#dark starter

“I know this area is off limits to guests of the museum... seeing as it is my home.” he commented, narrowing his eyes as he closed the door behind him, “Now... I’ve already closed the museum for the evening. Now what is it you were planning on stealing from me?” His voice was low and threatening as he stalked closer after making sure there was a firm click from the lock. “Or were you wanting to ghost hunt? I could make it much easier for you to hunt ghosts... if you were one.”

Yandere starter for @edgewxrthmuses but Edgeworth is the Yandere.

“The road to hell is paved with good intentions... isn’t that what they say?” Min’s voice was soft, nothing more than a mumble aimed at no one but himself. Bo just so happened to be beside him, giving a soft hum to the boy as they watched the scene play out in front of them. 

This had been his father’s idea of a training exercise. It was a contract another demon had taken out, but it had fallen upon Min and Bo to go and reap the soul of the person in front of them. Min had no idea what the contract had been, what they’d asked for - all he knew was that the time was almost up, and as Bo shifted into his hound form by his side, the seconds were ticking by fast. 

The hellhound in question gave a growl and as the person in front of them turned, Min knew it was over. This wouldn’t be the first time Min had seen Bo rip someone apart. The corner of his lips quirked up, arms folded over his chest. “Times up.” 

@aonemanarmy

Cid. I know this might sound crazy, but I need you to land here.” Tifa said to Cid, who gave her a look of confusion. “I ain’t too keen on sendin’ ya’ down there, especially by yourself.” He exclaimed, biting down on the bud of his cigarette. He had to give it to the girl. She didn’t know about submitting to loss, nor did she want to. Something to admire, despite his age. Hell, you learn a lot of shit about people you’ve barely know. A light smirk formed on his face at the thought. “I know that, Cid, but Cloud wouldn’t give up on us.” She exclaimed, sighing mostly to herself. “I know how to fend of anything that comes in my way, so you have nothing to worry about.” Tifa assured with a smile. 

“Make sure you get that blonde bastard back here, or else ya’ gonna hear from me.” Cid replied softly, then handing her a few materia. “They’ve been mastered, so you ain’t gotta worry about it.” Cid took this time to steer the Highwind towards Mideel. “Sadly, I gotta let ya’ off by the forest.” 

“I’m fine with that.” 

“Be careful out there, girl.”

With the Materia Cid had given to her, along with her own, Tifa made her way out of the cock pit, and towards the loading deck. She flexed her fingers a bit, before stepping off the Highwind. 

‘Cloud. I hope you’re aright out there,’

Ever since Cloud had been separated from the group, Tifa found herself in the position of leading them to find the blonde, so the end of their goal could be complete. Well, you can’t always get what you want, right? Initially, everything started off smooth, but seeing what calamity everything has wrought before their group, it was something no one would expect: Sephiroth’s return to the living. How could that even be possible? He was declared dead, right? 

‘His sword plunged in the back of the former president of ShinRa.’ And where the Masamune went, Sephiroth wasn’t too far off....

Shaking her head from those thoughts, Tifa trekked into the brush of the forest of Mideel.  

Her feet carried her through the forest of Mideel, but she knew nothing about her destination. All she knew is that she needed to find Cloud. He could be hurt, or hell, even killed at this point. The protectors of the planet roamed Gaia at a means of protecting from a threat that could wipe the existence of them all. 

What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I thinking so negative?

Alex was aware there was someone- something watching him as he forcibly shifted back into a human, his bones rearranging themselves. He was also aware that his howling had turned into screaming. Very painful screaming as his vocal chords shifted. The forest lay hold to a boy who was trying to get air back into his lungs, hair sticking to the side of his face as he shivered. It was the first morning and he had to walk back to town... His attempts to chain himself in the bathroom failed (again)...

“It’s nothing. Stop worrying,” Jugeum’s words were quiet, almost too soft to be heard as he looked down at the gash torn across his stomach. He was pale anyway, but with the blood loss it was serving to make his skin a deathly grey hue. Any human would’ve died by now, having succumbed to the blood loss and for that reason, he supposed he should be greatful that he wasn’t human. But as the effects of the injury began to take hold, he was beginning to wonder whether he was really as ‘unkillable’ as he was supposed to be. “I just... I just need to patch it up a little...”