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[m-idknight-blog]

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     The shadows beneath his eyes tell of his sleep deprivation from the night prior. He had been up contemplating--extracting and reforming phrases of his recent orders. These orders were to be implemented on the day of the treaty signing, but he just couldn’t quite make sense of it. Some or most of the Crownsguard would be stationed outside of the Citadel?

                  Stance. Grip. Position. Draw back. Aim... 

                                                                Release !!              -- and m i s s.

     He curses beneath his breath. Shit. He’s shot a seven, which is two points too far from standards and expectations. The arrow is retrieved, and his bow is hung up for the day. And once the marshal is located, he does not hesitate to approach. 

          ❛ Marshal. ❜           His back is straightened and arms fall to his sides.            ❛ . . . Permission to speak and inquire, Sir? ❜

[calamitysshatteredson]

Cor.

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Standing back, watching over the legacy.

[calamitysshatteredson]

" Who taught you the sword? " He inquired, expecting a mentor's name or such. Sephiroth had indeed wielded an unusual blade, but there was experience with each swing Cor had laid eyes upon. It was common trait they both possessed. [ throws this at you ! ]

There was an undeniable fondness to his smile, no matter how subtle the expression, attention turned to his sheathed weapon.  “I had a small assortment of instructors, actually.  To start.  From various parts of the world, all considered to be experts.  Until I surpassed them.”  There was no hint of bragging in Sephiroth’s tone, or even really pride; it was a simple factual statement, the smile not faltering.

Then the expression turned the slightest bit, becoming a smirk.  “I suppose my lessons were then less from people and more from… virtual experience.  A system that was capable of honing and challenging everything I’d already learned.  Admittedly, that was safer in the long run, but still capable of being broken.“  He had wondered what destroyed VR chambers were labeled on expense reports.

Thoughts shifted somewhat abruptly.  “It still doesn’t fully prepare for… the real thing.”  The smile fell from his eyes altogether for a moment, the barest curve of his lips tight.  Not really the direction he’d wished to turn the conversation in, metaphorically reaching out to grasp something else.  Anything.  “And who might have instructed you, General?”  The tinge of humor coloring his voice was at least well-intentioned.

[astrayeus-archived]

Gemiya hasn’t forgotten about her biological parents. In fact, she missed them quite a bit in her childhood and would often cry herself to sleep when thinking on them. Like any kid would when losing their parents. (Or being witness to their cruel death.)

After that day for closure’s sake, when things settled down, she was taken back to see if anything could be salvaged for her. Everything was in a poor state, making it difficult to find anything worth taking along. She had been urged to find something. One thing. She found one after a bit of brushing through the debris. A lone puppy plush with bright green eyes and a hairband for a collar.

One memento from her parents was all she needed. She chose the one dusty plush from days she can never return to.