I'm damn good at it.

“What’s that? Is it anything like a Golden Gaytime?”

❝Well, someone’s looking like shit today.❞

The fact that he could be seen outside of his office at all would have surprised most, but his current state was far more distressing. Despite his suit being as smooth and pristine as ever, his expression rivaled even that of one of Hojo’s experiments with how worn down he looked. To say Reeve looked like he’d been through hell was an understatement.

❝Well, this sucks in just about every sense of the word.❞

He wished that sentence wasn’t quite as literal as he made it seem, but it was. To think he was starting to miss the times when stray lightning bolts and earthquakes were his biggest concern. When the Turk had finally decided to get involved in the action, he found himself confronted by.. He wasn’t entirely sure what they were, at first. Shinra had more than it’s fair share of dirty little secrets, so it was hard to remember every single one at a moment’s notice.

But eventually, recollection does come to him. He’d only ever seen these things in reports. Slightly blurred images from afar, but even those were enough to make him sick. Seeing them up close.. Christ, Hojo was a sick bastard.

Deformed beasts, human in appearance, seemed to flock around him. Both their sight and their stench was unbearable. Despite being out in the open, the scent of rotting corpses was overwhelming. And that wasn’t really a surprise, given that these things used to be people. Victims of Shinra’s inhuman experimentation to create super SOLDIERs for their cause. He may be a company man, but he wasn’t exactly proud of a lot of the things they did. And he could confidently say that this was just another circle of hell that he and all of his co-workers would be condemned to.

❝Shit’s just going off the rails now, isn’t it?❞

The chaotic scenes of just a few days ago paled in comparison to the hell that had descended upon them. The sight of things floating down from the sky was absurd enough. That these things were now actively trying to kill everyone in sight? Yeah.. Not very ideal. Reno had been content to sit this war out and remain on the sidelines, looking out only for his own self interests.

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     it seemed like GPU truly wasn’t playing around. everything had suddenly shifted, the conditions outside now even more dangerous to those who dared to oppose them. and as much as one would prefer to stay in a safe place, Nine knew it wasn’t time to be laying about. she left the club, escaping the blistering heat of Cotes to the foggy terror that now was Archimedes. it didn’t take long for one of the Denizens to find her, taking advantage of her surveying what she could through the mist. in the end, she triumphed over the creature, but it wasn’t a clean getaway. no sooner had she delivered the killing blow did she teleport away to someplace safer. 

            at least, she hoped it was safe.

      the witch barely had time to react when it surprised her and her shoulder suffered greatly for it. dark, crimson blood poured freely from the deep lacerations gifted to her by the Denizen’s claws. it stung and her entire left arm throbbed, heat and pain pulsating with every little movement and she had to bite down on her lip to stifle the hiss of pain. one second of carelessness and she nearly lost her head. the wound thus far served as a painful reminder of just how WEAK she was right now, unable to do much against the NULL.

   even if Nine had successfully teleported away, she hadn’t completely escaped Archimedes yet. strange, considering she never had problems before but…“ Maybe it’s because of this wound. “ mostly spoken to herself. she had no true way of knowing if her blood loss was affecting the potency of her magic or if it was something in the mist. the witch curses, face contorting in pain as she presses her hand against the ghastly wound. I need to find a medical kit soon. but before she can take even a few steps, something makes a noise and Nine spins on her heel, weapon aimed at the ready and gaze narrowing. 

           dammit. “ Come out. You have five seconds. “

@electrifyingturk​ – event s.c.

Thus far, looking out for number one had served him well. He might have gotten sidetracked once or twice due to sentimentality, but for the most part, the Turk was only concerned with keeping himself alive. It was the smart thing to do, after all. Especially for someone who’d been thrust into this situation out of the blue without any knowledge of where he even was or how he got here.

Doubly so now that this place has gone from natural disasters, to freaks who’re actively out to try and kill people. While he wasn’t at peak capacity, his training had prepared him enough to avoid monsters like these, at the very least. As long as he doesn’t run into some bullshit, he was sure he’d make it out of this just fi--

“ Come out. You have five seconds. “

What do you know? There’s some bullshit. The Turk didn’t sense any imminent danger, which was why his body hadn’t tensed up at the sound. And to his credit, it didn’t seem like he’d run into someone who was trying to turn him inside out. Instead, it was someone who looked like they’d come close to being turned inside out themselves.

❝Phew. Not looking so hot there, are ya?❞

“Bold of you to assume I do.”

Priorities when choosing candidates for SOLDIER:

“This implies any of us had a choice to be here.”