#materiamarksman

[flowergirlgillionaire]

@materiamarksman

The light from the plate sun filters into the church through the hole destiny thrust through the roof of the abandoned church, illuminating the dust and debris around the flower bed that grew through the cracks in the foundation. Each bloom is opportunistic, their leaves and petals having turned towards the light in the past few days, soaking it in.

She’s knelt before the flowers, tending to them, when the door to the church slams open, shutting just as quickly as it had opened, sending a gust of wind to rustle the flower bed that didn’t come from above, and she glances up as hectic footsteps make their way into the church, ducking behind the cover of a collapsed pew before she can get them in her sight.

Wiping the dust of the floor from her hands on her knees, Aerith doesn’t bother to rise-- the stranger hasn’t brought anyone unwanted... yet. “You don’t have to hide in here,” She announces to the air, though there’s definitely a set of ears listening. A living set of ears. “At least, not from me.”

[flowergirlgillionaire]

Shh, your portrayal is lovely. You bring a sort of cheeky life to the ' healer ' personality, letting Aerith be gentle and compassionate without making her TOO soft. There's a sort of resilience to negativity and subtle sass you let her have, and I live for it. Maybe not everyone's personal take on our beloved flower girl, but I'm living for it.

beep beep how’s my portrayal || Accepting

slide me 10gil and by the end of the month Aerith is gonna say ‘fuck’. 

you’re biased and i love u

[ofgeneticperfection]

" N-nh...w-where...? Am I...? " The vigilante's head felt like a drunken hell, vision blurring violently at the edges. His limbs felt heavy; even if he wanted to get up right now, restraints wouldn't allow it. Vaguely, some part of his mind registered the hum of computers and the chill of stainless steel at his back. ...Gaia preserve, what was going on...?

@materiamarksman

“Oh? You’re awake now?” Her voice chimes. Through his blurred vision her form comes into view.That pale figure with the moonwhite hair, she was as intoxicating in appearance as she was deadly. Some sort of unnatural feeling poured from her. Those cells inside of her held that gentle vibration they always did when she was near others who shared them. It was no mystery to her that he had Jenova cells within him too.

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while now. I just had to get you to the right place.” She says with  small chuckle. “It’s evident to me the cells that you have in your body, though I have no record of you in any of our files.” She taps a pointed nail to her lower lip. “How very interesting indeed...” She muses.

“I’ve taken the leisure of collecting a few samples from you for now.” She says while crouching down in front of the glass he was trapped behind. She tips her head in a curious manner. “Perhaps you could tell me more about yourself. Like your name...and...how you happened upon those cells, perhaps. It could be our little secret.” She says with a smirk. 

[princepszora]

@materiamarksman​ liked for a random starter!

“From some thorough snooping, I’ve picked up that you’re a pretty capable hunter.” 

The tiny woman eyed the other top to bottom, crossing her arms against her chest. 

“People around here depend on people like you. I hope you understand that...When the people up top don’t do their jobs, it falls to people like you to keep Midgar safe.”

Small in stature but tall in posture, the woman seemed to be simply spouting thoughts that came to her head in that instant, no real reason behind the things she was saying. Though she said them with confidence, an absolute tone to her voice that made it clear she believed it without doubt. Her tone only shifted as she relaxed her shoulders, as if shrugging off a front she hadn’t realized she was holding. 

“I just wanted to say thanks. I know you probably don’t do it simply for the sake of everyone, down here you just do whatever you’re good at for a living. But I appreciate what hunters do, and if you’re ever in a tight spot, I guess I could help you out, as long as it’s not anything that could get me fired.”

Now that her posture had relaxed, she gave off a much more aloof aura, eyes trailing after whatever movement happened to be going on around them before refocusing on the person in front of her.

“Oh yeah I guess I’m Rue.”

[shadowxcetra]

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Edit: I couldn’t resist. 

[flowergirlgillionaire]

🐇 ( shhhhh let's pretend this is after he's Moved In c: )

send a  🐇 for my muse to flop onto your muse like a warm and cozy bunny. // Accepting

The haze of midsummer has taken over the sector-- sure, Shinra can try to regulate the seasons all they want, but sometimes Gaia has other plans for those closest to her soils, and there’s a strange warmth to the day.

It’s not unbearable, but it’s the sort of day that slows monster hunts and has supply runs stopping along trail lines for fresh brewed lemonades more often than work is getting done.

At some point, days bled into weeks, and then slowly they blossomed into months-- and during that metamorphosis, a certain dandelions network of roots had started straying to the cottage nestled away in the slums of sector five.

He’s no more a burden in their home than the air is poisoned, and so it’s not unusual to find the other in what’s slowly become his room-- an unspoken agreement of respect and privacy usually adhered to.

Except for today. Today there’s a different aura to the world, that floating warmth that eases all transgressions, and softly the door to Zion’s room opens and Aerith crosses the room with only a simple “Heyya,” as a greeting before practically laying across the gun mage.

“Mom wants to know if you washed behind your ears.... Oh, and what you want for dinner.”

[leslienkyle]

For @materiamarksman

“So the rumours were true,” Leslie said as he approached the tanned youth. They were in a branch of the collapsed highway with rubble strewn about and makeshift targets tacked at different heights. 

Leslie moved into the light so he could be seen as he slowly removed the hands in his pockets to show that he was unarmed. 

“I came here after hearing about a new gun mage in town,” he said. “I’m not here to cause trouble. Just wanna ask a few questions.”