#dreamsembrace

Suddenly, Sif throws herself forward, lurching into a full sprint and kicking up the snow around her. Due to her size, she might bury a few cars behind her while sprinting towards one Zack Fair as fast as a bird can fly, but if she notices she doesn’t seem to care.

She knows her friend is a lot more durable than the average human... but surely she plans to slow down and not collide with him at full speed...

...Right?

@blackmagi

("Aw, look at this. They're all bright and colorful, I love it!")

The tools would probably look out of place with the rest of the style of the kitchen, but Anda didn't seem to mind. The peaches were all taken and put in a bowl, too. And the note said this was from--

"JUDAR!?"

...

" J U D A R ? ! ? ! ? ! "

Well. That wasn't who they expected to get a gift from.

("...Man, that was really nice of him. I mean it's totally to get me to cook stuff for him, but, still.") ...

if one could consider fighting for your life MERE BUSINESS.

the monsters have begun to grow cocky, lurking not beyond the city's borders, but also ENCROACHING on what could be considered the citizens' personal space. barret can only assume it to be a NATURAL progression, a side effect of spirale's people being cordoned off in a variety of different locations and public transit crawling to a standstill. TROUBLESOME, to be certain of, particularly as his intended destination is crawling with the beasts.

he's managed to hide well enough so far, but there's a UNDERLYING fear, a darkness creeping in. barret has always learned to watch his back, hometown being a small backwoods place one could SCARCELY believe shinra actually wanted to touch. for all his cautious behaviour, the element of surprise could and would rear its ugly head. for as he cautiously avoids the lumbering steps of great beasts, the FAMILIAR sight of steel glinting in the winter sun catches his eyes —

❝hey, where'd you get that sword?❞ he asks without much thinking. barret wouldn't let it on how PROTECTIVE he is of cloud, but the sight of what he presumed to be a UNIQUE weapon just nearly sets him off. nearly.

It’s like seeing a ghost. The last time he saw Zack Fair he was dying, having been defeated after he made Zack promise to destroy anything that caused suffering. Angeal was that, had always been that, a monster in disguise despite his SOLDIER mask.

Angeal had died believing that, which is what gives him pause. He wants to call out to his friend, his fellow SOLDIER, but the note he left him on is not a positive one. Still, it would be cowardice to ignore him, so he steps forward.

Just what was this city, anyway? "So this is where you've been this entire time." Her expression is somber, rightfully so. Everything feels like such a whirlwind, her feelings especially, and her heart that now threatens to drop to the pit of her stomach. She had told herself years ago that she was over it, over everything that happened between them. Seeing him like this though...it brought back memories of her youth and most importantly time spent with him that she would always hold close.

Aerith doesn't move from where she stands, though her legs are noticeably wobbly. Whether or not that's from the heat or from her current emotional predicament is something she isn't sure of, though.

DON'T THREATEN KIDS SEPH WTF

thisbytchfastyeet

this kids got bigger balls than you do

amoirsetpacis

eat shit @ sephiroth

“Yeah, that’s water under the bridge..Zack.” Cloud was doing his best to keep the conversation casual. Now that he was taking this situation at face value, everything had become a lot easier to grasp; including the ‘dead’ friend in front of him. Instead of trying to push Zack away, Cloud was going to embrace his presence. After all, long ago Cloud considered him to be one of his best friends. That didn’t have to change now, did it? 

Sure, Cloud had been through more than Zack could’ve imagined, but...he wasn’t the one responsible for any of it. In fact...Zack was the one who tried to protect him, until his dying breath..

“How dull.” Monoma sighs to himself as he looks at the pile of junk that the thrift store happen to have. In all honesty, he was looking for another pocket watch for himself to collect. Something about having time at the palm of your hand was satisfying, and a way to keep track of his own abilities. Though there wasn’t anything around here that would catch his interest. Very disappointing.