Oct 16, 2015
@silver-haired-remnant
“Excuse me, does this belong to you? It seemed to have fallen out of your bag while you were walking...”
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@silver-haired-remnant
“Excuse me, does this belong to you? It seemed to have fallen out of your bag while you were walking...”
silver-haired-remnant has come to play
He sat hunched over in silence, lips pursed as he cleaned his knife of the gore coating it, glancing at the fiend he had killed and giggling a bit, it was a really meaty one, he'd get to eat really well tonight! He hummed a bit to himself for a bit, stopping as sensed someone close by and looking around "....hello?"
[o_O]
The moment he walked in, something was amiss. The shower water was running... Of course it wasn't a completely foreign thing to happen. Genesis always let himself in and did as he pleased, so he didn't think much of it. "Genesis, you have your own shower!" Angeal hollered and opened the door. Silver hair. Not Gen. Shorter than Sephiroth's. "Who's in there?!"
Excuse me fives, a ten is being tagged silver-haired-remnant
Where did my remnants go? D:
Someone read this because it's so fucking good. I just love it so much. But the endings shitty. You'll find out why.
Where did all my Yazoo's go? I was having so much fun with them yesterday. silver-haired-remnant abrokenremnant
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silver-haired-remnant
It was an endeavour of desperation.
ShinRa's project SOLDIER, specimen 441 was deemed a near failure—a near failure, were it not so frightfully and despicably simple to keep her from revolting against their every demand.. She was young; inconcievably so for the scientific feat of warfare—but in many respects, they all were, for it chanced only those in whom it saw potential. Blind, yes, unfortunate—but nurturing a telepathic range, perchance a sport of telekinetic force... intriguing. Seldom seen.
Cheap, cheap... so cheap. She was like them, all but with the failings of sustainability. Enhanced, but dying—and that was the trick. The Materia that coursed her system was quick-wearing and impractical, if the only thing keeping her alive, save for stasis. Deprivation wrought deterioration; thus frightening her into compliance. She was young; she did not want to die.
Too young. There lay a life for many like her, were it not to be cut short.
The opposition of the Remnant filth was insistent; and she was taxed with finding them, eliminating them, as was every other SOLDIER. A threat, they were—but she had located one of them. Take them down, and she could have all the Materia required to stay alive for the rest of her natural span. She did not need a weapon with which to pose a threat; instead uprooting objects to throw at him as she ran in sharp pursuit. She yelled only one thing; filled with a scorn and hate and rage maintained only for the chains of labour that bound her.
"Remnant !"