Feb 9, 2022
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Como que me bajaron ganas de grupal, pero veo que ya como que apenas hay...Y los que hay como que las temáticas no me llaman...Y ademas entra tanto personaje que me abrumo...
No es por darme aires, pero ayer por la noche @p3ach3snplums yo yo arreglamos el mundo al escribir aquello de lo que Leigh Bardugo nos privó en Ruina y Ascenso, y me siento muy realizada por ello.
Starter for @hartbeating
In many ways things have started to settle since Meteorfall. Edge was practically a city now in its own right, not just a hub adjacent to the ruins that still haunt at the horizon. Geostigma, that Jenovan curse, has been eradicated thanks to the efforts of a motley crew and the powerful will of a flower seller. The World Regenesis Organisation has taken full shape, becoming the de-facto governing body to a still grieving world.
Things have started to settle but for the man at the helm of that organisation, things never stop. In some ways, he is a little more unsettled than ever.
It had started back at the W.R.O.’s inception. Reeve, having taken to leadership, began to receive threats on his life. Not too unusual perhaps for someone in his position, no matter how he insists on the title Commissioner, but no less unsettling. He has spent a little time working on making decoys, full life-like suits that could be piloted by you-know-who. Though, if pressed, he would say that the death threats had barely factored in to that idea. More soldiers were being employed by the organisation, a military arm in all but name. Though their purpose was to help keep the peace and to protect the people, not at all to guard just one man. Shalua has been using her skills as a biomechanical engineer for a whole range of potential scenarios, had been crucial in the development of the suits, yet Reeve has not succumbed to augmentations no matter how tempting the concept may have been. The security of the W.R.O. has been beefed up in recent times, because that makes every ounce of sense with a wider viewpoint, and it has nothing to do with an individual’s needs.
There were none who knew the extent of the target that has been painted on Reeve’s broad shoulders, and very few that he would even consider turning to for help. The Turks were an obvious choice, Tseng perhaps would even agree in some cock-eyed version of repayment or out of respect for the man they both once looked up to. Yet all the Turks form a cabal loyal to Rufus, who was in a far more precarious position when all was said and done. Besides, Reeve did not much wish to feel like a mission, a charge or - Gaia forbid - beholden. Whilst he has considered Vincent with more seriousness, for now - at least - the former Turk-come-ally-and-friend is being left alone on his travels. Reeve has also taken to ‘letting off some steam’ down at the shooting range in H.Q.. He knows that he is not rusted, despite not particularly becoming any more proficient, at using a firearm.
All these contingency plans, all these skills and talents of the people around him, were very much needed. However it would rankle Reeve to assume their services for personal reasons. He does not want a bodyguard or to be a nuisance, he just needs a little peace of mind. And whilst said mind has never been stronger in some ways, his body is certainly weaker than before. Each passing quarter he finds himself readjusting the buckle on his belt. So what can he do to balance both body and mind in greater harmony, and who can he trust to help him with this? There was only one person coming to mind - Tifa Lockhart.
On the surface of it she is an unparalleled beauty, a beloved barmaid, but Reeve knows, as do the others, that she is also a highly disciplined, highly skilled monk of martial arts. Having sent her a message and received a reply, Reeve makes his way further into Edge towards the new Seventh Heaven. Pushing through the door, he lingers a little at the entrance, somewhat awkward. Even now, he still feels like an imposter, whiskers twitching slightly in anticipation before he calls out, “Hello Tifa. Are you certain this is a good time?”
Yesterday at good Will thaly and I found a plush that looks just like bread dough moomin!
I love my babies. ;___________;