#verse: ff7

[hacker-codeq]

@lupumiucundis continued from here

Q raised an eyebrow as he looked over the blonde. "Breathing is technically accurate, though you don't seem right in yourself." He pointed out. "Come inside and have some water before you leave?" Q offered, not pressing the issue but it would be a good opportunity to check on him. Not that he was really any of Q's business anymore, and had no reason to even trust him.

[strykingshot]

@badassbarmaid

Kat smiled as she walked over to the bar and took a seat on a stool. “Well, I could use a glass of water if it’s not too much trouble,” she said as she reached for her bag that contained her gil. “I just moved down here from up top and I was told you might know some people that could use some help with repairs.”

[diverse-hearts-ocs]

@bishonenprince asked for a Halloween Starter

"...still can't believe I was talked into coming to this thing..." He sighed lightly as he gazed one more at the costume he was wearing. His sister had taken way too much joy in dressing him like a witch, complete with a rather overgrown hat that kept half sliding down his face, and a dress that was difficult to walk in. She'd looked so pleased with herself that he couldn't find it in him to refuse to go along to this party. It wasn't as though he cared much about how others saw him... That was until he realised that Sora was there. Now he just wanted the ground to swallow him up. No one had said he'd be there! Maybe he could just blend into the crowds before he was seen...

[diverse-hearts-ocs]

@bishonenprince continued from [X]

It might be the slight panic from suddenly finding himself stuck in a damp, dark, cold space that was making him lash out for no reason, but he wasn't about to apologise either. It didn't care what the other man said, it could all be a lie for all he knew...but the one annoying truth was that they would have a much better chance of getting out of there alive if they happened to work together.

"...is that why your down here? Get lost while you were running?". Cause that was why he was down there, but he wasn't going to admit to such, holding his hand out and allowing a small flame to form in the palm of his hand. It did look as though they were on the other side of a small cave in though - annoying, but at least they were alive and currently safe from any monsters that may be down here.

"So...what should I call you?"

[unforestalledreturn-a]

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

|| an assortment of dialogue prompts || Status: OPEN!

Life after the collapse of the plate on Sector 7 plunged the denizens of Midgar into chaos. The dust had only begun to settle and ragtag groups calling themselves rescue teams had already rushed into the unstable wreckage to find loved one's and other survivors. Others, fled. Beyond the megalopolis walls, into the rural highlands where they could lick their wounds and at least try to put their shattered lives together. No one questioned a strange face any longer. The silent comradery was a shield that protected Genesis from answering any questions, and after the dirty-faced farmer and inn-keep checked him, he took some time to brood at the fireplace. Behind him, some of the other guests were drinking, loudly, easing aches both inside and out. ShinRa was a hot topic of late as was AVALANCHE, that eco-terrorist group that apparently was responsible for this most recent catastrophe. Not that Genesis could say whether he cared or not. The plate had broken many ShinRa facilities, Deepground, and his prison, being one of them. Lives were lost, but lives had long since just been numbers to him. The two drinking men gossiped and laughed, encouraging the other to become more and more bold with their grievances. "You'd think ShinRa woulda stopped them terrorists. How many reactors got blown, and now a whole plate? Nothing like they used to be." "Nah, not since Sephiroth defected. Guy went crazy and burned down a whole village-- all downhill from there." Genesis stiffened, dull, cloudy eyes flickering over his shoulder. Nibelheim. You will rot. Ah, ironic. Genesis had already lost count how many times the Lifestream had spat him back out, a horrific ping-pong match between the operating table in Deepground and itself. Denied a final rest, to be reunited with all that was lost. Maybe there, those cherished two were still waiting. Maybe, they weren't. He couldn't blame them. In truth, Genesis was fixated on the conversation behind him that he was otherwise entirely oblivious to his surroundings, or who he was actually facing in his eavesdropping. Undoubtedly, the expression he bore was not one all too pleasant, borderline murderous. "--maybe the guy wasn't so great afterall. Maybe them Wutains had it right with the silver devil thing." Gripping the leather arm of the chair facing the fire, he quite nearly rose. But he was stopped. The person he had been unwittingly making faces at had spoken, and like the SOLDIER he was in the throes of furious battle, he snapped to attention, all the nearly unbridled rage bearing down on that innocent bystander. It was a young woman. Familiar? "..." He let out a short exhale, the most he could to let the boil of his blood settle. "Nothing at all." He lied, plainly. Causing a disturbance now was not in his best interest. His time in Deepground had been draining, and to lose his opportunity for shelter and much needed rest was the more rational way to look at things. Focus on the girl. Drown out the rest. "I know you." Genesis stated, eyes narrowing. Perhaps it was not the best line he could have stated if he well and truly wished to remain dead in the eyes of the public but it was the price to be paid not to draw even further attention to himself. "Where?" It was not a question, but a demand, one of urgency, almost a threat. More a hostage situation, if one thought about it.

[diverse-hearts-ocs]

VERSE INFO - GARTH - FINAL FANTASY VII

One of the few Ancients to still live, he hides his connection to the planet as best as he can. He isn't known by anyone other than Aerith, who is his half sister, though they hide this fact from others.

He lives in the sector five slums, within the orphanage, tending to help out people where he can as well as helping others to watch over the orphans that gather there.

He tries not to use any of his abilities, using a fake materia to mask his use of magic if he's pushed into using it.

[thronelessprince]

"Reputation? I have a reputation?"

|| Questioning Sentences, Vol 8 Status: Accepting! At first, the blonde merely blinked up at his Turk, slow, perhaps offering a moment for Reno to come up with some excuse or take back what he had said. But when the time allotted for such penitence expired, Rufus merely shook his head. "For better, or for worse, you have one." Now, the assessment did not speak to Reno's true competencies, but there were times that certainly left one to wonder where skill ended and luck began.

[thronelessprince]

"If he's such a threat, why not eliminate him?"

|| Questioning Sentences, Vol 8 Status: Accepting! "AVALANCHE still serves a purpose." Came the blonde's simple reply, fingers interlacing. "Both the splinter and main operations offer us discretion to accomplish what is necessary for the inevitable transition." He spoke as though patricide were no more interesting than discussing the weather. Not only no more interesting, but as inevitable. "The splinter and its leader take focus from the board to address. Eliminating him prematurely would allow for introspection. There is no need to increase chances of failure. And, should ShinRa's new policies continue to provoke AVALANCHE, we will then take action." It was not so simple as a game of chess, one side versus another. A queen of one could serve an unseen party, a king replaced, sides changed. And whoever failed to adapt in the changing tides of power would be the ones that drowned. "Naturally, should Mr. Wallace threaten us directly, he is not so important as to evade neutralization entirely."