& INFERNAL.

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daemonusdea:

   Shoulders come to roll, the Intoner huffing out a release of tension. An unforeseen battle was always irritating, but such was the misery of her existence. No rest for the wicked, they said– and wicked could barely even compare to her rotting carcass, how dreadful she was. Perhaps not as dreadful as she thought, once teamed up coincidentally with a mystery of a man who should have aimed and fired at her as well…Why didn’t he?

        The sight of her isn’t a friendly one, spatterings of gore dotting vividly about the stark whiteness of her clothing, dripping in thick tendrils off her blade that’s none sharper than the lone eye she blankly pierces into him with. A silent unease, she seems just as ready to strike should the moment shatter– but her brow merely furrows as he offers his thanks and pulls his weapon beneath his cloak. After all that, did he garner even a shred of trust in her-?

     “ You sure you should be so chummy? It was all luck that I was needing to kill those bastards, too. You could’ve been the next one I slaughtered, and to be honest I’m still thinking about it. “ That cruel voice stays even, languid in spite of everything. At least she’s relaxed, for now, head turning so her eye can look him over. She clicks her tongue and breathes a huff of amusement through her nose, unabashedly looking to those sharp reds of his.

   “ That’d be a funny new concept– - the man who met Zero and lived. “

          “ don’t get the wrong idea. i consider you no more a friend than you do myself. “ came a voice as rough and raw as gravel. her animosity came as no surprise to vincent ; who’d only greeted it with a brief shrug of his shoulders, ivory teeth ( sharp, and pristine ) gleaming as golden gauntlet rose to tug at the collar of his cloak. he harbored no desire to pick unnecessary fights, however, if it came to be what she wanted - he’d have no choice but to oblige.

         “ an even more humorous one would be the slaying of a man who cannot die. “ he’d echo, albeit somewhat bitterly ; the curse of immortality having long ago soured upon him. destined to lose your friends, family, and loved ones ; time and time again. it was a fate he wouldn’t wish on even the worst of his enemies -- and here he was, stuck with it.

         with their ... greetings, out of the way, there was little left to discuss -- and as he went to turn on his heels, the sudden, irritating realization that he hadn’t the slightest clue of his destination came barreling forth. with a small, inaudible sigh, he’d prop a hand against his hp, hidden beneath his blanket of crimson. “ you know anything about a ‘ cathedral city ‘ ? " he’d inquire, fully aware that with no real incentive for an answer, it was unlikely he’d get one.

[faremises]

cool? hmmm… i guess that’s just the way i am, sorry.

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                    @daemonusdea // s.

          crimson orbs flicked from the sight of the now tarnished bandit camp, riddled with the corpses of it’s former inhabitants, to the woman, cloaked in ivory, that stood directly his opposite. his firearm hung lazily at his side, fingers clutching, loosely, but still maintaining a trained enough grasp to make use of it, should the need arise. ❛ ... ❜ he struggled, noticeably, to grasp for words - unsure of what to say. or what could be said at all in this situation, really. the two of them were not allies. they weren’t even acquaintances. this was their first, and likely only meeting, whether it were to end peacefully or not. 

          ❛ thanks. ❜ he’d eventually mutter, quietly, and concisely - so much so that it were nearly inaudible. the firearm he wielded, vastly different from any weapon he’d seen wielded in this odd, depraved, war-ridden world, disappeared beneath his tattered, crimson cloak, out of sight and seemingly out of mind, for the time being. a good deal of his facial features remained hidden and guarded behind the trusty garment, as well.

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23-wishing-flowers:

Just as soon as he had finished telling her that Cloud was no longer himself, her smile disappeared from both her lips and her eyes, and her head lowered a bit as her arms returned to her sides again. Then, she shook her head in disagreement. “Cloud is still there. I know he is. He’s strong.”

Her smile returning, though a little faint this time. “You’ll see!” She wasn’t naive in thinking that him hearing her voice would bring him back instantly. But she believed in his strength, so much. Maybe it would take a while, but he would return.

..Is that why the Life Stream had, essentially, coughed her up? Then, furrowing a brow, she realized as she followed Vincent, that maybe he did something to cause her return. He didn’t seem overly surprised to find her there, alive. She mostly doubted it. As far as she knew, once a soul was returned to the Life Stream, there was nothing that could be done to retrieve it. But still, she had to ask. “Was it you, that somehow brought me back?” As she trotted a short ways to be at his side, her head tilted again as she attempted to examine his face.

          vincent observed her unwavering, steeled resolve with emotion akin to wonder. golden, armoured fingers curled into a loose fist, as he glanced down at his empty grasp -- a reflection eerily similar to what he’d felt inside of his heart greeting him. VOID && without purpose. ❛ ... you’re strong. ❜ murmured the gunner in a gruff, gravelly tone; crimson gaze lifting to lock his sight with her own. she reminded him so much of lucrecia, all those years ago. strong. focused. loving. cloud was incredibly lucky, even if he hadn’t realized it yet. to be given a second chance like this was nothing short of a miracle.

          eventually his shoulder would sag, somewhat, briefly, as he turned on his heel - lifting a hand, afterward, beckoning for the ANCIENT to follow suit, to be led back to where her dutiful knight in shining armour would be waiting. ❛ i had nothing to do with it. perhaps the lifestream believed you had a greater purpose to serve. ❜ his throat felt incredibly dry and uncomfortable ; the reclusive man long ago tossing aside any will or desire to converse casually with others - thus what little he had done was already beginning to take it’s toll.

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egg?

❛ … egg ? ❜

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23-wishing-flowers:

Her reaction was delayed by a few seconds, as she gasped in surprise and flinched in the direction of the voice. “Oh, Vincent!” She looked around, visibly shaken, while shaking her head a little, in disbelief. “I shouldn’t be here.” Her hand was curled in a loose fist, hovering above her chest as her mind tried to process what was going on.

Clenching her jaw as a shiver ran up her spine, she began to wade through the water towards the familiar face. Her eyes darted from side to side, seemingly staring through everything in front of her, as though she were recalling an important memory. “It was something important– I don’t remember it.”

And then, as if she hadn’t just began to experience the start of a possible panic attack, her hand slowly lowered back to her side, as she turned to face him directly, casually placing both of her hands behind her back, with a warm smile. “It’s great to see you again! How.. How is he? ..Cloud.” Even just speaking his name, her smile grew.

          ❛ you shouldn’t. i shouldn’t. cloud shouldn’t. despite that we are here, now, walking these plains. ❜ all beings who should’ve long ago been whisked away within death’s cold embrace - and yet here they were ; fulfilling something far greater than their own lives. or so they were forced to believe to keep themselves sane. pale lips would pull taut, gaze flicking in the opposite direction to avoid those cheerful eyes and warm smile. he knew they wouldn’t last ; he was all too well-versed with the looming dread and heartbreak that awaited her. the immortal would turn on his heel, torn, scarlet cloak billowing behind him as he lifted a single hand, motioning for the ancient to follow.

          ❛ i will not feed you false hope. cloud is... no longer himself. a broken man ; brimming with mako poisoning. you’ll see with your own eyes, soon enough. ❜ came his final words before he was on his way, muttering softly about their destination being MIDEEL. he knew the weight of his sins to be something he’d never be freed of ; but perhaps this would give him something. he was not so foolish as to believe hope would resurface within him, but... so long as he could prevent another situation akin to the one he’d suffered alongside lucrecia, vincent would be content. surely the ' gods ‘ couldn’t -- wouldn’t pull such a heartless trick a second time. 

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drgfyre:

they all have their fair share of sins, don’t they  ?  these harrowing, wailing ghosts that claw at the minds of the slumbering until they quake as the lands do with the archean’s rage; cracking and splintering till naught but dust and dirt remains. it’s the price to pay for the weight of gold in hand to feed a starving mouth and to survive, no matter how it irreparably blazes the soul to charcoal. features twist into a grimace, steel-clad palm attempting to scrape away the ichor that stubbornly clings to the sliver of flesh between her sleeves and her shoulder.  disgusting, disgusting, disgusting  !!   “  depends on what kind of weapon you’re lookin’ for, to be honest.  I suppose I can be your good samaritan for the day, not like I just saved your ass or anything. I might know a guy or two who could hook you up if you’re lookin’.  ”

          ❛ saved me ? ❜ he’d echo her words silently ; an incredibly faint, almost inaudible trace of amusement ribboning his speech. the thought of a man who couldn’t die needing a saviour was a humorous one, but, he supposed she had no possible means of bearing knowledge regarding his CURSE. bright eyes would flick to the night sky, observing the sinister shroud that encompassed everything with an almost troubled stare. despite being someone who’d taken solace in the dark for so many years - being exposed to one so unfamiliar and malicious was unusually jarring. ❛ one capable of tearing the very fabric of this world asunder... ❜ metallic digits would clank against one another, idly, as he waited for her to continue ; offering a slight nod of his head in her direction, to enlighten her of his waiting.

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drgfyre:

if there is anything to be said about daemon’s blood, it’s that it stains and irritates the skin; stinks up a storm. like rain, it falls and taints the wicked earth beneath their feet and the stench is but a reminder that she will be DRUNK ON BATTLE and the lust of it will pound ferociously in her ears.  that takes care of that, does it  ?  muscles burn and beg for mercy and reprieve, yet as she pivots on the balls of her feet and fixes the gunner with a L O O K, her eyebrow shoots into the cover of her fringe. ah, she’s deadly, she is. vicious when necessary, like a cat that’s got the cream when unnecessary; to which does he refer ?  her grin or the ferocity with how she handles her spear ?              “  depends, you the man who’s payin’ me  ?  ”

          ❛ fair enough. ❜ he’d remark silently, nimble digits of gold curling into the fabric of his cloak, briefly, eyeing the jagged - and now stained cloth with distaste, before returning his gaze to the woman that stands opposite him. she reminded him of someone ; the thrills of battle seeping out of her very pores. it was a bitter sight, one that resurfaced memories of his sins, and lucrecia’s SCOURGE - sephiroth. with guttural sigh, he’d part his lips to speak once more. out of necessity. ❛ ... then how about a nudge in the right direction. surely you won’t charge for that ?  i’m seeking information on a WEAPON. ❜ he knew it was vague, but trust was close to non-existant with vincent ; especially with someone as deadly && experienced as this lancewielder. enemies were the one thing he didn’t need, right now.

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                                        @23-wishing-flowers // s.

          ❛ cloud will be quite surprised by your resurgence, to say the least. ❜ his voice was low and rough as gravel ; observations echoing within the brightly lit room. him having come across the ANCIENT was pure coincidence - deciding to pay visit to her final resting place not out of mourning ( for vincent had long ago grown numb to such things... or so he tried to convince himself. )  but instead curiosity. if he would feel anything. for her, for cloud - for any of their companions. colour him surprised to have come across the freshly awoken and resurfaced form of one aerith gainsborough, amidst his travels.

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                                             @drgfyre // s.

           ❛ well - are you going to explain ? ❜ rang the gunner’s gruff tones ; previously wielded firearm disappearing beneath the confines of scarlet cloak. his eyes were cold && piercing as he glanced over the woman, expectantly -- brimming with both curiosity and distaste at the sight of the foe they’d just felled dissolving from existence. having been a former TURK and subject of hojo’s experiments ; vincent’d seen things. unspeakable things. but nothing as grotesque as what he’d just witnessed.