What else can I do besides avenge you? @thecrimsoneyedrepentant - Tumblr Blog

Laguna wasn’t sure how he’d managed to find himself all the way in Nibelheim when he’d been headed the complete opposite direction, but hey if his heart bought him here who was he to question it? Maybe it was fate!

Although he felt like he was tempting fate a bit too much exploring the abandoned mansion… But it was so cool! It would be awesome for a journal article! Or at the very least some awesome photos!

He stumbled across a hidden door to the basement. ‘Just like the movies!’ He thought excitedly. If course the excitement faded when he managed to tumble down the spiral staircase, landing in a heap at the bottom.

“Ow….” He muttered, rubbing his head. His eyes widened comically, “hey, this place is sooo cool!”

He began to explore in earnest, not even the dust making him sneeze could bring down his mood. But tripping over a coffin in one of the rooms revealing a living, breathing body did.

“V-vampire!” He screeched, flailing as he began to panic.

thecrimsoneyedrepentant

The past decade or so had gone quietly as the exTurk slumbered in the coffin, perfectly designed for his self induced comatose-like sleep. Dust had come to settle upon the wooden box in which he called his home, the deafening silence he had grown used to was now serene. Lashes kissed high cheek bones as pallid flesh became like porcelain, absent from the sun’s kisses.

It was few and far between anyone who dwelled in Nibelheim dared to enter the mansion. Typically it would be a few kids, trying and failing to prove their “bravery” as it were. Seldom did any make it past the front door, nor to the basement, at least not for very long. Lashes flickered as a loud series of crashes erupted from the far end of the basement corridor which roused the gunslinger from his sleep.

“Hm? What’s going on?”

The silence that followed put the exTurk on edge. Perhaps the hapless citizen of Nibelheim perished at whatever the crash was that rang through Vincent’s ears like nails on a chalk board. The void he had grown fond of, disrupted. Sighing softly, Vincent dismissed it as nothing more than one more corpse joining him in the darkness. Closing his eyes, Vincent tried to fall back to sleep when suddenly the lid of his coffin was violently removed.

Shrieking, ear splitting, caterwauling made Vincent’s eyes snap open in alarm. Looking up, he scarcely manage to see the visage of the man who dared to wake him from his slumber as he fell back out of sight. A grunt of annoyance erupted from Vincent as he went to move, his speed inhuman as he practically flew from his coffin, gun drawn and pointed it at the brunette’s head.

“Who are you? What buisiness do you have waking me from my nightmares?” Vincent barked, his voice raspy from years of disuse. Crimson eyes glowed like flame lit candles past long, unkempt, sable tresses that cascaded down his shoulders and over a fraction of his face. “Talk.”

#I laughed so hard #Laguna is bae #thank you for the starter sweetie!#and yesssss #au stuff is great

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Slowly but surely a picture emerges from all those blobs of color.

#In the end #all I could do was watch

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“… Neh-” she elbowed the tall man and grinned widely while looking at the rocket that was being build in, guess what, Rocket Town. After all the old man dd’ give up on his dreams… and she was somehow proud of him.

“Do you think things are going to go boom this time too? I bet the old man is driving everyone insane…“

thecrimsoneyedrepentant

Crimson hues fell upon the crooked rocket that was being built in place of the failed launch that had once been a namesake of the little town. It was astonishing, really, that after the rocket detonated most of the towns people were not killed in the aftermath. Perhaps Vincent could at least give ShinRa the credit of giving a short notice evacuation. Looking over to Yuffie, he noted the mischievous look on her face before she spoke.

“I would hope not a second time,” he murmured softly, walking casually forward into the city. “Though, I can assume anything being lead by Cid would be... nerve wracking.”

#ninjaprincessofthieves #thebestgoddamnedpilot #ffrp #FFVII OG

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“He has your eyes.”

#on my other blog too

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#AVALANCHE #the journey #Yuffie #Tifa #Vincent #ninjaprincessofthieves #barmaidtifalockhart #badassbarmaid #themateriahunteryuffie

"I see ya finally crawled outta yer coffin again, Valentine."

“And what a mistake it was.”

#lickmysparkstick #pffft #yes revamp this... vamp

The depths

Gaia, a world in which inhabited the lifestream, exhibited forth peace for the first time in six decades after the tyrannical company of ShinRa fell prey to their own devices. Six, long, decades that robbed the very planet of it's own life's blood. The people who remained alive in the aftermath of Meteor's fall, Geostigma's emergence, Sephiroth's reemergence and Deep Ground's raid would suffer the most consequence. To rebuild an entire planet was exhausting of resources and of spirits.

Snow fell from a veil of grey clouds that filtered the sunlight into a somber dullness, and the howling winds carried forth the cries of the planet and the hymn of those who had once more rejoined with the planet. The air was still, the cold was bitter, and despite the howls of the wind the silence of another living being was deafening. Brass lined boots crunched upon impact with hardening ice and snow that lay upon untouched rocks for seemingly five years.

The northern crater, the scar of the planet, where the life stream bubbled out and released the agonized screams of a once dying planet. The cries were quieter now, mere whimpers in comparison to seven years prior when Cloud and company descended it's depths to confront Sephiroth, the promised one, who was to become a God by effectively killing the planet. Hojo's prized specimen.

Sanguine hues trailed over icy stone and naturally formed passages that trailed to the very core of the impact site. Hidden far below the world's crust, deep within it's bowels, Sephiroth's once human body lay frozen in time and left untouched. Quietly, avoiding to so much as make the slightest of noise, Vincent descended into the shadows of the planet's very core. Inhuman reflex and otherwise impossible senses made the decent far more forgiving upon the crimson clad gunslinger than those who still remained with mortal bounds.

The trek to the epicenter of the chaos that had long since been quelled through AVALANCHE's actions was long, the light that filtered from the clouds above no longer reached Vincent; however, ethereal glow of the lifestream harbored just enough illumination for the man to see. It was eerie, but not in a sense that he felt as if his life were in danger; however, more so it reminded him of the cave in which Lucrecia had become entrapped within the same prison that now held Sephiroth. It was a hard comparison to comprehend, but Vincent could not help but lament on how their fates were one in the same.

Both Lucrecia and Sephiroth were unable to be truly laid to rest.

The cries from the planet began to dull down, an almost ringing could be heard within Vincent's ears that made him flinch for only a moment. The air was stale, damp, and smelled of earth and raw metal. A proverbial coffin deep within Gaia's bowels, it was a fitting and yet undeserved resting place for the silver haired ex general. Pushing through the suffocating darkness, finally, a pocket of unearthly light began to swell and engulfed the exTurk. There, surrounded by the boiling blood of Gaia, Vincent stood before a brilliant crystal surrounded by the wretched fingers of ill formed mako.

"You're still here," Vincent murmured as he traversed closer to gain a closer glimpse of Lucrecia's fallen son. Though, he had never given it much thought, the gunslinger never thought of visiting the crater since their fight to stop Meteor. The man before him was beautiful, in hind sight, and his features eerily matched Lucrecia's so closely that it almost stopped the gunslinger in his tracks. "Sephiroth."

#ffrp #rp-sephiroth #closed rp #here's the starter asdf

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For a split-second, a flash of morose disappointment washed through him. He had held hope that Valentine would become a bit ‘trigger-happy’. After all, that would prove who really had control, would it not? A hum that reflected his mood sounded, and he turned from the gunslinger; completely dismissing his threat.

"The fact you sling words in effort to cause me distress proves just how much you hope that to be true, boy.” In all actuality, the twisted old man rather enjoyed the former Turk’s humanity. For therein lies the mental anguish and self torment.

"Also…the fact that you think such an astute observation would bother me— is quite ridiculous.”

thecrimsoneyedrepentant

Vincent winced and averted his gaze briefly from the professor. The words stung, but perhaps the other was right in his observation. Recalling the words of others who had called him a beast in the past, though he had to be thankful those words still stung him. Mulling over his words, quietly he returned his gaze upon sterile white coat and long greasy raven hair that marred it's pristine appearance. Brow furrowed as lashes fluttered, "What do you want? Surely you wouldn't merely seek me out to insult me, Hojo."

#cerberus-and-sadism #the scientist #I figured a shorter response would be appropriate for now uwu

"Do I even want to know?"

#engineering-robotics #athair-fuar #animus-inspire #dash shenanigans

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❝ I should be better than this. What has age really done to me ❞

thecrimsoneyedrepentant

"Reeve, pull yourself together. "

#factoremfeles #banter rp #poor baby ;w;

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Grimoire had been looking for a sepcific address, the paper in his hand bearing the scirbbling of Reeve Tsueseti. He turned at the voice and a briad smile crossed his face. ”Wait please!” He called after the other. ”Vincent, it’s alright. I’m not a figment of your imagination,” He wouldn’t have recognized the man had he not spoken, he had changed quite a bit to say the least.

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Vincent froze in his stride as the stranger, the utter carbon copy of his own deceased father, called for him to not leave. Crimson cape fluttered in passing and ceased it's snake-like movements abruptly upon Vincent's stop. Carmine hues visibly widened in shock, that same baritone voice that despite thirty years time, he still recalled as if he had heard the man speaking only yesterday. Slowly, Vincent turned his head and hesitantly twisted to once more return his gaze with the strange man before him.

This man was no stranger in Vincent's eyes. That same, warm, smile that his father's visage once sported appeared right before his very eyes again. It was as if his father had risen from the dead; however, the only two who had managed to retain their consciousness from the dead and return were Sephiroth and regrettably Hojo, who was only capable of such a feat through the use of technology and Jenova's cells. The gunslinger remained silent, lips pursed as if he were searching for words to say; however, his eyes held a sense of forlorn and longing within them.

"Who... Are you?" Vincent inquired, his voice soft, barely audible above a whisper. "How do you know my name?"

#sire-terra-corrupt #and here comes the angst

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❝ Vincent I I simply did a wrong turn in the road of calculation. ❞

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"A mere... mathematical error has you this distraught?"

#factoremfeles #banter rp #he really is

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❝ Sh ugar ❞

thecrimsoneyedrepentant

"Hn... It appears something seems to be amiss."

#factoremfeles #Reeve the cutie patootie

Vincent stood still as shock slowly drained away to the back of his mind. Similar navy blue that cloaked the older figure in the near distance caught his eye, along with a brief flash of crimson that veiled the other's neck and was washed away by a wave of familiar ebony tresses. Mouth slightly ajar, the gunslinger tried his hardest to comprehend the imagine in which his sights bore, "Father?" he asked, almost hesitant to call to the other. "No... you... can't be, my mistake."

Quickly Vincent bowed his head and turned to carry on his way, quickly, to avoid confrontation with the stranger.

#sire-terra-corrupt #since I haven't made you a thing on here yet

cerberusandsadism

"I see one specimen that was a resounding success, and he stands ready to tear my throat with eager hands."

The twisted glee that saturated his tone shifted his expression into a calm yet obvious visage of mockery. A self-satisfied contentment permeated Hojo’s aura, and bony hands slid into large lab pockets; his clothing having formed right with him.

"I won’t pretend to know why I was rejected…" The tone that delivered this utterance was full of irritation - for the thing he hated most was lack of knowledge. Intelligent hues narrowed and he straightened his posture.

"You are a monster, Valentine… I made you that way.”

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Vincent halted when Hojo mused about the gunslinger. A 'specimen, that was a resounding success'. Those words echoed in Vincent's mind for a brief moment, the giddiness and pleasure in the other's voice like a grotesque laughter at the exTurk's expense. Vincent, the product of a madman's unorthodox experiments, and the living proof that validated Lucrecia's thesis.

Taking a step back, the proverbial hackles that were raised by the scientist's presence began to smooth. Steadying himself, quelling his anger, Vincent was well aware if he gave into violence he would only be proving Hojo correct. Crimson hues shone past the vermillion head piece that held back a plethora of sable tresses. Bowing his head ever so slightly, Vincent's hand slowly slid away from the butt of Cerberus; however, he remained in a defensive stance, unsure if Hojo would be willing to engage him with violence.

"I am only as monsterous as a beast, but I still have my humanity. Which is less than I can say for something like you, Hojo. You couldn't take that away from me in the end."

#cerberus-and-sadism #the scientist #-gushing-