Mahkohime's Musings

((Love seeing you so active on my dash, keep it up Rev 💜))

Galian starts making biscuits on the ground with excitement and gives a happy trill every time you kiss him. He butts his head into your hand and your face continually demanding attention because he is a handsome boy, and he wants you to keep saying it.

(Can you tell I'm having a manic moment? lol don't mind me💜)

The Pacific Trust sent representatives to Disney with authentic textile samples that would have been present in ancient Polynesia. Two major materials, tapa and pandanus, are the basis for most costumes in the film.

“Because the materials are natural, they tend to be more structured than a fabric. How they move on people, and how they move when wet is different and it’s important to get those things right. For Moana’s costume I knew she was an adventurer, a voyager, and the costume had to reflect that. I added a slit to the front of her skirt, which ended up working technically as well. We work very closely to the animation department and the simulation team. Whatever outfit she wears needs to be historically correct, it needs to have materials that are accurate to the history, and it has to allow movement.” 

Galian, what conditioner do you use? How do you get your hair so luscious

Society holding a gun to my head. Don’t say it Rev. Don’t say it.

Me: ………..Squirt

“Do you know why I pulled you over?” is a trap. It means there’s a good chance the officer doesn’t actually have a good reason to ticket you, and is trying to get you to waive your 5th Amendment rights and incriminate yourself. If you make a guess, that’s a confession of guilt.

Which involves him standing around in a pitch black lounge waiting for Cloud to show up so he can murmur a soft little "surprise." at him.

Tseng called all the suspects but everyone protest about Reeve being here.

Because no, he can't have killed Hojo Tseng, I mean look at him, he smile to his co-workers, gives them cookies and he's making cat plushies?

Him a murderer?

(Plot Twist: Caith Sith is the culprit)

*A briefing room is packed to maximum capacity as a crowd of employees from various departments are squeezed inside*

Tseng: I’m sure you’re all aware why I’ve called you here. Professor Hojo was found dead at the bottom of the 20th floor stairwell at 0600 hours this morning. The examiner’s report points directly to foul play. You are all the prime suspects, and I know for a fact that one of you here pushed him.

Sephiroth, raising his hand: Why am I here? I haven’t spoken to Hojo in forty eight hours.

Tseng, reading a document: Sephiroth, it says here that within the last forty eight hours, you were overheard recounting to multiple people how, quote: “my ultimate dream is to play the cello at his funeral”

Sephiroth: Oh, right. It turns out I can’t acquire a cello on such short notice

Tseng: My god.

Reno: Hey, wait a minute! What about me? And Rude? And Cissnei? And all these random suits from every single department? And—hey! *pointing toward the back row* That’s Aerith in a fake mustache!

Aerith: No I’m Bob from HR.

Tseng: That’s Bob from HR, Reno, let it go.

Reno: !?

Tseng: Every individual in this room represents someone who’s been made intensely uncomfortable in Hojo’s presence to the point where they would actively seek revenge.

Sephiroth: Alright. Myself I understand, Hollander I understand, and certainly the Turks. But why poor Director Reeve? Doesn’t the man deal with enough around here?

Reno: Yeah, good point! Leave Reeve out of this, he’s innocent! He wouldn’t hurt a fly!

*A collective murmur of agreement ripples through the crowd of suspects*

Reeve: I confess, I don’t understand why I’m here either, but I would be more than happy to cooperate with the investigation.

Tseng: Reeve. Reeve. Just last night in the executive lounge, you told me, quote: “Ah’ll rip that greasy old bastard’s spine clean out through his throat if he interferes with my projects again, so help me God!”

Reeve: That wasn’t me! That was Cait Sith!

Tseng: The mechanical cat was completely powered off, and you were holding it like a ventriloquist doll.

Reeve: Still! That’s a separate entity! I have absolutely no control over what the robot feels in its mechanical heart!

Tseng: Right. Well, in my possession, I have a flash drive containing the high-def security feed from the 20th floor this morning. All I need to do is plug it in, and the truth will be revealed.

Reeve: Well, go ahead! Let’s see it! We have nothing to hide!

*Tseng boots up the projector screen. The grainy security footage flickers on. Hojo is seen casually walking toward the stairs. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a giant plush moogle sprints into the frame, and the tiny cat riding it executes a flawless, mid air roundhouse kick directly into Hojo’s lower back, sending him flying down the flight of stairs*

Tseng: SEE?

Reeve: But that wasn’t me! That was Cait! Oh, bad cat! Terrible, autonomous machine! You can’t just assassinate the head of the Science Department!

Tseng: Reeve, I genuinely respect you as a colleague, so I’m going to give you exactly thirty seconds to confess and legally attribute this to a robotic malfunction.

Reeve: It must’ve been! All I know is that early this morning, Cait Sith was talking to Sephiroth, who was detailing a deeply horrifying experiment he endured at Hojo’s hands and expressing a wish that a brave, heroic entity would sneak into the labs and end the professor’s life to free him!

Tseng: Sephiroth. So you were an accomplice and the direct catalyst for the murder.

Sephiroth: No. This morning, I wasn’t myself. I was temporarily possessed by the ancient, primordial entity that speaks to me in the dead of night from the depths of my mind. That’s who was speaking to the robotic cat.

Reeve: See! So we’re both entirely innocent here!

Tseng: So, to recap... neither of you contributed to Hojo’s death. Who’s actually at fault is the autonomous, toy cat doll that you mentally control to feed your repressed rage, and an entity living inside Sephiroth’s psyche since birth. Do either of you see what’s wrong with that sentence?

Sephiroth: Not at all. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have exactly forty minutes to source a cello before the funeral.

Reno: I’ve got a tuba you can borrow.

Sephiroth: Close enough.

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Painstakingly human/dorky things Sephiroth has said during press conferences, and the desperate ways the Shinra PR team had to completely spin them to maintain the mystique:

• What Sephiroth said: “I like cats. They’re my favorite animals, actually, very sweet :)”

How Shinra reported it: “GENERAL SEPHIROTH DECLARES APEX FELINE PREDATORS HIS PREFERRED ANIMALS TO RIDE INTO BATTLE”

• What Sephiroth said: “My morning routine? Hm. I suppose I take some time every morning to meditate a little. It’s soothing <3”

How Shinra reported it: “THE PRICE OF PERFECTION: Sephiroth reveals the rigorous, ninety-minute meditative discipline he undergoes to mentally prepare his spirit for the battlefield”

• What Sephiroth said: “My favorite unconventional food? Hm. I really like raw onions, actually. They make my eyes water, but I endure it as they’re quite flavorful in salads.”

How Shinra reported it: “SEPHIROTH REVEALS CELLULAR IMMUNITY TO BIOLOGICAL TOXINS”

• What Sephiroth said: “Genesis, Angeal and I went to bakery in Sector 8 yesterday. The baker let me try a sugar cookie shaped like a star, and it was quite good. I praised her recipe and told her I’d come back every Tuesday.”