#speedchasing

[mezzomorendo]

The temptation to mess with his application and stamp the "short" square is very strong.

"I'm surprised you didn't stamp 'fluffy hair' but I guess you keep it back so often it's more gel than hair."

[ofgeneticperfection]

It was normal to see Soldiers in the labs, normal for her to give them their monthly injections. What wasn't normal was seeing the blonde who could be rather annoying visiting as often as he has the past couple of weeks. He didn't seem as cheeky, annoying or loud from her perspective. He seemed quieter, timid even and who wouldn't be meeting directly with Hojo? Which was also odd. He often tasked the odd jobs to her, especially these days so he could focus on whatever twisted things he was doing with Jenova.

Something was wrong. It had been gnawing at her for days now. Then again everything felt wrong. The second he had brought Jenova to the Drum it had become a constant descent of madness. As much as she would defend the insanity even this was too much, it wasn't right and it was driving her crazy too. This wasn't the same cruel, Professor that saved her and turned her into what she is today. This was far worse and it tore her apart from the inside out.

Even though she harbored the most of Jenova's cells she hated the being. She could see the invisible strings it held over everyone, including the Professor. How badly she wanted to sever those strings but ever since the escape everything was quickly slipping out of her control. Her connection with Jenova had plagued her with visions off and on for years. But ever since she awoke they were much more persistent, much more painful.

ShinRa collapsing, burning fires, tornados ripping apart Midgar, the Professor, blood on metallic floors. Just flashes of what has haunted her and she knew not what any of it meant. Only that the sinking feeling in her stomach grew stronger by the day. Roche's sudden appearance had caught her curiosity but she was half tempted to let it go until her most recent vision.

A sharp piercing of her mind, a brief flash of what appeared to be Roche whisked away into a swirling mass of black robes. It left her clutching her head and gasping for a breath and a sol question. What was Hojo up to now?

The next time Roche approached those labs he would see the Professor's assistant standing at the end of the hall. A brief flickering of the lights only further set the eerie atmosphere and she gazes at him with those piercing eyes. "Roche.." She slowly takes a few steps towards him. "You have to speak with me."

She wasn't about to let him meet up with the Professor again, not until she knew what was going on. There couldn't have been a more dire expression on her face as she nods towards the propped-open door nearby. Her gaze lingers on him and then she turns to slip into the room with the hopes that he will follow.

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[monstersmade]

Cool green eyes watch as he lingers from a distance, taking in the loud human. Ah, that strange lingering familiarity that comes occasionally - he pushes it aside, it isn't his and unlike Kadaj, he simply doesn't care. He doesn't care about that but he is interested. Interested in the loud human, because he reminds Yazoo of someone he actually knows.

He walks forward, pushing a few people out of his way without looking, without bothering with their reactions - most people go quiet at the sight of the gun in his hand and he likes that.

When he is closer, he raises his Velvet Nightmare, level with the loud human's head.

"My brother would like you. You should meet him."

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[hiislegacy]

[Continued from Here]

A bright-eyed flash of fear raced across his expression, soft features tinged with worry. Concern. He had his own weapon out, but merely for self-defense, and wasn't sure if he should even try to attack. Not yet. "This isn't you! There's something wrong!... What happened??" Cloud was actually not okay with how the other was seeming. He didn't know what was going on with him, but deep down he knew it wasn't anything good. There was a look in those eyes that unsettled him, but at the same time set off so many alarms that had his head buzzing with some excitement. It was confusing to feel that way, as if his very blood was boiling up with said high emotions.

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[herofists]

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𝗡𝗢  𝗪𝗔𝗬  .  .  .  the  gasp  he  lets  out  'pon  seeing  the  motorcycle  parked  near  the  inn—The  gleam  of  the  bike,  every  contour,  every  angle  screams  speed  and  power—it's  a  mechanical  beast  just  waiting  to  be  unleashed. 

he's  practically  salivating.

He  circles  it,  his  boots  crunching  against  the  dirt,  his  fingers  itch  with  the  urge  to  touch  it  but  he  refrains.  It's  common  courtesy  not  to  touch  someone  else's  things    (  even  if  sexy  as  hell  )  and  decides  to  appreciate  it  from  a  distance.  Snow  leans  against  the  rough  wood  of  the  inn’s  wall,  arms  crossed  over  his  chest,  gaze  fixed  on  the  motorcycle. 

Time  trickles  by,  each  minute  stretching  as  he  rehearses  opening  lines  in  his  head.  Compliments  about  the  bike's  make  and  model  mingle  with  inquiries  about  upgrades  and  handling.  Motorbike  enthusiasts  are  a  rare  breed  in  his  experience,  and  the  opportunity  to  exchange  words  over  horsepower  and  the  thrill  of  an  open  road  is  one  Snow  doesn't  want  to  miss.

He  watches  every  passerby,  assessing  whether  they're  the  one,  until—a  figure  approaches  that  seems  to  match  the  bike’s  wild  spirit…

[fatummortem]

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ㅤㅤCloud lets out a light exasperation of breath the second Roche calls him 'lovely'. Spikey he's used to, there's no reason to add that on there. Not that he sees anyway.

ㅤㅤHis body lurching from the friendly smack to his back as his aqua blue eyes side-eyes the Soldier. His lips pressing tightly in a thin line, his expression turning partly curious & part searching for a motive. Even as he keeps a tight leash on his amusement at the other man's antics.

ㅤㅤA soft 'Tt' sound slips out as Roche leans in close, Cloud's upper body arching back. Why did he have to be so close? It makes him Feel uncomfortable in his chocobo blue shirt even as he gets a finger pressed to his lips before he can even speak. He's going to assume those words mean Shinra doesn't know the dramatic SOLDIER is there nor is he planning to set his sights on Aerith. That could change, he could also take up an umbrella to fight if it comes to it.

ㅤㅤTugging his head away from the other's finger, he scowls at him. " When you said you'd be right behind me, I wasn't expecting you to be serious. "

[chthonicsurge]

❝ it seems you know me better than i know myself. ❞

"my abilities allow me to plumb the depths of the human soul," nero murmurs, not looking at the other man as he rolls a coin between long fingers. "and you have all the depth of a puddle. your mind is not a complicated one to know, roche."

the other soldier has been tasked with minding the sable. a glorified babysitter for the hunting dog that keeps straining at the leash. in their short time together, nero has determined that this was a voluntary decision. others recoiled from the idea of working with one of hojo's monsters, but this man did not seem to care for this huntfor sephiroth will undoubtedly put him in the path of the ex-soldier (dubious) that has become something of an obsession for him.

what nero had not yet deduced was the intention of the interest. did he simply want to kill him in fair combat? did he desire him romantically? carnally? the dramatic declarations left nero baffled, but he supposed that is largely because all of those thoughts are one in the same in deepground.

still, nero flicks the token in the air, up and down, up and down. staring blankly at the scoreboard before them. the golden saucer is a fresh hell he would sorely like to leave behind, but as sephiroth tends to be where these people are, he finds himself stuck trying to 'fit in'. how the man beside him thinks he is remotely subtle is beyond him, though to his credit, the blonde soldier has yet to notice their presence. he's been playing the motorcycle game for the past ten minutes, and he can see how badly his companion desires to join him.

catching the coin, the sable whiffs it at the other man's head. not hard enough to kill, but most likely hard enough to cause a concussion.

"if you desire him then make it known. else cease your drooling and allow me to return to our quarters."

[phantasiiae]

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A bright orb of light shoots past Roche's head: a warning shot to not step any further. Sanbreque is hostile to any outsiders, considering ShinRa's constant attempts to build a reactor. As Dion steps out from behind the gates, he squints, arms crossing.

"You're a SOLDIER, aren't you? You tell your masters that any amount of money or troops they throw at us won't change our minds. They will not build a reactor here, do you understand?" While Dion speaks, another orb of light forms in his hand. "Now, you have exactly five seconds to either leave or explain yourself if you have other business here. Starting now."