Lucky Stars

"Cissnei? is everything alright?" Smoke was a common occurance from her house, but an explosion and soaked carpet wasnt a good look. "Oh!! Hey Johnny!!!" The Coalolition Captain spun on her heel, covering the crack in her voice buy speaking quickly, and gesturing behind her to Weiss. " Yes!! Was just testing this guy's skills for our problem! Could you go grab the handyman while we're out for me! Thanks!!!! " She turned back to her silver haired companion and ushered him out. " Ok let's go." The handyman was going to be sooooo mad.

"--- They're picky eaters so just make sure you dont look appetizin; They'll wait for hours to get the perfect meal. If you get tooo tenderized by the Malboro they'll definitely stalk us back to the village. But, don't worry. You'll know them when you see them. They look like they got personal training from a behemoth and took steriods..." One hand to push foliage aside, another to wag a finger in the air as she talked about Monsters. Above the treetops, through the branches, the contorted metal of the ruined reactor waited just as patiently.

It wasn't often that Genesis was on the late night patrol around Midgar, but when he was it was basically always a formality and a way to show that SOLDIER was always watching out for the citizens.

Though upon his patrol route he caught sight of a familiar Turk, pausing in his patrol to offer her a polite smile.

"Isn't that fortunate? Our respective posts coincided today." A soft yet melodic chuckle fell past his lips, catching Cissnei's smile.

"Ah, you finally got the chance to see it?" Despite his best attempt to sound stoic, he couldn't help the note of giddiness that came through. "It's really good, especially the usual interpretation that gets shown. If you're really interested, I could always show you my essays that I've written..."

He'd studied both the play and its source material with great intensity, and he was always looking for others to show it to.

Genesis always had that airness of untouchableness from afar. The handsome mysterious! The heroic stride! The charming allure of a intellectual implied sadness!-- Or at least that's what those in the Genesis Fanclub liked to talk to about.... " Do you have my contact information? You can send them to me, or my personal, or drop them by general affairs if some are still handwritten.. " the thought entertained her about how they'd comment knowing someone got their hands on something from THE Genesis's personal collection---not that she lurked in their forums!

Aerith has always enjoyed children's company. In the slums, especially after Zack's disappearance, they have given her so much comfort. Because they are always so pure, they always speak their mind, unlike most people. because she met Cloud, Tifa and the others, Aerith was selling flowers in the streets of Midgar and playing with the children of the Leaf House. It wasn't much, but it made her loneliness at least more bearable. And there was also the Turks who were always around, always watching her. Aerith never hated them, though. They never gave her a reason to do so. She can't approve all they do, but she cares for them, somehow.

"I didnt really get a lot of training and schooling for like.. the pretty things or home ecomonics and all that. I only learned how to set a table when I got my own place out here..." Shinra wasn't exactly domestic by any means. She knew how to polish her weapons and tuck them into bed but children and a welcoming home was a different story. Her open door policy was an excuse to kep things bare and simple, but now it was just kinda sad to walk in compared to when she got invited elsewhere...

     It's an ordinary spectacle to see the soldier running about in utter distress,   when it wasn't his mentor putting good use to his energy,   he's most likely in a state of panic either for forgetting something essential or the possibility of running late,   a fault Angeal had lectured him so often about and just when he thought had gotten better at it,   there he is blazing through the halls like a storm,   and on what better day than on Egg shmuffins !    Darn it !   He and Cissnei were looking forward to it all week,   or rather,   just hanging out sometime that didn't include them having the stale meals packed for them on the road.

Cissnei scoffed pompishly, taking a step forward , in front, of him in a dramatic sweeping gesture. Chest puffed out, hand flew to her lapels, fingers across her shirt. She glanced back up at him, wagging her finger now.

"You're aware of the... Rumours.. Surrounding Director Lazard's parentage? I want to know how far those rumours spread and how strongly people believe them."

They both knew it was more than a rumour; Lazard had hidden the tracks of his history fairly well but it didn't help his façade that he was almost the spitting image of his half brother.

"I trust you have a good reason?" He asked, straightening to approach her. If it was some of the others, he would expect it - but Cissnei was one of his most punctual.

His mien kept losing on visible emotions with the flow of conversation. Despite his best attempt, he couldn't and wouldn't hide his increasing disappointment. The two-toned pair of eyes shifted over the kitchen counter utensils and stove to what she labeled food. A discontent hum rumbled in his throat. Even with the breeze from outside, he could still feel its scent bothering him. It did deserve snark for that insult, so he shrugged her explanation off in a tone as cold as could.

These questions are not meant to be a means to bash anyone or other ships or topics but rather informative for those asking.

What ship do you wish you could write more for?

Favorite themes to write?

How long have you been rping?

What are some fandoms you were in before?

Do you gravitate toward certain characters?

Are there characters you wish you could write?

Any ships you won’t write?

Any character you have played out of your usual type?

When do you usually do most of your writing?

Pet peeves?

What is on your wishlist?

Do you write in complete silence? Listening to music? Watching something?

Is there an order to what you answer first?

Asks or threads? Which do you prefer?

Are you a ship whore?

Who is your favorite character who you do not write?

Favorite character you have rped?

Short, medium, or long threads?

Slice of life or plotted ideas?

How do you get your muse in the zone to work on asks/replies?

Favorite thread?

Are you easily distracted when doing replies/asks? Or are you “in the zone?”

Draft threads or word document?

Have you made OCs before?

And so was hers. She'd wished she never asked him. His brows creased at the order but he valued efficiency over wasting time explaining to her how no one could tell him what to do. Before she could drawl a breath in her air pipes to stop him, he'd already drawn his gunblade in one hand and prepared a Watera-spell in the other, splashing the epicenter of the smoke cold and shooting the window open and sending glass shards flying to the earthen ground outside. Pathetic. Should've invested in bullet-proof ones. At least he didn't have to worry about adding seeking medical attention for smog poisoning to the list of things he was here for.

"AH." Scream. She couldn't stop him when she realized his intent. The panic broke in her voice, with a choking attempt at anger. When was the last time she raised her voice? It cracked as she tried to lunge, arms out. as if she had ANY power to grab and stop him. "H-HEY !!! N-NO!! What are you DOING —!?" The damage was done. Turning her attention toward the kitchen, aghast at the damage to the wall and her stove. At least with the window obliterated, the bulk of the smoke wafted through gapping hole. Cissnei snapped her head back to snap at him, fists lifted. " Why did you---?"!

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Cissnei froze in place. she brought her clenched hands close to her chest. The smoke was thinner, but the heat from the steam from this stranger's water stunt filled the silence with a soft Kkkksssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhh. THIS WAS THE GUY? HE DOESNT EVEN HAVE A SHIRT ON. " YOU'RE?! the guy they sent? Okaaayyyyy...... " He's here like 4 hours early!!! " .........Right, cool! Uhhhhh " We can work with this. No problem. Play it cool,girl. In an attempt to save face ,she fidgeted and straightened up , curling her hand behind her ear. If he did arrive this early after travel then he wasted no time cutting through the greenery instead of getting lost among the trails. Awesome, that meant more monsters closer to town later. Thanks dumbass. She put her hands together with a clap then opened them in a small greeting motion.