#soldier lodbrok

[stingslikeabee]

@soldier-lodbrok . from here

The newcomer's reaction was not atypical - the honeygirls were good at getting their guests comfortable, after all; the place wouldn't have that reputation otherwise despite being in the slums - but it was nonetheless welcome. To be paired with a customer who was easy to please and just happy to be there made Melissa's job simpler; and even if circumstances bringing her to the role had been less than ideal...

...Sometimes she met people who made it all a bit less horrible. Genuine connections and friendships were all they looked for, as much as the clients; the girls just dreamed of a world where the Don didn't keep them chained to the inn, cutting off their wings but for those attached to the costume.

"Second best! So impressive - I'm the luckiest girl around, then," Melissa remarked with an excited voice and promptly paid her dues - the blonde man was awarded another kiss to his cheek, very similarly to the first one, but it was to his colleagues that she directed her attention next: a few other bee-girls were making their way to the booth, so they would be likely occupied shortly and less inclined to tease her selected patron.

"Well, I understand you guys are jealous of his success, but you shouldn't be. Third and fourth places here will have the honor of being with Serena and Laura tonight," Melissa gestured to the new employees taking their places between the guys, both of them bringing some new drinks for the table - whether these had been ordered or not was a good question, but if they consumed that alcohol, it would make it to their tab.

"They are just lovely companions, you have to do me proud," the girl pointed at the other recruits with a finger, narrowing eyes slightly before the act was dropped and she just laughed, turning her attention entirely to the man at her side. Shifting the body enough for a better view, Melissa then playfully bumped the blonde man on the shoulder to ensure he was looking at her, and then used a free hand to go to his face again, moving a lock of hair to stay behind his ear.

"I'm Melissa," she finally disclosed her name, offering a hand to be kissed as ladies did - even if she was no lady, at least not by upperplater's standards, "And how do I call you, Mr. Secretly First of his Class but Eager for a Kiss? That's just a lot on the tongue, I'm sure your name will be prettier."

[evcryopeneye]

@soldier-lodbrok asked: regress @ Yuffie

Stay. Off. The. Roof.

She’d been told it a hundred times. 

Her father used to yell it at her, her master had yelled it at her, and now everyone seemed to yell it at her. To be fair, they likely had good reasons to keep the young girl off tall places that she could potentially die if she fell off. For Yuffie, it was merely an impingement upon her fun and freedom. 

On the ground now, a foot kicked at the tuft of long grass sticking up between two concrete paving stones. “You’re no fun.” No, “no one here is fun anymore.” At least before she might have not seen eye to eye with her father, she might have been allowed to roam a warzone unsupervised with no intervention, but at least it was fun. 

Being bossed around by adults wasn’t fun. Part of her missed the days of being ignored, at least being left to her own devices she could occupy herself. Being stuck here was boring at best and stifling at worst. 

“Why is everyone so grumpy today? Gods.” Her nose scrunched in annoying and maybe a little disgust. “I wasn’t even sneaking out!” 

[hiislegacy]

[Continued from Here]

Sephiroth could stop himself from finding some kind of enjoyment in those comments and those lingering questions. Of course he had no answer, as nothing was so simple, nor were it easy for the likes of them to really deal with the issues that arose from being in this world of combat for so long. He knew the war was close to it's end, could feel it in his bones, but at the same time it was leaving more and more problems for him to try and fix.

The situation between them being one, and he knew ShinRa would want the other's head for such treasonous acts he's committed against them. Still, even now it almost felt like Sephiroth could still converse with him, almost confide in him, even... He was holding much back on that, at least, still quite tense from any possible fight that may spring forth from this.

"I'm not quite sure you could help with that... This is just...--" His words trailed off, a familiar, dull sensation briefly coming back into his thoughts. The suddenness of it was enough to startle him into silence for a few moments, and he had to quickly glance away, trying to recollect himself with a hand raising up to lightly press against his temple. "Ah-- silly me... Why am I even trying with this...? You know they want you gone, right?" His gaze was on him again, slightly turned his way to watch that face of his.

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[hiislegacy]

soldier-lodbrok asked: "there’s no black or white, only gray." @ any of your muses!

Sephiroth glanced over to him, having been a few years into this war, and he hated every second of it. Yet, the truth in which the other spoke was there, and it was something he couldn't outright deny. That gaze lingered for a moment, before he forced himself to look away, and try to piece together his thoughts. It was a topic he had been mulling over, himself, now that the fighting was becoming worse as the days rolled on. Were he a weaker man, the bloodshed would've ruined him by this point.

In fact, his first real moment of ending a Wutaian's life was just a few days ago, and he was still trying to process that. His hands shook from time to time, so he kept one of them tight on the hilt of his short sword. "That may be true, but... ShinRa cares not for any of it. We're just supposed to do what we're told, as you know."

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[evcryopeneye]

@soldier-lodbrok asked: I hope this can give you a little closure @ Yuffie

No.

No it didn’t provide closure. Not in the slightest. Yuffie understands the point of it though. That Sonon would at least be memoralised in some way, that his name wouldn’t be forgotten even when she was gone. It didn’t make it any less painful…it didn’t make the memory any less horrific. Having to report he’d been killed might just have been one of the worst moments of her life, even though she had left out almost every single detail, and then made it exceptionally obvious she was keeping it that way.

The wound was still too fresh to discuss, even if she was meant to, it made no difference to Yuffie anyway. She’d never been one for following the rules.

She wanted to tell him no. Every fiber in her being screamed at her to say it, and yet she had enough self awareness to know that it wasn’t the right thing to say. An echo of her mothers teachings seemed to be present, that she couldn’t just say whatever she wanted to people when she was angry. “It is…” trailing off, she searched for the right word. “A thoughtful thing.” An unusually opinionated answer.

“I’ll feel better when that hag is dead.” There’s a quiet, calm, fury in her voice. Yuffie had never felt anger like it before, it made her chest burn, the tips of limbs feel warm as she swallowed the small lump in her throat. They were going to die, she was going to do it, a choice had already been made. “Every single one of them deserves to die for what they did to him, and to their own people…”

[hiislegacy]

soldier-lodbrok asked: “Why can I hear your voice inside my head?“, it was a question asked as if he was crazy. But Glenn really felt as if he was starting to go insane. Things didn‘t add up in his memories. There was a part missing, a real big part. Instead he could hear Sephiroth… in a way he shouldn‘t. It was as if he was drawn to the silverhaired SOLDIER, too. That was how he found him - hoping for answers. And he wasn‘t afraid. After all… he remembered holding Sephiroth, when he had almost still been a child, comforting him in his own insecurities and questions. So there was no accusing tone in Glenn‘s voice, not really. „What the hell is going on? …what did they do to you?“

"... Ah. So, you've come, and with questions..." Sephiroth turned slightly to stare right at him, an old friend from a past he could never truly forget. The memories were faint, but just enough to have him lock eyes with the other. "There are too many answers to give, unfortunately. Just know that this world is fated to be mine, my dear puppet. It was written in the stars." His gaze turned upward, and just a moment he looked all-too pleased with himself, as though merely thinking about the future had him filled with a sense of relief.

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[seekschaosmoved]

For Sera:

He didn't know that one - but she was unmistakeably sent by Shinra. A SOLDIER. But Glenn had no idea which type or class. She was... unique.

Glenn stepped back a bit, his fingers tightening around the grip of his weapon. Though he didn't draw it from his back yet. He just shook his head, eyes fixate don her. Why was it so damn cold...?

"They sent you to get me? Dead or alive?", he smirked a little too proud, though then there was a change of tone.

"I don't want to fight you. But I will, if you force me. You can still turn around.... or you can give me your hand. I know what Shinra does is wrong - and you look like you know that, too."

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another day, another time doing shinra's dirty work, it's annoying as hell but whatever, as long they get off her back she'll behave... maybe. sera doesn't say anything at first, instead merely observing the reaction from her intended target—glenn lodbrok—one of the 'first' SOLDIERs, well prototypes of what would come afterwards. still, not someone to scoff at and—recalling details—someone who was close to sephiroth beforehand.

and for that, she'll listen, for now anyways.

"what do you think?" sera doesn't really wait for an answer, her hands still rest at her sides as she continues. "i'm always itching for a fight but unlike some of my colleagues, i know when to choose'em."

she tilts her head at the offer, the idea itself was bizarre—leave shinra? abandon the one place that all she knows? granted, sera is always eager to spend time outside of shinra and its facilities, even leaving the premises without permission if she was feeling particularly rebellious.

still, the idea of being free of shinra's golden cage is something that feels outright impossible and unobtainable. no matter where she goes on this planet, shinra will no doubt follow. how can this one, lone but dangerous, man make that happen? she lets out a laugh, light but also sardonic in its tone. "as if that can happen, i mean... wouldn't that be nice? but i highly doubt that shinra would let me go that easily."

[seekschaosmoved]

⸻ continued / @soldier-lodbrok

there's a reason why he was banned from gambling at wall market, the man had an uncanny ability to maintain a, what the locals call, a really good poker face. yet, even now, it was clear that the doctor was trying not to smile and all because of a gods damn name. he really shouldn't question on why the man named his weapon 'jiggy fam' and honestly, the idea of someone dying to a weapon with such a name is what's causing him to almost break down into laughter.

"were you drunk?" he questioned, raising a brow as he pointedly stared at glenn. "lose a bet even?" those were the only two scenarios that he could come up with. "how many people died to that weapon?"