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crimson-elegy:
Vincent allows the quiet to stretch between them as he often does. Given his inclinations, given his recent work with the WRO, Vincent has found these are more seasonal meetings than anything else of late.
They are both long-lived. Barring unforeseen circumstances it is possible that they will persist even when the World Regenesis Organization is no longer necessary.
They are keepers of its memory. Of their friends’ memories, moving forward into a yet-unwritten future.
But there is, occasionally, room for mischief.
“It isn’t up my sleeve.”
Again without inflection, even if there is a glint of teasing humor in eyes slanted outward toward the horizon, an echo of aloof disinterest. He folds his arms across his chest, and the movement of his shoulders lisps the crimson fabric of his cloak back somewhat, revealing a drop-pocket belted to his thigh.
Nose height. More or less.
“Have you eaten?”
“Not recently,” Nanaki answers, an ear flicking briefly in the direction of Vincent’s voice. He is still looking off in the distance in search of dignity. There are traces of green snaking their way through the bones of the fallen city before them; the earliest beginnings of reclamation and regrowth. Leeched and wounded, their world nevertheless has a remarkable capacity for recovery.
Abruptly misplacing his patience for the charade, Nanaki suddenly rises to his feet. Dart-quick (realistically, not fast enough, but he knows Vincent will let him anyway), he shoves his snout up against the flap by the man’s thigh. He pulls back his lips to snatch out a fragrant strip of dried meat between his teeth. Salt and spices.
Valiantly, Nanaki tries to chew his food instead of just gobbling it down. His attempt to mimic humans’ table manners doesn’t always work out so well. In retrospect, Bugenhagen could have better prepared him for the weird looks from his companions the first few times around...
“Save you the trouble of offering,” he says with a huffy laugh through his nostrils. “Always prepare snacks in advance? They are appreciated.”
Nanaki 》 @labratdog
Sometimes he sees things in the flames. Distinct and recognizable shapes taking form as the Cosmo Candle produces flare-like bursts of even hotter fire. The figure of a woman, her open hand reaching out from above him before flickering out into nothingness. Embers crackle and die as they’re carried by the wind.
Secret things, hidden things- All around, alive and living.
Everyone else had retired for the evening, but he couldn’t get the images he’d seen within the caves out of his mind. The vengeful specters of the Gi tribe still fighting a war long since lost. Seto, the great warrior, still guarding all who would call the canyon their home. He had left as asked to give Nanaki and his grandfather time to speak of the past, unable to help remembering his own complicated emotions involving his own father.
As far as he was concerned, Claudia had been the only parent he’d ever known. She’d gotten involved with an outsider, some drifter who wasn’t from the mountains. Just as quickly as they’d settled into a peaceful life together, one day he just disappeared. The other villagers were always whispering about it, casting their sidelong pitying stares for a woman who was still waiting for her husband to return.
Cloud was happy for Nanaki, being able to look back at his bloodline with pride and respect for his ancestors rather than scorn. It had been an important point of growth, something he was silently grateful to have been a part of.
All of the memories, moments experienced, and battles they had fought together seemed to stretch on endlessly, yet also felt as through much time hadn’t passed at all. If his younger self had been told he’d be traveling the world and trying to save the planet, he would have never believed it.
The mistake is his, to try and grow up too fast. To have passed judgment so surely, to turn his chin up and believe he knew the full story. Hubris.
No, in the shadow of Seto, his father, he is a mere whelp.
But like his father before him, he would protect his home. Cosmo Canyon. The Planet. Traveling with Cloud and his friends, he hopes that he can earn that title. Son of the warrior, Seto.
His heart feels so full of pride for his father's bravery he might burst. Nanaki lifts his head from the ground, a single eye hooded against the blazing flame and the cinders of warmth that dance out, then disappear into the deep darkness of the night sky. Cloud seems lost in thought; his eyes reflect only the light of the Candle, but he supposes the human may be seeing something else entirely.
"I wish I had known the truth sooner," Nanaki finally says, tossing his mane. The beads and bells braided into his fur chime softly with the movement, as though admonishing him. "But it was there the whole time. I just never bothered to try and find it..."
He angles his head to look up at Cloud properly. "Thank you for coming with me to the cave. My family will not fade into obscurity. I'll make him proud. My father fought our enemies alone...but I have the help of my friends."
@heavensfists -- “Guess the cat’s out of the bag, eh?”
“Very funny.”
They say puns are a sign of higher intelligence. Red has his doubts.
It might appear that the gig is up, especially with them both watching with bated breath as a uniformed security officer walks right up to them. Humans could choose to be willfully ignorant to even the most strange phenomena; a theory he puts to the test now while meeting the officer’s inquisitive stare with cool indifference.
The seconds tick by in tense silence, the collar of the uniform is starting to feel itchy, and his tail is starting to feel cramped from where he presses it close behind his back.
“...Woah! You must be sweating under that uniform. Remember to stay hydrated and drink plenty of water!”
The man claps him heavily on the back and the panic shows on Red’s face for a split second when he nearly loses his balance. He feels equal parts relieved and appalled. “..Th-thanks...I will.”
“Good!”
And off the enemy marches, with nary a worry...
@crimson-elegy --
“Nothing up my sleeve, sir.”
Flatly delivered, utterly deadpan, it is not a lie. Whatever it is does not exist up his sleeve. It smells fresh, though - salt, spice. Something edible.
Vincent knows that the other can scent it, sure as he can, vastly different from the settling, sprawling remnants of the city beyond their vantage.
He keeps a straight face regardless. Not a twitch.
A single golden eye narrows up at Vincent, then drops down to the ambiguous section of his arm where the so-called ‘nothing’ exists. Reflexive, quick, his tongue darts out to sweep away the fresh coating of wind-blown dust over his nose. Better than licking his chops, but some instincts cannot be helped.
With all the hyper-focus of a a very interested and very peckish cat, Red still has his good eye focused on that same point on Vincent’s arm as he stalks up to the cloaked man. Against the musty canvas of a wasteland, the smell is absolutely tantalizing...Yet not entirely irresistible, if his pride has any say in the matter. He stops short a couple feet away to drop down on his haunches and look off into the horizon with an air of disinterest.
Asking would seem undignified, not that his clearly piqued interest does him any favors. “Nothing smells a lot like something.”

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@bigbrawl-- “You trying to scare me to death?”
"Only if you want to be deathly scared." The main contributing factor to his 'stealthiness' is less so effort on his part and more so the fact that some humans limit the observance to their surroundings to their immediate eye-level. There has been too many occasion where his paws have almost been crushed underfoot.
His nose wrinkles as he steps past Cid and looks back at him. He can smell nicotine and cigarette ash clinging to the man's clothing like a second skin.
"Instead of looking up all the time, sometimes you might want to look down."
All Dogs Go to Heaven 2 (1996) Sentence Starters
“Something happened. What’s wrong?”
“You contemptible canine.”
“Jeez, what a hothead.”
“Ah… keep the quarter.”
“Now I know why they call it eternity.”
“Remember ____. It never hurts to play the game.”
“Sorry, sir. You can’t take it with you.”
“Wait a minute. Ain’t you dead?”
“It’s all part of the basic package.”
“It’s too heavenly here.”
“I may have done the crime, but I can’t do the time.”
“You’re my ticket to fame and fortune.”
“Maybe you can do something besides make a nuisance of yourself.”
“Trash, exhaust fumes, graffiti. We are home.”
“Classy place. They check for worms.”
“ Hey! What am I? Invisible?”
“If you want someone to buy that sweet talk, that you guys all love to spout, baby, count me out.“
“Go call somebody who doesn’t look like me.”
“____, my heart is beating a million miles an hour.”
“As long as I’m wearing this baby, I’m flesh and blood.”
“You trying to scare me to death?”
“What’s the catch, old man?”
“Feels great to be back in the flesh.”
“I didn’t recruit you for such entry-level wickedness.”
“It’s no secret that you’ve cheated and you’ve lied.”
“You’re an amateur but heaven knows you tried.”
"It feels so good to be bad.”
“I’m not naming names but someone has to pay.”
“I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’m not keeping an eye on you.”
“It’s so, so stirring, I feel like purring!”
“Give up the keys.”
“Nothing up my sleeve, sir.”
“I will always be with you.”
“This isn’t about trust.”
“Guess the cat’s out of the bag, eh?”
“Quiet! Or I’ll have your tongue.”
“Enough stupid pet tricks.”
“I like your spirit.”
“He wanted the bottom of my shoes or something.”
“Hey, guys! I worked a little magic.”
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fair: 27, she/they.
rules:
don't care about length. i may or may not match yours.
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i'll drop off the face of the earth every so often. please don't harass me. if i feel comfortable doing so, i may share my discord.
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