#jen-ova

[ivory-paragon]

"Are you ready to play the part again, Rufus?"

“I was designed for the role that I lead. There is no ready. I am simply MADE for it.”

[princecaelum]

There was, indeed, a noticeable disturbance on this floor of the castle, the golden textures on the walls looked melted, even the decor was moving only slightly with each step being made. The lights were dimmed throughout the hall, each door open all the way. Silence filled each end of the hallway. A simple clear figure quickly shifted from one room to the next as a distraction to bring the stranger closer; Jenova watched them approach into the room, and hung upside down behind him, smiling wide

It wasn’t often that Noctis traveled to Insomnia to see the ruins it had been left in, though he knew that one day it would be rebuilt and people would be able to live in peace once more. It was simply disheartening to see the once bustling city now quiet and devoid of so many people. Inside the castle, things were noticeably wrong. The walls appeared to be melted and it felt like the decorations itself were watching him with every step he took. There was something going on within the walls of the castle, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Caution was obvious with each step Noctis took. Boots thudded as quietly as possible against the hard flooring while he made his way through the hallways. The silence was nearly deafening. A movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention, his sword appearing in his hand and his grip tightening around the hilt.

“Who’s there?” Noctis called out before beginning to follow in the direction he’d seen the figure move. “Show yourself!” He further demanded. Every single door was left open in the hallway. Perhaps this was a trap? He couldn’t be too sure, but he had his sword at the ready for whoever showed. He’d been fairly sure he’d seen the shadow move into the doorway near the middle of the hall, which he promptly proceeded through.

It was...empty? Dust had settled on the shelves and windowsills of the room, the windows no longer crystal clear and the room itself no longer smelling freshly cleaned. There was nobody here. Just memories of his past. That’s what he came to believe until he turned around, coming face to face with someone hanging upside down. Noctis immediately jumped back, fully prepared to attack if he felt threatened. “What the hell?!” He began, brow furrowing to convey his confusion. “Who or what are you?

[imnevergonnagiveyouup]

Watches this familiar figure upon the rooftops, eventually crawling down behind him very quietly, street lights flickering to her very presence. The closer she got the more noticeable the flickering became. Soon enough she was right behind him, her tall figure stretching like a second shadow, her eyes wildly crazed with wonder of what would actually happen if he spotted her, the unnecessary excitement causing her to lightly let out a chuckle, but just as she appeared, did she also vanish...

@jen-ova

   Arriving early than previously anticipated usually includes chores Cloud has to do, general tasks, such as washing dishes and things of that like. His deliveries in the past couple of days have gone on without a hitch and of that he’s ever grateful because that means that he gets to return home a lot earlier than anticipated. Equates to a small and pleasant surprise, time and time again simply proving to him that it’s the small things that tend to stand out the most for him. A simple man through and through. The prime hours of the 7th Heaven are quite the eventful ones, busy and rowdy, loud and disorganized—what drives him to a brink isn’t the disorganization, but how loud the customers could get and what antics they come up with all under the regime of the alcohol. So Cloud is grateful prime time in Tifa’s bar is only a couple of hours, tends to be till late at night, and then the closing. When around, such as now, he helps up with the cleaning, the picking up, and makes sure customers don’t remain far too long in the bar than they should. “I got it.” He says to Tifa as he swings the black bag of trash over his shoulder to dispose of it on the bin outside. “I got the small stuff, you should try to rest.” He adds that on as he heads over to the door, before making it outside he’s keen enough to catch her saying thank you to him for his assistance and to that he responds with a nod before the door closes behind him.

   Nights in Edge are as gloom as one can imagine them to be. The remains of a once thriving city only a couple of miles away from them, from that destruction all of this got built, what shouldn’t be gloom about that? It’s a glass is half-empty way to look at things, but just like it’s half-empty it’s also half-full. From destruction and a consequence well earned they still chose to grow and build off from what had been destroyed; if for the sake of an individual on their own or the masses it didn’t matter, because that the work got done it got done. What stands out the most about this place at all is at night, the sky itself and the stars that shatter the dusk with their light. Sometimes Cloud catches himself gazing at them, but he finds himself too exhausted to stand around and do that when there’s a bed awaiting for him inside. He tosses the trash bag into the bin and closes the top shut after doing so. With the completion of such simple task he turns around to head back inside, but from the corner of his eye catches a few lights near his approximate location begin to flicker at the same time, triggered by some unknown event to him. “…?” And suddenly he’s overwhelmed with an uneasy feeling, emotions he can’t quite define shaking this peace that is now flowing away from him. Cloud takes a couple of steps forward, looks over the empty and dark street in which the lights seem to refuse their flickering. For some reason he can’t shake off the feeling of something looming near, something that he’ll probably not very well received if he goes about what his gut is feeling and just how bad it sinks just a moment after when he gets an eye-full of a towering shadow behind him.

   Usual blue eyes flicker into green, his field of vision hyper focusing on what’s before it and he has to fight to keep control of the reigns of his mind before the noise becomes louder and it zones him out of the rest of the world to the point where even he’ll have a hard time recognizing what was going on and himself. He attempts to turn, in complete alert and full awareness of there being some sort of entity behind him, but even such a simple action proves to be a hassle. Overpowered by a familiar force, stung by a sharp and excruciating pain that sends him down on one knee and disorients him completely to the point where his vision’s hyper focus becomes spotty, overwhelmed by what can be declared as flashing lights. All of this is in the span of a couple of seconds only and his agency slowly returns back to where it belongs and that’s with him. Green eyes shift back into mako blue and only then does he have enough strengths to look up and see what might be awaiting him. There’s nothing there, or maybe there was and it’s gone now. This couldn’t have been a Geostigma attack, he’s cured of such a plague, so perhaps he already has a good idea of what all of that was..he’s simply not set yet with facing it. Not right now. What does he have to do to earn himself peace? An undeserving  time period of peace..

[imnevergonnagiveyouup]

"Are You Ready.... Puppet?"

@jen-ova

   “..Yes, mother.” Beyond the reach of his own mind and that beyond everybody else’s, Cloud suddenly speaks up and responds to nobody. An entity that isn’t actually there. A voice that’s arguably only in his head, property that only belongs to him.

[ivory-paragon]

"So, what are your future plans for the company?"

“The simple answer to that is torebuild.” As anyone would expect a ShinRa to respond with. “I'msure you want some grand master plan.” There was a shrug of hisshoulders then after. “What fun is it to go over the blueprintswhen you can sit back and see it all unfold with the twists and turnsof tragedy sprinkled in?” A sprawling gesture of his hands.

“The people need substance to grow asany fertile soil gives. I plan to give them that groundwork so theycould flourish with all their potential. I intend to feed the worldand they will eat out of the palm of my hand.”

[ivory-paragon]

Leaves a cup of coffee on his desk.

Perks an eyebrow. Rude was going to chastise him for this, he’s trying his best to cut back on coffee.

“What is this? Galaxy coffee?” Complete with it probably being black, just like a black hole from where Jenova surely crawled out of.

[caiiius]

"Good to see you... with conscience eyes." She said, batting her lashes.

            AND NO MATTER how opaque the sky is above him, his eyes search endlessly for the stars that remain distant in attempt to find his soul where the GODDESS cursed him as much as she loved him. His heart is no longer his, but it belonged to a deity’s whose chest bled a thousand SANGUINE RIVERS filled with lungs and a chest of GOLD the day he attempted to shatter her because his own s o r r o w reused to stop bleeding. Mind’s scattered, however his words triumph underneathe his tongue in the raw and stillness of what he does not say. A certain glory betrayed his eyes and his eyes spoke a THOUSAND TALES MORE. His silence commended him for being able never to speak a word where it’s language in the of his and his very gaze translates the rest. As far his mind wonders, his ears listens to her words. A signature grin etched his secret some way, somehow.

                                           “ AM I a sight for your sore eyes?”

[etherealsavior-blog]

jen-ova replied to your post ““I’ve got you””

Jenova had been dabbing at his neck with a damp cloth, faded hues staying on his face. " Now I've done it, " Her hand pressed the cloth against one cheek and began to wipe off the rest of his face. " don't think too much on my presence, I am not here to punish you. I am here to help you. " A warm smile followed her words as she lifted her other hand to tap at his nose.

shoulders slump, visibly relieved. eyes flutter closed as he allows jenova to continue free of worry. he wants this moment to last a little longer, to bask in her mother before things return to what they once were. before he must go out into the world again and seek the black materia. 

“ what must i do? “