#thrxxfold

[immunitybound]

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      ❛   Tell me something… why is it, I wonder, that you never bring your brothers to visit?                  The three of you do seem rather inseparable, after all. And yet it’s only ever you who              drops by.   ❜

The answer is seemingly obvious, and yet he’s curious as to the remnants’ reasons all the same. One remnant is easier for him, works in his favour even, given the severity of his current condition. His gaze, while adverted at first, returns to his present company. There’s silence, only briefly, as Rufus pauses for the man to respond. That is until he opts to continue regardless.

     ❛   Surely,  ❜    he muses, fingers tapping lightly against the side of his chair for illustration, 

     ❛   a bound man, such as I, poses little to no threat. You did accept my sincerest                           apologies for the actions of my employees last time, yes?  ❜

[devilreno]

“Do you know what a gunshot wound feels like?” (Yazoo)

50 angsty questions // @thrxxfold​

       The question arises and Reno assimilates it, memories of AVALANCHE troopers, armed with the cheapest way to dispatch a human being, begin occurring on his mind. For less than a cent one can kill someone irreplaceable. Can take someone off the earth permanently, be the one their nightmares lead to. Kill or be killed.

       Here’s the thing, Reno is probably the only one who doesn’t fancy guns. They aren’t his taste, not a weapon of choice. It’s easy to point and shoot but once you’ve run out of bullets, you’re done for. So, he sought a better weapon. Something much more thrilling.

        Another thing why he’s not fond of guns. There’s no doubt he’s been shot before. Although, it doesn’t happen often. He is capable of dodging a bullet, considering his speed. He should have scars here and there. They don’t stop him from proceeding to murder the offender, though. It’s never been a critical shot. Although, he is given a small amount of time to rid the offender of his life before he begins feeling the sharp pain. By the time he gets some morphine, he’d be drenched in sweat and writhing from the pain, and he normally has a high pain tolerance.

       “All I can say is that motherfucker burns like hell. Takes a bit to realise a small metal object just ripped through your body. The pain afterward? You’d probably wish you were dead.”

[rufusofshinra]

@thrxxfold replied to your post: Imagine there was a fight with all the Turks -...

Considering Kadaj did beat four of them—

Split up! The three remnants versus Tseng and Elena (and a bit chopper help from Reno and Rude) and THEN Kadaj beat up Reno and Rude later on his own...

Gotta give him credit for the latter, tho.

 And Rufus didn’t really fight against him at all... considering it only takes throwing a box with a  rotting head inside down a building...

[reapersxfolly]

@thrxxfold​ asked; "Lucky friends you have, how unfortunate you don't share in their fortune." Kadaj's voice was dripping with mock pity. "You can perhaps get out of this in one piece, with her, safe and sound... If you tell us where they're taking Mother."

——Frigid winds echo the fury of the northern crater, pouring like a tangible flood of remorse. How very appropriate, Tseng thinks. Go poking around in the wound, expect consequences. Expect teeth, violence. Expect...      Well, this wasn’t what he’d expected.           And although the breath filling his lungs burned, rattled and rasped, his teeth were bloody and bared.       “That’s a piss-poor chip you have there.” His lips spread, into something almost canine, eyes narrow and cold. “Who knows?”

     Tseng laughed, even through the agony of broken ribs. Closed his eyes. The mission came first, always. Elena knew that. Bargaining for her life... she would never let him. Of all his Turks, she would kill him herself before the mission was compromised. They knew what it meant to wear the suit.

                ( I’m sorry, Elena... )

     “You know—” A wretched cough—”The longer you spend here, the chances of you finding her dwindle...” Lashes lift. “Kill us. Because we aren’t telling you shit.”

[sadistic-second]

👊(Yazoo)

👊 to beat / punch my muse.

This wasn’t exactly the fairest of fights. This wasn’t even really a fight. This was Reno minding his own business somewhere off to the side, chatting up a pretty girl for some information. When he’d first been punched, he’d figured it for the girl’s boyfriend or something. Could have been her dad for all he knew. The punch sent him staggering back a little bit, reaching up to rub his jaw.

“The fu-” Then he saw who it was. Was, there was no way this was his girlfriend. Did he even like girls? Did he like guys? What did he like? And why was he questioning the sexuality of a Remnant of Sephiroth all of a sudden? These moments of hesitation were enough for the other to just start wailing on him and really all Reno could do was block as much as possible while he waited for help to arrive.

[sanguinepeccatorum]

thrxxfold replied to your post: “OOC: A very long time ago I had a DMC4 Nero blog - and lately, I’ve...”:

I run a V blog!

EEEeee! I used to have a V blog - but tbf nobody wanted to do anything with me so I just left it.

[fabricatedsoldier]

@thrxxfold​

☆ ━━━ Cloud has long considered the dilapidated church with its yellow flowers his personal sanctuary--a place little known, near to the breaking point, almost about to collapse from all it has endured over the years. He visits the flowers and takes care of them with his precious free time. He has slept there on the rotting floorboards, nearly died among the shattered, colorful windows. 

But he’s discovered it is not only himself who goes there for solace.

He’s been around the church three times and seen him inside, standing near the edge of the flower bed. The silver-haired man is seemingly just gazing at the plants, hardly moving, standing there in the swirling dust motes and sun rays coming from the holes in the roof.

Yazoo.

At first, Cloud wanted to fight him, rush inside and unsheathe his blade and yell at the puppet for all the senseless battles he caused. All the pain Cloud had to endure over again, because they felt bringing back a fallen angel was a good idea. 

But then, as he watched Yazoo there silently considering the flowers and the fallen pews and all the books that lay open and torn...

He saw something familiar and Cloud merely backed away silently, not even passing the great oak doors.

Then, over the course of a couple of weeks, Cloud awoke to a new purpose: rid the Planet of JENOVA. And who better to find the location of ‘mother’ than Yazoo?

Today, Cloud sees him inside the church again, looking at the flowers the puppet once so despised. 

The fabled ex-SOLDIER creeps into the shadows of the church. Despite Cloud’s boots and heavy gear, he slips into the slumped building near silently, his breath and heart equally still and tense. Slowly, his hand grasps the red handle of his sword, quietly pulling it from its sheath on his back.

The next moment happens in a flash: Cloud takes a few running steps forward, snaps his sword from the hilt and holds it up before him, the silver glinting from the failing sunlight. 

He stands there ready to tear Yazoo apart, his eyes gleaming threateningly.

“Why are you here?” Cloud asks him and his tone is hissing, dripping with an unreasonable amount of hate, lightly coated with a rumble of thunder. 

[ancientblxde]

thrxxfold

if i can drag my cain and abel back i might uwu

Mun: Ooooooh Do it~! The fandom is keeping afloat in a way and there are active rpers on there still. Recently got a Bartholomaios rper as well and he’s been one upping Diet so far which has been hilarious x3