CAGED BY INDUSTRY, YET ALSO SAVED

;; I am sorry I have been out. I know it has been, a very long time. I just do not have the muse, and haven’t for some time. If you do not wish to stay here, you are welcome to unfollow. I am not sure how long at this time I will be out on this blog. I haven’t seen FFVIIR, and plan to, but same for the recent Kingdom Hearts action. Regardless, I am not sure why Elena isn’t working out with me. She just isn’t.

REGARDING INTERACTION

My other blogs are open for service! I do not have a FFVII verse for her, but I do have my Elrena/Larxene from Kingdom Hearts. She is in a very active status.

I also have my Disney/KH Jane Porter from Disney’s Tarzan, who is also very active. If you do not use Disney or Kingdom Hearts, Jane does have a full fledged FFVII verse that has yet to really be used, and could certainly have use for better construction. I am willing to use BC, CC, OG, AC, and DoC in this verse. So your best bet for interaction may be here.

TDLR; 

The noise was heard before the cut opening—it sounded like something throwing a watermelon or a cantaloupe off a balcony onto the concrete below. There it was written all over his face that determined look of battle—and that thousand foot stare she used to comment on. The blood spattered from a fresh cut on his cheekbone in Elizabeth’s direction onto her face and neck. It wasn’t just any blood—it wasn’t normal it was a shade of purple. A dark shade of vermillion to be exact.

That fucking hurt

Regardless of how a person could try to play it off anytime you get cut like that and have that type of impact it leaves a mark. He didn’t wait another split second she was within arm’s reach and he had the strength and build advantage. She might be fast—but he’d bested the fastest man alive and lived to tell the tale after his involvement with the Legendary Turk. Rikelus ShinRa reached out to grab her twisting his hips and tried to slam her down on the mat and pin her down using a close quarters combat technique that he’d learned for takedowns in the military.

± “Ha!”

Though, she shouldn’t have huffed a vitctorial defeat so quickly, managing a life-saver; almost literally as she avoided a mistake often taken when in close combat, not breathing before hitting the mat. In fact, she hitched one of her knees up, leveraging herself now on feet for assistance than her own wrists.

“I’m sorry. I forgot that we can at times be the sensitive ones.” 

Now, normally would a rookie in training be allowed to comment in a manner with a grin only to follow? No. In fact, something of this would of course, not only bring insult to injury but complicate your future academics and would be on a life-time file. However, she knew quite well at least with him, she could potentially get away with it well scot-free- given, of course, she only did the best of the best of the elites. Now in this position, she wasn’t simply going to easily tap out.

“Whatever shall I do?”

The latter question should have been instead, what would she not do in countenance?

Thankfully, the tensions had meant that she could slip pretty easy too. The room was remarkably hot now. She flipped herself back, using his chin as leverage to manage the turn, dislocating her shoulders to manage her way generally out, struggling to heave him up and over to slam him down again up and over her to be in front of her again, though she wasn’t quite strong enough there yet.

The two would follow Elena’s lead as she guided them out.  They had already spent a bit, but this Aerith sounded like another point of interest.  The two made a mental note of her as Elena suggested to come aboard.  “I…”  Alexandra took over for Silver without a second word.  “I don’t see why not.  It’s still a rather basic design.  We recently acquired the ship and only made minor upgrades.  The previous owner simply had no further use for traveling the space between the worlds.”

± “Don’t mind Cid, really. He’s always been more on the side of a crab-apple. I guess he just doesn’t like chatter too much. Once he used to fly all of the time, but with steady work, I’m guessing it’s been quite awhile. Probably just misses the flight. I think you will like Aerith though. I don’t think she can get mad at anyone, ever. Cid’s pretty worthless on anything magic, so both are pretty well needed. Aerith just gets to go about more often. She seems pretty comfy right where we are.”

After all, not many could hate Aerith. One of the kindest people she could know even. Elena took a nice long look, before finding just where everything seemed to go aboard. The last thing Cid would want is to have to walk in without things in proper order.

;; So I am alive! Yes! In fact, all of my blogs are! I have gone through, weeding anything that was deader than dead across the board and tracked everything I need to properly. I am currently waiting on two replies here, and I have 7 replies to give. I plan to be more active, though with school, it all will likely be queued ahead as I have three other blogs and just started out.

Seeing how the threat was over and done as he relaxed from his defensive position down to placing his true form by his side, he turned to face the female Turk to examine her. Other then a few cuts here and there on her face, she seemed relatively unharmed for the most part and he knew that the Turks needed everyone they could save. Dismissing his true form back to the pocket dimension where he stored it as the wisp of lifestream retreated back to join the rest of the life blood that flowed around then, Masamune crossed his arms as he then raised a slight eyebrow.

The world had very clearly moved on from swords since it seemed guns were the huge commodity that everyone relied on these days which seemed like a waste of time to him. All that ammo and having to reload when you run out, plus when you actually are out of ammo, what then? Perhaps it was a personal preference….or him being an actual sword that he was very biased on what was better. As the blond spoke up, Masamune gazed his attention onto her as he was told to be careful next time as he had almost been shot by her. As if he would have been dead for long but he wasn’t about to tell her that.

“Perhaps if your reaction had been quicker, then your gun would have finished off the monsters quickly instead of my thundaga taking them out. But your welcome either way.” Though after speaking, he raised an eyebrow more at her collecting blood samples which hopefully this new WRO wasn’t like Hojo and used them for their personal gain. As he then heard that she wouldn’t let him go forward with the investigation going on without a damn ID, the blade scoffed as he shook his head a bit.

“You idiot mortals and your IDS. Sorry, kinda lost mine when I disappeared with my master at Nibelheim so I have no desire to go looking in a reactor full of mako for it. And I suppose saying that I worked for the damn company for nearly two decades isn’t enough either, huh?” And after he just saved her ass, she should at least let him help. “So what’s your plan then? Run in there and hope you don’t get into another fight? Cause if you can’t take out simple creatures like this, then how the hell are you going to defend yourself if you stumble across the rest of the hornets nest?”!

± “My job is purely kill off some of these things, or find things that weakens their defense. As we know some have impenetrable skins and others little to known information. We aren’t sent out to kill unless enlisted first.” And probably why she was terribly defensive too. 

“-It’s likely that Hojo doesn’t even fully know all that he has made of some, and the capability. We want to find out before they destroy everything. WRO’s mission is the clean up the mess that former President Shinra left behind. I was getting out of a situation, as suggested to avoid killing until we know more.”

The smaller blond sighed, kicking the stray bullet casing aside. She knew some would see the Turks no more that bodygaurds or messengers, though in a short time, it morphed into many things in one. If something extra was needed, that fell on the development. And keeping the monsters lurking the Deepground was one of those jobs, asides helping cleanup efforts.

☆ ━━━ Cloud relaxes as Elena takes a seat and doles out her woes. This is more of Tifa’s expertise–the barmaid had no issue consoling customers or raving about their latest adventures, whereas Cloud barely has much to say at all.

However, Elena and Cloud have history, one where they have committed too many crimes and blood still lingers on their hands. It’s this shared past that makes Cloud nod to her. Elena has always been the most personable of the Turks and sometimes he wonders if she’s not being dragged along by Rufus, toted into dangerous situations just to have another meat-shield on the field. Sure, Rufus can say he cares about the Turks, but then why is Elena homeless now?

“Surprised Rufus doesn’t care more,” Cloud says a little coldly.

The blonde ex-SOLDIER sees the past too clearly with Elena here. He tries to move beyond it by taking the shiny plastic card from her grasp and setting it inside an empty glass in front of her. Likely kept there for later when she actually has a tab. 

“What’ll it be?” He asks then, more gently. 

± No, that wasn’t he, he just-- What point was there denying a slowly seen truth? It was one thing that kept her going- that things were going to be great. That she would do great. She looked just out the door; the bar was just about the only stable thing running in Sector Seven. The children of the sector would have a home she never really had. She was going to assure that. And a bit of snow and blistering winds weren’t going to stop that. She’d assure that.

The moment she took into consideration, finally got her choice. “I’ll make it easy. Just a whiskey on the rocks.” She couldn’t help just smile just a bit- she normally hated drinking much of the time, but whiskey was known for being warming. Or at least, apparently. Her job paid well, it was just, unlike her colleagues, was thrown into the world with little to nothing. And the only one that could feel that was Reno, though was decently rolling, it seemed. 

Though even he likely had been able to stash some Gil away as he had been working for longer. Though by now in the Turks, no one was really higher than one another anymore. Not after all that had come and passed, and the more to come that no one expected. Finally, she continued.

“We’ll all make it out good. It seems the worst of it all is finally done.” She should have knocked on wood with consideration. “-Rebuild and persevere is all anyone of us can do. No matter the teams made. Besides, you can’t easily hate the time of cheer among us. We can only go forward” A time that we can remember all that was too, lost. Because to forget was only to cause repeated history. 

⸻⸺—        FIVE  SIMILARITIES   .

1. We’re both tiny!

2. We both have decent aim with a firearm

3. We both suffer from sleep and anxiety disorders

4. Can have a serious work ethic

5. Live in major metropolitan areas

⸻⸺—         FIVE  DIFFERENCES   .

1. Her eating disorder is bulimia anorexia, mine is a binge-eating disorder

2. She can stand killing and violence, while I don’t even like action movies

3. She works, while I do not

4. Elena is far more active than I am

5. Elena has her shit figured out, I’m still looking for my purpose

Less than a week, I’ll be back....