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// Still thinking about Veld. Again. I’ve regurgitated BC countless times on this blog but what gets me each time is how understated their relationship is.

It could almost be called cloak and dagger with how little they let on. They say nothing until it’s warranted. And even then they drop it in so goddamn nonchalantly or deliberately vague.

Player Turk The Head of Urban Development's Reeve, right? I wonder if he'll really cooperate with us.

Tseng That's what Veld said. We'll have to trust him.

There is next to no fanfare and certainly no detail given about how they know each other, or why trust should be afforded. It is all implicit. They already have an understanding between them and they hardly ever share that with others. Even though it raises questions.

Reeve You don't have to worry about that. If you sneak on board, by the time you're out of the harbour it'll be too late for them to do a thing. Say you're acting on my orders. I'll take responsibility for everything.

Player All right… (Thought) Why is he being so cooperative?

They are protecting others by downplaying this curious connection. One that could never be predicted looking at the surface. We all know Veld is protective of his Turks, and that it is why he doesn’t let on his whereabouts in exile until potentially much later on.

Yet Reeve is granted this knowledge at some point.

Little ol’ Reeve, that no one ever suspects, has been given this level of responsibility. I mean, he’s used to shouldering responsibilities and keeping hush hush but that level of assuredness, of trust, dare I say faith between the two men is stunning. 

And it never seems to get betrayed.

Whilst I headcanon that the bombing of Kalm was a particularly strained point for their relationship, they are clearly reconciled by the time of BC events.

Player ?! You knew we were working under Veld's orders?!

Cait Sith It said so in the fortune, it did**

Player (Thought) This is bad. That means everybody knows about our betrayal. What am I going to…?

Cait Sith Don't you worry none. I won't be telling any of this to the President.

Player Huh?!

Cait Sith I told you, we go back a ways. How is Veld? I thought you could only leave the Turks when you're dead.**

Player I'm sorry. That's… classified information…

Cait Sith Is that so…** I guess you're right.

Player I'm really sorry…

Cait Sith Ah, nothing to be sorry for! Just tell him I'm rootin' for him!** Now, let's get a move on, shall we?

**A large part of me thinks this is Reeve toying with the Player Turk here, deliberately obfuscating their relationship and dropping in nuggets of Turk lore that comes across as concealed concern cos he’s a canny cat and a little manipulative shit when he wants to be.

I mean how else would he have known about this act of treason - one that he has decided to very much get involved with despite the risks - if he were not in contact with Veld?

I guess the argument could be made for Tseng or possibly Rufus. Or Cait Sith truly is a fortune telling robot at this point and a highly specific one at that. Regardless, by the time OGC comes around he can clearly contact Veld himself.

Three men carried Tseng onto a boat. The men were his former superior and his subordinates. Why had Reeve contacted them and not the company directly? Had he been in constant contact with them? (OTWTAS: Case of Shinra)

Why indeed? And had he been? Who knows! Even canon writers vague their relationship status.

“What do you plan to do now, Sir?” Tseng asked as he made his way to the door to follow his subordinates.

“I’ll head back to Junon. Reeve should be on his way there now. ”

“That is curious.”

“Yes. And Reeve is not the only one you should keep in mind.”

OH COME ON CANON.

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@multifandommuseroulette || Lazard

“Catch.” Genesis warned in lieu of a greeting, and true to his word the red-haired Soldier tossed a neatly wrapped bundle for the Director to grab out of the air or face the indignance of being hit with a smoked meatball sandwich. He pulled a quick face when he realised the twine holding the paper wrapping had slipped and there had been a near-disaster involving a certain tailored suit. “What?” he had the cheek to laugh. “You’re wasting away and no one believes that I’ve found a better place than the café and lounge.”

[holyguardian]

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The first and only warning sign that Aerith was approaching came in the sound of her hurried footsteps. Though before Tristan could fully react the young woman had slammed her shoulder into him in lieu of a verbal greeting, grinning from ear-to-ear up at her older brother in a manner that spoke ‘haha got you’. Sure, they had no relation through blood, and he already had his own sister, but she had picked him out long ago and there was no escaping the responsibility of herding the flowery slum brat away from trouble.

“What’cha doin’?” she asked all too innocently. If he was taking care of any work she knew she wasn’t about to get a straight answer from him, it would all be shrugged off and he’d find one way or another to make her drop the subject, though if it were anything else he’d likely be upfront to her about it. Or not, considering she had all but shoulder-barged into him on a whim.

“I didn’t think I’d see you today, how come you didn’t stop by the house?” Aerith twirled a flower, not from the usual merchandise just one she had plucked from between the stone pathway the led to her home. “This daisy is special. It grew all on its own without any help from me so you have to promise to be very careful not to step on the others when you come visit me and mother.” Said little daisy was tucked behind Tris’ ear standing out among the brown waves of his hair.

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@multifandommuseroulette; for rasmodius

Pelican Town was about as out in the sticks as you could get. Still, Abigail preferred to roam the outskirts of their small town. The dark trees were sometimes tempting, almost like they were calling her, but she never ventured into their depths. However, her feet always had a way of bringing her to the tower.

Ever since she was little, Abigail had felt drawn to this tower. She kinda thought it was the reason why she interested in the occult, but she couldn’t remember why she thought that. Now, as an adult, she visited the area often but never quite made it to the tower.

For all her talk of adventure and longing, she still frightened easily sometimes. Or maybe she was just wary of trespassing on the inhabitant’s property. No one really knew much about him, and mom always changed the topic when she brought him up.

Well, mom wasn’t here to stop her now. Maybe she would just...take a look around. Abigail started making her way around the tower, this time coming right up to the stonework, and after a small hesitation she reached out and touched it. 

Huh...

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     Winnie paced anxiously across her porch, mumbling incoherently to herself as she wanted for Rasmodius. Ordinarily, she was much more tactful when requesting assistance, but given the nature of her predicament, a certain level of haste was necessary. All she could do at this point was hope that he would answer her desperate plea for help.

     When she caught sight of him approaching her farm, a wave of relief washed over her, and she hurried over to the gate to meet him. She knew he wouldn’t ignore her letter, of course-- he was far too good-natured for that. She just prayed that he could actually help solve her problem. 

❛ Rasmodius! Oh, thank goodness. You have no idea how relieved I am to see you. ❜ she exclaimed, wasting no time opening the gate to let him in. The fact that it was closed at all might be a cause for concern to the discerning eye. Winnie almost never closed her gate. And she definitely appeared a bit more frazzled than usual. 

❛ I’m sorry I can’t be a more gracious host, but I’m afraid something terrible has happened, and I’m at a loss for how to deal with it. I was hoping you might have some insight. ❜

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@multifandommuseroulette​ asked:

💌 -chinhands- I can totally whip up / go with modern AUs as necessary. Can I toss Rod the Bladestar at you if it's "just pick one" and Kunzite, Minako Aino, and Chaos if you'd like to pick from some? (Or, if someone in specific intrigues you *go for it*)

[blind date meme] - accepting!

Dating again didn’t seem possible...but, then again, neither did living an entire life alone. Manna had already ruined so much, losing Aja’s love - did that mean she deserved to suffer for the rest of her time on this planet?

She hadn’t yet decided.

For now, the man she was supposed to meet was named Rod, and that was all she knew. She prayed he wasn’t too young - she couldn’t imagine a single man who would think they were meeting a young, attractive girl not being disappointed by meeting a 40-year-old divorced woman. But she would make do, no matter what. And if he chose to leave the moment he saw her, then she could do this pottery class on her own.

Manna was smoothing down her hair for the fiftieth time when she caught sight of a man who seemed to be looking around for someone else as well outside of the pottery studio, and she beamed, hurrying over. “Rod, yes? Hi! I’m Manna - it’s so wonderful to meet you. You’re much taller than I thought you’d be, goodness! I hope it doesn’t hurt your neck too much to talk to me, haha~ I thought we might do a little bit of pottery tonight, does that suit you? If not we could always skip straight toward the dessert reservation I have planned later as well~” Goodness, Manna, slow down, please let the man speak!

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Back in Banora

A couple days past since Genesis had overheard his parents. Dear, he is a child. I do not want some jealous neighbors of ours to call the labor union.  He now was nestled in a quiet nest of pillows and books in a cut-out window that overlooked the orchard. No one here is like that. Gillian and I are friends. But that woman is proud. I hate to see her living that way, and with such a young boy too. It was a sanctuary, away from the loud, busy, outside world.  Besides, I’m worried.  “Genesis, please come down.” His father’s voice called to him from the stairwell. Drawn from his world of comfort, the redhead obediently, albeit hesitantly slid his bookmark in and climbed out of his fortress of security. Quietly, he came to the top of the stairs and froze.  He’s... so shy. Maybe, having another boy his age around will... help him.  His father was there, as was his mother. But the door was ajar, and standing in it was someone he did not know. Now, it was not as though he did not recognize the boy. He had watched him from over the hill, sometimes.  Softly, his mother smiled up the stairs. “Genesis, this is Angeal. He is being a big help to us with the harvest this season. We are all going to go down together, so please get on your shoes.” Shifting nervously, Genesis looked from his mother to Angeal, and then back. Hesitantly, he made his way down the stairs, giving a little hop as to get on the bench near the door and put on his shoes.  @multifandommuseroulette

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Neil was only doing this because Rod had talked him into it. He wasn’t lonely, he didn’t need to make friends, he certainly didn’t need a relationship. But getting out of the house probably wasn’t a bad idea, and doing it with an actual human being was also probably a good idea. 

So. He took care of his current stock of exotics and dressed up.Kinda.He switched camo pants for black jeans, kept his black undershirt and boots, and threw on a nicer black jacket. It was… a lot of black, but he’d been told it made his bright blond hair and red eyes stand out so hey, that was good right? He headed for the park nearest to the ShinRa building, as relaxed as he was going to get out in the midst of nature. Or as close as you got in Midgar, anyway. And he waited.

If there was one thing Midgar lacked it was nature, though there were false promises of it strewn about it’s surface like the makeshift park that Neil chose to met her at. Isrieal was in the same boat, she didn’t need anything serious but she needed human contact. Even though she wasn’t quite a human being herself, in the normal sense.

More and more she found herself wanting to get out of the labs at any excuse she could draw and in her time perusing online she figured she’d toss out her name for a blind date. It was new, it’d get her out and just like that she’d be set up to talk to someone. So easy. What could possibly go wrong with that?

She settled for a black coat the buttoned down with silver clasps, hanging to the back of her knees behind her and cutting off at her thighs in front. A black top was on underneath along with fishnets and boots to her knees. Her long, moonwhite hair was down in it’s soft curls as she strolls into the park and sets her vibrant blue gaze upon the blonde waiting there.

As good as she was at perceiving people she picked up right away that this place did not seem to resonate with him. “I”m Isrieal.” She offers her name as she approaches but hangs back a few feet well used to the fact that her presence seemed to intimidate others. “You must be the one I got set with for tonight, right?”

The thing about dates being blind meant she knew nothing, and she usually liked to know everything about a person she interacted with. The fact he loved animals dearly and that she worked with science where they often got tested upon would certainly be a strange point, event though she didn’t like to harm them either. “Well...it’s nice to meet you.” That’s what you are supposed to say, right?

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