ShinRa

Who loves Before Crisis/Crisis Core? I do! And occasionally I get the itch to shove all the Turks into one image like this, as a tribute to Shinra’s glory days… the days already gone by by the start of the original game timeline.

First image created for Patreon earlier this week. Second is from 2012, third is from 2011, and fourth is a redraw of the third, from…2015, I think?

Of course, BC states a few of these Turks operated so secretly their existence was unknown to even their comrades, but can you imagine the get-togethers they would’ve had? Most badass department represent!

"That's the thing ... I haven't been able to dig up anything. It's weird." Her hand went to his as his arm draped around her shoulders; muscle memory. In a way she was guilty she didn't have more intel for him. She was one of the very, very few who knew his surname and Freya was acutely aware of the trust in that.

People came and went from the direction of the Shinra building and Freya had to marvel at how little the researchers agve a shit; they walked through the streets in their white coats with IDs dangling from lanyards around their necks, or on their belts. This area of the upper plate was purely residential and completely safe with troopers and security grunts stationed at every other corner, but still. Some kind of switch between work and home was healthy. Keep that shit in the walls of the building.

"He's from a village called Vadelobos between Cosmo Canyon and the coast of the western continent." Beyond that continent was Wutai, and the Turks had enough marks imbeded in the enemey land, they would know of this researcher is he resided anywhere close to the country.

so what the hell was this new guy hiding?

it wouldn't be the first time someone had tried to infiltrate the science department. every so often, a do-gooder took it upon themselves to try and expose the big-bad-company for its shady business. but normally, there was some thread to tug on that tied them back to some splinter cell.

"You can talke to the gods, but if they talk back then get yourself a doctor." The words were usually laughed out or said with some kind of humour, but Freya couldn't muster that as she sipped her coffee. It bothered her how little she could drag up on this new researcher too.

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐕  .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐕 .    NSFW

“Why did you throw me an icepick? I said throw me your gun. Where did you even get an icepick?? You’re fucking fired.”

DevArt

"I tried to shoot a gun once." It was a wild and sudden admission, though Aerith's tone was deceptively mild. Like she were commenting on the weather or what food she might like to have later on.

"It was a group of us. Henry's dad worked in Public Security, and apparently his dad did something a bit naughty. He took one of the Shinra issued handguns and brought it home. Don't think they're supposed to do that." she shrugged. "So one day Henry stole it while his dad was on duty. Set up target practice with scrap metal and paint. One shot each, that was the rule. Best shot got to decide what we were doing all Summer."

There was far more to the story of this girl, but Freya knew she wasn't on the need-to-know-list about why Tseng was so invested in the surveillance of this company asset.

Sitting on the fence to the training arena near the house with all the flowers, Shotgun swung her legs and listened to Aerith's story, watching some kids race away towards the orphanage. Chewing on the inside of her lip, she weighed up the options left to her; her mission was to ensure Aerith made it home safely. She didn't have to interact or anything else, but it felt wrong to leave the flower-seller hanging after she shared that story. Not that Freya could empathise truly; she had grown up in a hunting house and with guns all around her.

"I can't remember the first time I held a gun; my mom and family are rich hunters," she almost said 'from Mideel' but cut herself short. Too much information. "I like it, it suits me ... but I think it takes a lot for someone to admit they don't like guns, especially in this world surrounded by them." Freya left out the fact that her mom didn't approve of her joining the Turks and becoming Shotgun ... and that they hadn't spoken in years. So yeah; guns could ruin lives, definitely. "You have your own opinions and feelings, and well done for sticking by them."

Who loves Before Crisis/Crisis Core? I do! And occasionally I get the itch to shove all the Turks into one image like this, as a tribute to Shinra’s glory days… the days already gone by by the start of the original game timeline.

First image created for Patreon earlier this week. Second is from 2012, third is from 2011, and fourth is a redraw of the third, from…2015, I think?

Of course, BC states a few of these Turks operated so secretly their existence was unknown to even their comrades, but can you imagine the get-togethers they would’ve had? Most badass department represent!

' he's lucky i was partnered with your SOLDIER-boy. ' reno murmured back on reflex.

pushing himself away from the parapet he'd been leaning against, reno stepped forward to follow freya's glance down at the empty mako tank. in hindsight, it was probably a better tribute to the past than the memorial that had stood at the centre of edge. the mako tank stood testament to the world before meteor, and still stood now ... a marker of what they could never go back to.

' — nah, y'don't. ' reno shook his head at freya's mention of an apology, lifting his arm from the wall and softly elbowing his former colleague in the ribs, a trademark smirk in place when she looked up to him.

Home.

Now that made her scoff inwardly at her choice of words; that was something she had never truly had. Mideel was home only in her recruitment dossier. Her mother hadn't wanted her joining the Turks, and had their relationship had never mended since then. Midgar had been a home of sorts, but only because the Turks had been there. That small house in the village on the other side of the Planet had been home for a while too, but only because of the people around her. People were home.

"I do though," she leaned into the elbow and looked up at Reno, falling into old habits of craning her neck to look up at his much taller frame. Balto, Judith, Alvis, Emma ... they all knew her and vice versa, and she trusted them implicitly, but Reno had been the one person she had relied on in the company. Until she had left with the others.

"It was never you I worried about Reno," it had been Shinra. She had seen too much to wipe the slate clean. Done too much. "- but I should have dealt with that fear differently, not blindsided you."

feel free to change pronouns, etc!

“ she says he’s dying.”

“ we’ll have to stop someplace.”

“ if we don’t stop soon, we’ll all be dying.”

“ i’m just hoping the law got as lost as we did.”

“ i found a place where we can get some shelter.”

“ it ain’t far. come on.”

“ get that fire lit, quick.”

“ bring in whatever blankets we have.”

“ see what we got in terms of food.”

“ __’s dead.”

“ there was… nothing more you could’ve done.”

“ what are we gonna do? we need supplies.”

“ well, first of all, you’re gonna stay here… and you are gonna get yourself warm.”

“ i don’t see what other choice we have.”

“ they may be okay, we don’t know.”

“ we lost some folks.”

“ now, if i could… throw myself in the ground in their stead, i’d do it. gladly.”

“ we are gonna ride out and we are gonna find some food.”

“ we’re safe now. there ain’t nobody following us through a storm like this one.”

“ we’ve been through worse than this before.”

“ we may be here for a few days.”

“ stay strong. stay with me.”

“ we ain’t done yet!”

“ alright, we’ve got some work to do.”

“ well, we ain’t run into them yet.”

“ hey… i ain’t had time to ask. what really went down back there?”

“ get yourself indoors. you need to rest that hand.”

“ i’ll live.”

“ we need you strong.”

“ ain’t sure what we’re gonna find out here.”

“ we have to try.”

“ stay close.”

“ this goddamn weather.”

“ can’t believe we lost __ too.”

“ you’re the only one i can rely on to stay strong right now.”

“ wait, is that someone coming towards us?”

“ i’m glad you’re alright, __.”

“ yeah, well, don’t talk to me about crazy.”

“ i’m glad you’re feeling so good about it.”

“ it ain’t much, but it’s shelter.”

“ sounds like quite the party.”

“ i am very sorry to disturb you.”

“ now, friend… i ain’t asking for much.”

“ please, i am… kinda desperate.”

“ we need the essentials. food, medicine… whiskey.”

“ you should eat something now, get your strength up.”

“ i don’t really want us to split up.”

“ well he started it!”

“ i’m gonna break your neck!”

“ i don’t know any more than that, i swear!”

“ i don’t know anything else… please… please, spare me.”

“ i promise you won’t see me again, partner.”

“ i won’t breathe a word to nobody.”

“ get the hell outta here. go!”

“ you let him go, huh?”

“ now, it is gonna be okay. i mean you no harm.”

“ we need to get out of here, and quick.”

“ you are safe now, and… you can’t stay here. you come with us.”

“ we’re bad men, but… we ain’t them, so…”