasn't going to be hard to find the stairs and make her way back up, she just didn’t trust the structural integrity. “Fuck Shinra.” A mumble to herself more than anything else. “Can’t even build anything properly anymore.” Their fault. Clearly this was their fault. 

With annoyance rattling through her, she pushed open the flimsy door to the stairwell and stared up it. Noting the less than great looking staircase. “They really don’t make ‘em like they used to.” Instead of risking it, she continued onwards, through the other and found herself in a dark hallway, a look up and down it, frankly it looked like any other shitty Shinra installation. So shitty in fact she was sure she heard a noise. A sigh left her. “I bet even the rats don’t want to be down here.” 

[amcryllis]

@hiislegacy sent ;; [Cloud - possibly puppet-ish?] ❛ this fear you feel? it won’t last. ❜

Quietly, carefully, Aerith examines the other with a calculated stare — gone are the youthful signs of mirth in the girl's face, replaced now with the knowing of someone far too experienced with suffering, with betrayal; she expects it. She prepares for it. And here, she prepared for there to be something with Cloud — something she couldn't put her finger on, but the lifestream curdled and shrunk in his presence and she knew, she knew, one day something would come.

It doesn't make it easier.

So Aerith takes the fear that he detected and shoves it deep down in her stomach where it rots and sits heavy on the soul; it weighs like bodies on tarp, and makes her feel sick, sick, sick to her very soul, something inside of her cracking and bending to better fit the shape.

"I'm not afraid of you, Cloud." Aerith keens sweetly, tilting her head to the side and smiling.

It was a lie.

[sweettifalockhart-archived]

Yet again, sleep evades her. No matter what the fighter does; every attempt of rest is futile. Her thoughts are loud, amplified by the silence of the night. Memories of the past; stained by that Monster's touch resurface, and no amount of convincing could get them to disappear. These memories seem... real --carved into her body and senses, just like that ghastly scar he left.

Curled up under her blanket, Tifa physically covers her ears. His voice pierces her thought and for a second she could smell the blood and feel the smoke in her lungs. Every swallow brings back that awful scratchy sensation of ash settling in her throat. But where memories should continue to form the tapestry of her past, nonsensical gaps linger, leaving questions unanswered...

Frustrated, Tifa tosses the blanket off her tired form. She buries her face in her pillow; hoping to cradle the ache beneath her eyes.

@hiislegacy | Sephiroth

[ivory-paragon]

"Intel found him. He's picking off our men left and right. Though there's something off... like, it's not normal." This trooper somehow knew Cloud, and talking to Heidegger made him feel as if he was betraying. Kunsel had a track record of knowing everyone within the ranks of ShinRa. Cloud was one of the many he kept his sights on. There was something about that country boy that felt he had a softer heart than the rest. 

Maybe he was wrong. 

No, can't be. 

 Heidegger thanked him for his insight and left him to ponder if what he did was the right thing. 

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"There he is," Heidegger's voice boomed from behind the President's desk. A girthy finger pointing to the screen in the far corner. Sure enough, it revealed the man of the hour and his bloodthirsty description. While some of the SOLDIERs deployed hindered him, it was obvious that he had a vendetta of sorts. 

"I don't see AVALANCHE anywhere with him. Didn't they team up?" Rufus asked, not bothering to shift his sights away from the monitor.  "It seems he went AWOL or this is some sort of ploy."  "I don't think they are intelligent enough for this... He's alone with no foresight. What is the goal here?" Rufus muses, shifting to rest his hand on the side of his face. A move he often displays when in a conundrum.  "What do you expect from vermin such as these?" "We can't let him continue to take out our men. Our army is vast but not when the more skilled are bedridden." 

Heidegger did not like the turn of the conversation. After all, these were his men who reflected how well he was doing at his job.  "We'll capture him. He's alone. We have the upper advantage." A nod was given by Rufus, if this was a ploy then they would show their cards soon enough. 

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[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

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@hiislegacy asked: [Cloud to Vincent] ❛ fucking hit me already. ❜

He had only been present to witness it a few times since deciding to join this crew. But he was not blind. He saw what the others saw; the shift in Cloud's energy, the aggression burning forward, the unhinged draw in his movements and his gaze. He understood some of the reasons why, but perhaps he was the only one willing to take action.

Cloud hadn't fallen into full aggression, but there had been enough of a burst, this time aimed unnecessarily at Cait Sith before Cloud had marched off, and so Vincent took it upon himself to march after Cloud.

And had had to avoid a few attempts of attacks to shake him, but he moved and turned to avoid the slashes of that dangerous blade before shoving the half out of it Cloud to the side. All this without a word, as of yet. Until Cloud said those words.

Vincent narrowed his gaze, and then suddenly he fired off a few shots at Cloud's sword to shift it's weight downward, before surging forward. But he didn't hit him--he shoved him back against the nearest wall, keeping his gauntleted forearm pressed against the bloods chest and shoulders. He was standing very close, staring him down.

"Do you think having one of us beat you will stay whatever monster you're holding inside?" he questioned, knowing the feeling all too well. The emotions that could lead to the loss of control, to provoke more twisted forces to take hold of the carcass left behind. The sources were different, and yet the man he saw before him was far too...familiar. "Or do you want someone elses hands to carve away your shame and guilt? If you want to fight, I will fight you...but I will not punish you for the monsters force upon you."

[mezzomorendo]

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Zack plops food in front of Cloud with a determined look. He wasn't letting Cloud leave without getting something in his belly.

And he was willing to fight him on this.

"It's not spicy. It's easy on the stomach. It's just broth and noodles. Now eat."