#missmindkiller

[dxnzelstrife]

@missmindkiller:

“Come little children I’ll take thee away…”

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Isrieal stands there still and silent, only turning her head to follow with her eyes as he begins to walk past her. Those eyes with that eerie light behind them. She let’s him get ahead some but she quietly follows until they are away from the groups of people.

“I’m not here to sell anything, Denzel.” Her voice whispers. She obviously knows who he is. “I believe you are special. That you could potentially help many others.” She smiles a strange, soft smile. “You see…I’m from a facility with the most advanced technology and equipment. There are many things that we work on there. Many things that you might be able to help us with…”

She reaches her pale hand out towards him. “I’m Isrieal. I would love it if you would allow me to show you. Besides that, we have top medical research and healthcare. Have you been to a proper doctor lately? I am sure Cloud would appreciate for you to not only have care, but the finest care the city could offer. All for free, because you are special to us.” Her serpents tongue coats her words like silver promises.

The child paused in his steps as he heard his name, not to mention Clouds. The smile she was giving him was rather nice, but the other information she’s told him didn’t make him feel comfortable. “I’m not interested in going anywhere except for home right now.” he explained, stepping backward to place some distance between them. “And my Geostigma’s gone. Cloud healed me so I don’t really need a doctor.” All the illness was in the past, special appointments, rest, Denzel didn’t need any of that anymore. He could enjoy the freedom of knowing that he wouldn’t wake up in pain anymore like he had for the past two or three years. “Thanks for the offer though and it was nice to meet you.”

The boy turned and continued on his way, eventually making it back to Seventh Heaven. For the rest of the night, Denzel didn’t think much of the incident and figured that this Isrieal was some sort of peddler who was just passing through. Hopefully, he wouldn’t see her again. Ever.

The night quickly shifted into morning and soon another school day would begin.

“Fwuuah!” A yawn was emitted as Denzel left early for school the next morning, “It’s too early for school...” he mumbled as he placed his hands behind his head giving them a good stretch. “Why can’t it start later in the morning like on snow days and things like that?” A bird flying in the air caused him to smile. At least there were things to look at as he walked which was better than nothing at all. “Oof!” He should have watched where he was going. “Sorry about that, I wasn’t...” he explained quickly as he stood up to dust himself off. However, when he looked up the boy would be in for quite the surprise. “You? Again? I already told you yesterday that Cloud and I don’t want anything. Look, I’m...glad that you think I'm special but we don’t need anything. Really!”  

[ebony-nox]

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@missmindkiller

Isrieal & Ebony aka Project X & File .204. 

[ofgeneticperfection]

📬 - A mysterious letter has just been found in their mailbox. How does your character react? Who would it be from?

With no one around Isrieal glances over her shoulder before quickly pulling her mail from her mail slot. She briskly walks back to her room and closes the door. As she walks towards her bed she tosses junk mail and report mail here and there leaving only a sealed envelope with the Shinra Insignia stamp upon it in her hands. 

She stares at it quietly, hesitant to open it but with a bite of her lip she gently tugs it from its enclosure and starts to read. The gist of the letter asking her to meet up at an unoccupied spot late in the night. She looks nervous yet an adventurous look alights her eyes. She smiles to herself as she tucks it away again and shoves it beneath her pillow.

The request for the mysterious meeting in the pale moonlight had been signed by Rikelus Shinra. The President’s own brother that she’d slide beneath the eyes of to meet. 

@ivory-paragon@rikelusshinra

[aonemanarmy]

Okay! Asking for munday. So why do you not like to write with OCs?

ooc: Well this is a loaded question if any, so I’ll put it under the cut.

The main reason I don’t play with OCs? I’ve had bad experiences in the past that have tainted the idea for me beyond redemption. 

Also, in my personal opinion if I’m going to play with an OC then it will be using my own OC in something totally original rather than something tacked onto something else. Besides, in certain franchises the character selection is so large I find it hard not to find at least one character you like enough to play without needing to bring in an OC of your own. That and in a pre-existing character I roughly know what to expect, while with an OC it’s like playing russian roulette and my luck is infamously horrible.

That’s just my two cents though, so take that as you will. None of it has anything against people that like to do so, just that it isn’t to my personal tastes. That and I’d much rather play with OCs in something like a D&D campaign.

[ebony-nox]

missmindkiller answered your ask “Don’t get up, you’ll make it worse.

@missmindkiller

Ebony had this habit of being in the right place at the right time, and luckily for Isrieal, she so happens to have arrived at the right time. Her glowing hues focused on the bloody figure on the ground, her voice had been calm when she spoke. Struggling and crawling around would cause the bleeding to continue, and as of now, the woman wasn't sure how bad the other's wounds were.

She scanned over Isrieal, approaching slowly before kneeling down beside her. A hand extended out to gingerly move the clothing out of her way to get a better look at it. Definitely a lot of blood loss, maybe even too much. Her expression remained emotionless for a moment as she eyed it once last time before looking up to her question. "Fix it? No. But I can stop the bleeding enough for you to seek help from someone who has more... experience with healing others.

[devilreno]

𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡. [𝑥] // @missmindkiller

       “Woah, take it easy. No offense made here.” he raised his hands and lightly shook them.  But then he tilted his head and chuckled some after rephrasing in his mind what she’d said to him.

       “I’m just curious about how ya do th’ thing.”

[ofshuriken]

You shouldn't be in here.

@missmindkiller

     How long had she been standing outside waiting for him to leave? She rose her hand up just enough to pull back the sleeve of her suit and look at the watch. 18:06, her lips pressed together in a thin line, what was taking the Professor so long? Surely Tseng had made the call by now? Glancing back, she watched as the Professor had just now begun to leave, there was an evacuation in order, a false one at that, but it was to allow her to gather some files in which they believed he was held somewhere in his labs. Cissnei stepped back, her body pressing against the wall to flattening herself against it as she watched him move down the hallway. Once he was out of sight she waited only a minute longer to be sure he was gone.  

    Pulling out her phone she made a single call, ❝ Reno, I’m heading in, make sure the target doesn’t return too soon. ❞ What was said on the other line caused her to nod before flipping her phone closed and placing it back in her pocket.

     From there she wasted no time in entering the labs, her investigation caused her to wonder, looking in both obvious places as well as hidden areas that what she was looking for. As her fingers had pushed against a single file that she was certain what she was looking for- she froze. Her gaze lifted slowly as she was greeted by a female, pale complexion, white hair, and… those eyes. Cissnei narrowed her eyes at the female, ❝ Neither should you, all personnel located on the floor was to leave and evacuate. ❞ There was a long pause.

    ❝ Who are you? ❞

[xzidane]

isrieal

@missmindkiller liked for a starter

Most days, Zidane found it difficult to mind his own business, especially where the ladies were concerned. Granted, it was usually for other reasons entirely... but he couldn’t really help it. Especially not when said woman looked to be in some level of distress.

He couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Whoever she was, she had this look about her... maybe she was lost? Or worried sick?

“You alright?” he asked in concern, “Looking for someone, maybe?”

Honestly it probably wasn’t any of his business. But he had a feeling she wasn’t in a good spot, and might even appreciate a little concern at the moment; especially when everyone in Midgar was so dismissive of everyone around them. It wasn’t the kindest place to visit.