#overlyoptimisticturk

[reno-of-the-turks]

overlyoptimisticturk said:

"Hey! Wait! When are you coming back? I needed to ask you something-well, ask you something else."

"...What would you say if I told you that I didn't have to go at all and I was actually planning on hiding from you in the other room while attempting to come up with an excuse for the fact that I implied I shot teenagers for Shinra? Hypothetically, I mean, yo. I wasn't gonna do that at all."

[reno-of-the-turks]

Elena?

Elena;give me a character (from anything ever) in my ask and I’ll rate: somewhat attractive | eh | not really my type | pretty | handsome | beautiful | stud | gorgeous | SWEET LORD MERCY

can you relate to this character on a personal level?: no | not really | somewhat | yes | they are me

would you date/be friends with this character in real life if they were real?: total bros | friends | best friends | date | become their steady boyfriend/ girlfriend | neither | i don’t know

[sanguinesaint]

The silence before the storm

It started as something simple. When Veld told me to bring in the rookie, I have not thought of the task as anything more than a standard routine. I happened to be in the room and was on the verge of leaving for my smoking break anyway; you see, Veld just hates the scent of cigarette, even a minty one such as mine.

So it was with a small shurg of shoulder and an unlit toxic tube dangling from between my lips, I headed out. With a small gesture of cranium toward the room I had just left, she was informed of Veld's wish. No more thought was given of the girl -- Knife is how she is referred as here -- and at least that has been my mindset until the first moment I stepped back into the office Veld and I was sharing. That piece of cigarette already was done and finished with.

Long talk? I directed my inquisition at Veld with my gaze even when the fact that they have not been talking before I entered the room seemed to suggest otherwise.

    What game are we playing here, Velly?

[ambereyedcetra]

"You’ll stay alone if you push others away."

Amber eyes flickered over to the other woman, narrowing slightly as she spoke. "Oh?" The Cetra stepped towards the Turk, the embers of defensive anger heating up her cheeks. "And who are you to know who I do and don't push away? Why does it matter to you, Turk?"

Though she didn't want to admit it, the other woman was right. If she continued to use her lies and paranoia to shove others away, no one would be there to hear her cries for help. Eden didn't want to admit her wrong, it was always a painful thing to do. Not only that, but the wayward hunter knew enough to see the woman's alliance. She was a turk, one of ShinRa. Eden was convinced no one of ShinRa could be trusted, especially of such matters.

[shirorose-archive]

[Text]: That’s illegal.

{Text}: Your face is illegal.