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[semper-invicta-aeternum]

@paintedrosebriar.

Company was a frequent thing at the Liddel manor, as were non-stop galas and garden parties. This was the first time Armand Russo was to attend one, though; a dinner party that he missed the actual dining of, though he made it for the cocktail hour afterwards.

Son of Lord Godric, a local noble clearly looking to get in the good graces of Lord Liddel. His introduction was hard to miss. Still he looked polite and humble enough, especially when he meandered towards the garden where he seemed more interested in the flowers. 

[losttoamemory]

Scavenger Hunt

@o-rusted-heart @paintedrosebriar

It was busy, but it always was busy.  Tifa really couldn’t say that she had had much downtime in the years since joining AVALANCHE but being busy kept her mind off of things she preferred to avoid thinking about.  

The fight against ShinRa moved forward, the hunt for those responsible for the attacks still on.  Day after day left her to wonder if it would ever stop.  Not until she fell or ShinRa did, she supposed.  What a depressing thought.  She must be tired.

Working on closing up shop with the help of Alice that evening she paused when a familiar figure stepped in just as she ushered the last patrons out the door.  Had it been anyone else she would have told him to beat it but something about the expression on his face told her to curb her tongue.  

“Alice, could you lock the back door?”  Instead of shoving the door closed in his face she locked it behind the android. “You’re out late, Nick.  Is something going on?” 

[cerberus-unleashed]

@paintedrosebriar

“...where did you learn your skill in magic?” His voice was quiet as it always was, so quiet that any passerby wouldn’t hear.  

[o-rusted-heart]

@paintedrosebriar​

“Hey, I...”

“...I owe you an apology. A big one.” A big one with a bouquet of flowers, apparently. Nick looked haggard, maybe, but at least the flowers were neat. 

[iamnotnavi]

Some of My Favorite Things

@paintedrosebriar

Weiss had gone with the guards without protest.  At least he had gotten one person to recognize him, of who he was.  It would still be a fight but at least he had a foothold now.  

He was shown to a room that was, in fact, mostly empty.  Not that he was surprised.  What would a book need for comfort?  A bookshelf?  Perhaps an end table?  Perhaps they would simply leave him in here.  His memories would fade and he would be nothing more than a book they could throw into the fire. 

With a sigh, he sank down on the lone chair in the room.  He was tired.  His travels then his need for shielding had worn him out.  He needed rest. 

What had Alice called him?  Caer...Caer...Caerwyn.  That was his name.  He had nearly forgotten it again.  It slipped out of his figurative hands like loose sand. 

The book would doze for several hours before he heard the door click open.  Struggling upright, he turned to face it.  Would it be the guards?  The King?  Perhaps an assassin.  Could he even die? 

He didn’t expect who came through the door. 

“...Princess.” 

[crestblooded]

@paintedrosebriar

“Ah, Alice, have you seen the professor?  The rebuilders have been looking for her for approval on their latest project.”

[gunarmdad]

@paintedrosebriar

“‘Ey, you got any tea goin’, Alice?” And he just plops down at the bar and leans over it.

[zoolinguistics]

Far from Humanity

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It had only appeared a few months ago, but already he needed time away from that strange castle. Something was going down with it, and much like the animals, it filled N with a lingering sense of unease. He and his friends definitely needed some time away.

Their wanderings led him to the edge of the woods, to where N soon found himself in the backyard of a manor he had only heard of in rare town rumors. Something about a poltergeist and a banshee roaming its halls. Of course, he was no stranger to strange rumors either, but considering he had dealt with the undead as of late...

Still, this is where his friends wanted to stop and rest, and no amount of convincing could make up their minds. For now, he walked hood-up among the creatures grazing on the lawn, his eyes casting wary glances to the window from behind their flanks. Should something come after them, he’d have to be ready.