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[hiislegacy]

"... You wanted to see me, sir?..."

Sephiroth strolled right into the room, after having an hour to clean off and prepare himself for this talk. He was lucky they gave him that much time. Those emerald eyes locked with the other's, before they flicked away, and he casually folded his arms across his chest. Just waiting. Though, you could just tell he was slightly worried, impatiently so. He knew exactly why he was here, but would be in such heavy denial over it.

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[ivory-paragon]

"Does Shinra have an HR department? Asking for a friend."

"ShinRa does, and there are many representatives at that." There's a reason a book was created with Reno in mind; it was twice as thick with annotations littered all at the bottom of each page. "Though you'll be hard-pressed to find anything done about certain aspects."

Rumor had it that Reno fucked everyone on the board. It was easier to sweep things under the rug that way. Of course, these were simply rumors..

"Why does everyone come to me with complaints when it's not my department? If you want to tame a beast you go to the holder of it."

Rude, Reno's keeper.

[monstersmade]

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(ㅠ﹏ㅠ) "Angeaaaaaaaaaaaaaal..."

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Ruffles his hair. "Easy now."

[reevc]

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"A little alley cat told me you haven't come out of your office for a few days. I'm here to remedy that." Zack suddenly appeared in Reeve's line of sight and set down a silver to-go mug and a stack of containers wrapped in an off-white cloth. "Brought you coffee and snacks. Figured ya haven't eaten in a while or if you have it's convenience store garbage."

Zack made sure the food was light on Reeve's stomach, so he got plenty of fragrant rice and fruit amid some rather tasty grilled meat. "Got any requests for my next delivery?"

" What a naughty cat." there was a small laugh that came from his lips as he saw the other come into the office. Smiling a little tired smile -- he couldn't help but see what the other was doing. Oh, how sweet that someone cared enough for him. Shaking his head a little bit, he couldn't help but laugh again. " This is sweet Zack, you didn't have to come out here to just do that. Though I couldn't be anymore happier for you to do so." nodding his head for a moment. " whatever one of my staff brings me when they notice I haven't moved in a few hours.. never anything good."

But he couldn't help but look it over for a moment. It looked a lot better than he had eaten in days. Eyes turn to look at the other. " You know I'm not the type of person to ask. This is already more than enough."

[amcryllis]

@mezzomorendo. He's sooooo sleepy today. It's one of his rare days off and he's tireddddddd. He can't be bothered to fully wake up so all he does is adorably and sleepily kiss Aerith aaaaall the way down to her tummy before he cuddles her midriff. Sleepy puppy cuddle time. <3

Aerith finds Zack the cutest at his sleepiest; he is so full of affection and love for her that it almost overwhelms her. Not quite, though, she meets him halfway and bestows as much love upon him as she can. The kisses get her a little flushed, but when he cuddles into her Aerith immediately starts combing her fingers through his hair and stroking his cheek gently. She leans down and with some difficulty manages to plant a big kiss on the tippy top of his head.

"Hello sleepy."

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

@mezzomorendo | Zack and Sephiroth | Closed Starter

If ever the spawn of calamity had claws or teeth to latch and tear, they were certainly used, even if only energetically, in his greatest time of need. The desire, the intent, the burning hissing drive to return, tangible and living, even if in a form beyond what he once was, it was driving every last essence of his existence. It would burn, tear, and destroy to reach its goal--the existence stolen from him...

But it would take sacrifice. So many parts of him, memory and self, had been stolen by the cruel waves, and more he found himself given up to climb further...and now, power. Power that kept him going, but it would be the last sacrifices to finally reach the surface as the purest form of himself.

It was worth it. The core of him was all that mattered anymore as everything else clearly had become worthless, given it had brought him to this point in his existence, fighting erosion and a ceased existence. And as he clawed and climbed, he gripped whatever threads he could weave into ties and ropes, bound to the anchor that was...Cloud.

That energy, it was still connected, and permeated outward, even more so with the taint of all his malice and cruelty in that dark infection being deemed Geostigma. He would have his return, to power and self, to the divine figure he was meant to be...the...what...was it...again?

A purpose. He had a great purpose. It was stolen. He would take it back, even if by force. And by force it was, his newly reformed body feeling as if it was tearing forth from some stubborn fabric of reality. He stumbled through the deathly cold of Modeoheim, bare form raw to existence, but his will determined as ever. Reckless and stubborn, he ignored the needs that giving up unnatural levels of power had left him victim to--hunger, rest, thirst, so on--and marched on.

Back towards...Midgar. A defiant city forged at the very corners of corruption. Foolish, yet almost admirable. Almost. Every step he took drew emotions swimming around in the back of his mind, and every new corner brought sight and sensation of those afflicted with Stigma. It brought a great satisfaction, a thrill, a push to continue one to see their despair. If he could feed off of it, he would.

This city, it was here that he felt the threads tied to his anchor drawing him. He had not yet decided whether he would claim Cloud by will or by death when he faced him. That detail didn't matter as much right not, not as much as reaching that anchor.

And so, starving, thirsting, and gaunt with weariness, dressed in layers to conceal himself until the proper time, he wandered the edges of the city, head down and following sense rather than vision. It was a miracle he barely bumped into anyone, but he marched on. He felt he was nearing it...that source...it was strange, as if almost felt as if it fluctuated, trying to draw elsewhere, but he knew, that source of connection, memory, and energy was here. He could feel the Geostigma gripping his body.

Careful steps brought him to a building...a shelter? Hmmm...pitiful...an ripe with weakness. He sneered under his hood, vicious green eyes skating around, finally looking with more than his senses of the energy around him.

[sometimesrufus]

"Smug in human form, but only because he's got no idea how to interact with people normally and, in fact, would probably have a mental breakdown if he allowed himself to trust."

"Are you implying that I'm not human?"

He's not deigning to respond to the rest of that.

[saengjonja]

"You're very smart, and very pretty, and I hope one day to be someone you can trust." <3

Describe my muse in one sentence [ACCEPTING]

"Oh, do go on," Jae insists, posing coquettishly. The concept of trusting someone like Zack seems easy enough in theory, but Yoon is a Turk and to be a Turk means holding one's cards close to the chest. For his own sake, as well as the safety of others.

"I always did have a preference for canines, so I suppose there's no harm in seeing what may develop."