Starter for @ivory-paragon
The past few years had been hard for everyone no doubt, anyone who had been associated with ShinRa or uprooted from Midgar at least. Isrieal had lost everything, her home, her purpose, and the one who had been alongside her her entire life for better or for worse. Nothing was the same, she had been abandoned by fate and escorted by those guards her were loyal to her to ShinRa Manor. For years she dwelled there, fighting through and recovering from Geostigma by using fairly gruesome tactics to keep herself alive. Things she’d rather not discuss or remember. The strangeness of the cells taking over to keep her alive, the last remaining evidence of Hojo. The last legacy, but what would she do with that?
She was certain half the world would want her dead, the other half? Well who could know. Certainly not her if she sat in that manor moping the rest of her life. She had nothing now, but perhaps she could change that. The Professor wouldn’t want her to waste herself by rotting away with this building. No. He would want her to do something and not be some miserable wasted creation.
Whether due to the trauma of the night of meteor or an effect of surviving the Geostigma, she often saw him in the corners of her mind. Spoke to him alone in rooms of the old manor. It wasn’t quite certain if it were real or some phantasmal delusion she crafted up to survive. He coaxed and taunted her until she managed to push the sorrow from her mind and pull herself together once again.
Where did she go from here when all had been destroyed? She had caught knowledge through the internet of a new company that had started up between those years. There wasn’t much information but it was seeking employees or those willing to change the future…as vague as it could be. Sure enough a need for biotechnologists was all she needed to see. She had a growing suspicion who could be behind it though she wasn’t entirely sure who had survived or not. No one was certain she had survived either, she had vanished after that night and didn’t surface again until now.
She had sent her guards to explore its location and once the blue eyed president had been spotted and reported back she finally made her move. She didn’t know what would happen or where to go from here, the future was masked with uncertainty, but she knew one thing for certain. She needed a purpose. She arrives as the assemblance of perfection, with her sleek outfit and pristine white locks. Bright eyes blaze upon what she assumes to be the secretary as she makes her request. Perhaps the woman had been from the old building for she does seem a bit wary as she rises from her seat to go find Rufus.
“Excuse me..sir. There is a woman here to see you. Miss Astranova…I believe her name is.” She casts a timid gaze upon him. “Shall I let her in?” Once he accepts she leaves the room, the echoing of new heels in a silent echo foretells the arrival of his guest before she is seen. It is a white specter that arrives before him, a figure of the past illuminated before him once more. Her eyes were focused, yet sharp as ever as she met his own gaze. A passing of uncertainty, a flicker of relief. It was nice to see a familiar face regardless if the future of the situation remains unknown. Equally surprised to know that the other has survived.
Finally, she parts her lips to shatter the thick silence. All feelings of worry and shock are masked from her voice even though she is shattered on the inside. Even though she fears stepping into this new reality. Regardless, it is a soft and amused purr of her voice that trails across the room. “Long time no see. Mr. President.” Her lips upturned with the faintest of smirks.
