#waywardbuster

[badassbarmaid]

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Tifa hummed an old, familiar tune as she wiped down the small bar counter in front of her. Surveying the room around her, she sighed. Below, there was loud conversation happening as the rest of AVALANCHE planned their next moves. Her role was to keep up appearances; no one could know their headquarters was underneath the bar. 

She was happy to do it; while she enjoyed fighting ShinRa scum like the rest of them, she wasn’t as big into the overall violent approach of having to blow u the reactors. Many innocent lives were lost or impacted, but deep down, she knew it was the only way to wake the people up and let ShinRa know they were done being used and abused for their corporate greed. 

Crimson hues fell on a small flower that floated in a stein of water, her lips curling upwards as she thought about her childhood friend. He still seemed a bit sick; lingering effects from whatever it was that ailed him when she found him at the train station that day. Ever thankful that he had stayed for the one mission, she hoped he could see the merit in what they were doing and stay a little longer.

I just got you back, Cloud. I hope you won’t leave again...

[finalhxaven]

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☆ They had hitched a ride with an incoming supply for Chocobo Bill’s farm. Hay, seeds, greens, the essentials for a growing stable filled with chocobos. Tifa enjoyed the familiar scents of wildlife outside of Midgar. The Gysahl greens especially were potent, but she didn’t mind. For all intent and purpose, Nibelheim had been a farm village at the bottom of Mt. Nibel. There were animals grazing right outside town and the smells of outdoor living passed by her window everyday. Maybe that’s what she missed while living under the plate. Natural smells. You never forget where you came from. At least, she didn’t want to.

Everyone sat on the edge of bill’s cart, feet dangling midair as crooked wheels turned along dirt road. They came back from Mythril Mines to Kalm for extra supplies. A few of the bats had gotten the better of them, and it was always smarter to stock up on ailment items before going further into those caves. Barret rested against the hay and Aerith was messing with Materia on her staff when the barmaid leaned next to Cloud and whispered in his ear. “I think someone’s following the cart. Look at the trees. The shadows look weird, don’t they?”

[saviorsequilibrium]

Starter // @waywardbuster

“Something’s not right,” she breathed to herself. She had been wandering her home world as she often did. She was it’s defender - it’s Guardian. She was not yet sure what was off, but the people around seemed different.

With as much time she had spent here, even something subtle would be quickly felt. She didn’t yet bother bare her blade as it lay resting sheathed upon her back for now. For now, she remained an observer as continued walking through the streets. 

[dawnblxde]

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The King had come here with a purpose. Not that long ago, a woman named Aerith had been reborn onto his world with a second chance at life. She couldn’t return to her own world, but he could bring people from her world to visit her. So that’s why he was here. Now to find the one that was called Cloud. Shouldn’t be too hard. From what he was told, the man should stand out. Hopefully this wouldn’t take too long. He walked around the location and looked around.

[reynndiant]

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| 💠 |  Reynn was unsure just where the gates had brought her to, but the malfunction had worried her, and now seeing her surroundings, she could understand why. This place didn’t look familiar to anything in Grymoire. Or... Maybe it did, but still the darkness which countered Grymoire’s cheer was quite a contrast, and it gave her whiplash. 

She wanders on her, hoping she can stumble upon information soon, or someone to help her. She just had to keep calm, right? 

Right! 

A look of determination flashes across Reynn’s face as she nods to herself, deciding she will not panic. 

Just try to think about this rationally. 

Peering into a nearby crowd, a head of bright and spiky blond hair stands out to her, seeming almost... familiar, but... 

“Hey! Excuse me!” Shouting out, Reynn tries to move her way through the bustle, squeezing and slipping and sliding.  | 💠 | 

[valkyriesrose]

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“Yea that’s not weird at all and when do delivery boys,go out on hunts.Then again I don’t think I ever seen you here before.I can tell that you’re definately not from this world.”She grabbed her blade from her sheath and pointed the tip at his neck.”Who are you and why are you here?”