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「♈ Gᴏᴅ ᴏғ Wᴀʀ ♈」

Why was it that children always had the need to stare? More than that, it seemed even the adults couldn't keep their eyes to themselves. Granted, the swordsman was bleeding profusely from his side, but he could manage just fine. The pain was dulled, though perhaps not as much as those without feeling.

❝ Can I help you with something? ❞

#open to mutuals #sf!open #sf!starter

"You..." The young shinobi could barely tell if it was from anger or fear that she was shaking, but either way she willed her body to stop, adopting a more stalwart stance as she faced the all too familiar silverette. "You were.. Cloud beat you!" The young ninja recalled. Well, how could she forget such a face from the past which should have been dead and buried? "Cloud beat you twice, how the hell are you even-?! What're you doin' here?!" She settled for once she could get the words out, his cold eyes setting her at a permanent state of unease. It was only her unwavering confidence and curiosity that held Yuffie in place in the company of that which she would call monster.

#angelusnocems #SF!Starter #I hope this is okay!

Things were not as they should have been, of that he was certain. The world was in disarray and there was little around him that made sense. Though, despite the glaring alterations made to the geography and perversions in the climate, Seymour was left wonder, above all other things, how it was that he had come to be. After all, logic seemed all to desperate too remind him that he was, for all intents and purposes, dead. Very dead indeed.

His fingers traced the gnarled bark of a tree that had been devastated in the chaos that brought him here. It was a weak and pathetic thing though it took no great mind to see that it had once been something much grander -- and, so, Seymour saw once again that all that existed in the world was doomed to suffer. All living things would spend all their days writhing in agony, for life was a cruel and unrelenting thing.

He had not long since woken from his slumber and was still familiarising himself with the flow of life coursing through him - it had been some time since he had been Sent, since that last nail had been so firmly hammered into his coffin. He had never expected to see the simple act as living as such an unusual thing but, still, few people expect to die more than once and fewer still expect to keep on living regardless.

Yet to think that his first realisation upon returning was one of distress and hardship said enough to him. The world could twist and it could change, it could every single thing about itself, and still it would be true that pain would continue to be the lord of all men, gripping their throats with its jagged talons. No, he wouldn't falter - his aims were as they always had been.

"Oh, you sad little thing", he sighed, now pressing his entire hand against what was left of the tree, his brows furrowed as he cast his gaze elsewhere, "Once upon a time, you must have stood so proud, so tall, and, now, you're little more than an unsightly husk."

#sf!open #sf!starter #{sf only tbh}#{sorry this is so vague ha}

Climates changing. Lands terraforming. Whatever was happening, this was only the beginning. Reeve Tuesti took his duties very seriously, and at this time, his duty was assuring that his team stayed focused throughout this trying ordeal. He had been working them hard, and still it wasn't enough. The WRO didn't have the information that he would have liked by now, and so he would take matters into his own hands.

It was the first time that Reeve had stepped outside the base since this nightmare began, the heat hitting his skin like in a blazing wall, overcoming his every sense as the air lay stagnant. No wind. No moisture. Nothing sustainable in the air --if it stayed like this for long, the enemy would not be the only problem on their hands.

He would not allow the planet to die.

And so his search began, he needed bodies --capable bodies to handle the upcoming war he was expecting. The director knew he could count on Cloud and the others, he didn't doubt them or their abilities for a second --but were they really enough by themselves? The blue robes he wore became irritable over time, sweat beading on his brow as he mentally chastised himself his choice of garb.

The hope that had been dwindling, however, was rekindled. Reeve stopped at the side of the still figure, one who stood strong, certainly fighting material. The director was grabbing at straws, yet sometimes, the best bet was the only bet that was on the table.