#argentumexitius

“Let me guess... you’re looking for Buster?”

Angeal’s focus never wavered from his workout, yet he could tell that it was Masamune -and not Sephiroth; there was a very distinct difference between the two- who had entered the room. 

“I’m not quite sure... where he wandered off too.... Sompleace outside... Probably.”

Whomever this stranger was, he honestly looked more like Chaos’ own people -if he was still able to claim them as such- than he did the people around. Either way, one couldn’t just inquire to some random stranger about being an ancient race that was like extinct.

“... Is there some reason you are here?”

{ I have seen your likes and will get you some random starters tomorrow :) I’ve just started a new job and just about finished with training so it’s been eating a lot of my time. Thank you lovelies and I look forward to roleplaying with you!

Send "By your side, till you heal" For My Muse's reaction to waking up in the Hospital, covered in bandages, While Your Muse sits by Their side.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The annoying sound was what brought her out of her sleep. Bright light invaded her vision as Tifa slowly opened her eyes, wincing. Her throat was parched, causing her to cough roughly and groan. There was pain everywhere and she could barely register where she was. 

A hospital...?

He’d been taking steps toward building a “life for himself”, to start something that he could call his own rather than just wish he could remember.  And it was...

Difficult.  The work wasn’t, as much; doing various odd tasks for income seemed generally standard.  He met people, started to get to know the locals, to have more work.  To learn things was important.  Sometimes boring, sometimes interesting, but important.