#neversurrxnder

[anapproachingstorm]

“Hm, how do I hurt Vergil!Muse and Nero!Muse?

OH I KNOW

HAVE CLAUDIA BE A LITTLE ITALIAN GIRL AND SHE CALLS VERGIL “MY LITTLE VERGIL” AND “LITTLE SPARROW” IN ITALIAN HAHAHAHAHASOB”

[firxga]

*puts cake in your inbox. It's sweet. I win :p*

I lost the game but at least the cake isn’t a lie ;A;

*insert gif of ugly crying and cake eating*

[crimsonredemption-x]

Sigillum diaboli

The Turk’s steps were firm and quick, making for obvious evidence that Vincent had something to accomplish while strolling through the SOLDIER floor. His suit attracted the few odd glances expected from the fact that he shouldn’t be there – this was a Turk-free domain for most of time, but who would bother Vincent Valentine?

Not a huge number of people ever since he got back from Nibelheim, apparently.

His sharp hearing pointedly ignored the hushed whispers; he knew what they were talking about and he flexed his gauntlet out of instinct. Getting used to being a topic of conversation within Shinra was not easy for someone who had been efficiently invisible until then regarding both his work and his off-duty behavior.

Without losing his way once, the raven-haired man made it to the SOLDIER training room. He had been told the guy he was looking for would be there and as soon as he set his foot inside, he saw it: the blue glow of a demon-like claw, they had described it. He had never seen anything like that, but the voice which now shared his thoughts which him reacted to it.

Interesting.

The Turk kept walking until he came to stand really close to the white-haired man he had come to fetch. The SOLDIER was training and he didn’t interrupt his routine, but announced himself as soon as he had a break.

“Nero? I’m Vincent Valentine of the Turks and I’ve come to take you to a meeting. I understand we are to be sent to a field mission together.”

@neversurrxnder