Feral bitey bastard

On the other hand I'm also partial to the notion of Chaos remaining steadfast in the purpose of his creation: death, working to bloat the Lifestream so Omega can ferry most of the Planet's everything elsewhere on the end of days. Can you imagine AVALANCHE/WRO learning about this thing locked up in Vincent's body? Maybe taking a minute to think on it and realise "hey, this thing's been sharing Vincent's experiences up until now, do you think it can talk?"

Vincent nudging this particular Other Inhabitant forward and Chaos manifests surrounded by the host's teammates, various weapons trained on him should he be hostile. The most pressing of which: the sword Cloud has levelled oh so close to his throat, almost a kiss between steel and flesh.

"We have some questions. And I reckon you understand us just fine," Cloud says, and the WEAPON seated before him smiles, wide and carefree. A yes if ever they've seen one.

And so they question him, maybe for minutes, maybe for hours, sometimes he answers and sometimes he doesn't. And then somebody mentions Jenova, the threat posed, and says "you knew, didn't you?"

And he says yes. To their outrage. Their horror. Why didn't you help us? Why didn't you warn us?

A feather-light tap-tap-tap of claws along the blade of Cloud's weapon. "One day the physical state of this Planet will crumble. I care not how, nor when, only that it does. Why should I assist? My purpose is to destroy."

Demons adding Among Us to Vincent's phone (he gets one in OG SHHH let me dream).

They play it while he sleeps.

Wind up in a match with the Turks.

One of whom is a v good imposter (Rude, probably)

Take an unscheduled break from tumblr in general due to mental health.

Come back to see some changes on the website.

Also that my edited icons have fucked up in their folders.  Again.

@nibelheimraised​ came after my feels with Cloud’s sword ;A;

❝ you were gone . ❞

A truce called in the face of Geostigma’s wreckage, aid given by an unlikely hand.  Proximity breeds familiarity, so they say, and so they demonstrate with the gradual lowering of defences, the softening of words, the WEAPON’s shift from Strife to Cloud.

From Chaos there is no judgement, from Cloud there is no fear, and from their meeting place (the Church) no threat.  A safe space for retreat, for respite, a taste of normal in a world gone to hell and back.  A meal for two, a bed offered while the WEAPON stands guard, body heat shared when the chill of illness takes hold.  The easy fall into routine, unexpected but not unwelcome.

And then the call to arms once more: DeepGround, the Tsviets, Hojo, again, why does it always come back to him?  Not without casualties this time, on their side, his side, where is Chaos?

“Gone,” Vincent says, almost gentle, “returned to the Lifestream with Omega.”

... Dead?  Chaos?  Impossible.

“Bullshit.”

Truth.

~

Seven months, one week, three days, and some hours.  The Church hasn’t changed at all in that time.  Even after another potentially world-ending disaster, another battleground kicked up around it.  What magic Miss Aerith must have layered upon it, for it to survive against all odds.  He lays a hand on one of the doors, only for a voice to bar him entry, drawing him up short like a bolt to the spine.

“You were gone.”

@missionheartcd​ is asking the serious questions:

"do you remember them — the Cetra?" curiosity muted within dark hazels, peering up to luminescent golds ; would Chaos even deem him worthy of his time? the inquiry, even worth pondering?

Do you remember them - the C e t r a?

Twenty-seven cycles of the Planet’s natural order, walking on Her soil, learning and shaping the swell and ebb of Her power with the seasons, death but a distant dream.

All falling as one when She screams, pain pain pain, a grievous wound.  Calamity.  She calls for help and they answer, Her loyal children, they and the Summons both.

“What will you give?”

“Anything.  Everything.”

And so that is what She takes, the bodies of some, the minds of others, the souls of the last.  For an unlucky few, She takes all three, She takes everything.

“Forget all that you were before,” Her whisper, breaking them apart and remaking them whole, “my warriors, my WEAPONs.”

Only twenty-seven cycles.  He should have died after twenty more.

Do you remember t h e m -

"You will obey, my child,” his mother’s voice, his mother’s smile, and the smallest fragment of his mother’s soul housed in the shell of another WEAPON, glittering in its eyes alongside countless others.  Omega.  “You will obey.”

Do you r e m e m b e r -

“Who are you?”

“No-one.”

“What are you?”

“I am Chaos.”

“Whom do you serve?”

“The Planet.”

Do y o u -

A spike of pain drives into the WEAPON’s left temple (where he was struck once upon a time), dissolving the fragile memories Tseng’s question had brought to the surface.  Forget all that you were before -

On one hand: Tseng makes a striking figure to look at.

@dimidiumseras​ is a terrible influence on his impulse control:

"We should go to the movies. And you should spread your wings. I would love to see anyone bitch about not being able to see."

“If you want me starting a fight you could just ask me to grab Shinra by the ankle and dangle him upside down from the rooftop of his own building.  Roast some Turkeys while I’m at it.”

A pause as he hums in thought, tongue curling ‘round the tip of first one fang, then the other.

IMMEDIATELY wants to send Chaos over to do exactly that. By like. Licking their cheek (as he has done with Cloud) or making a mild but infuriating remark (watch you don't trip, I hear it gets you down) or flicking something at them (maybe even a tonberry) or literally dropping in on them (yay for wings?)

Or if he was visiting someone in an office environment (WRO operatives, Cloud, Turks), stealing shit off their desk.

Me: it would be so much simpler if you literally did just chomp on people.

@igniflame​ needs a hug, apparently???

❛  i  don’t  want  to  be  soft  anymore  .  i  want  to  be  bloody  knuckles  and  glass  shards  and  i  want  people  to  be  afraid  of  hurting  me  .  ❜

Threat of a vicious response is hardly a deterrent for the likes of Chaos (no-one needs reminding he’d quite cheerfully headbutt Sephiroth for fun).  But... a casual retort would be a tad too callous after such raw honesty.

When did I develop a trustworthy face?

@igniflame​ has a bee in his bonnet:

❛  i  am  being  perfectly  fucking  civil  .  ❜

@nibelheimraised​ is being a rude little shit:

“ tell me again how age ever helped anyone, fossil. ” 😒

“With age comes wisdom, Cloudypuff.  And a wise man would perhaps think twice before being mouthy with someone more than capable of snapping his spine in half and sucking the marrow from it.”