#endweapon

@endweapon asked: " what do you mean ? " (hi!)

Arms   folded   over   her   chest   and   head   canted   to   the   side.       "What   do   I   mean?   Hmmm    .....            don't   think   I   need   to   elaborate   further."        she   didn't   trust   this   man,           especially   with   his   prying   questions.        

"If   you're   so   curious    ...   search   for   answers   yourself.

if it were up to me, you would’ve been dead a long time ago. ❜ (the politest of exchanges with rufus)

ㅤㅤ𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 crumbled and forgotten in a pile of debris. a legacy lost, fallen from grace ; a future taken and utterly destroyed. with each passing month, more ground gets recovered, each piece of metal another resource for the newly built city ( he's added a few more plans to the current pile reeve has on his desk ) beneath those ruins, monsters - dressed like men - creep, hidden for years and only now being free to roam gaia. it is those monsters that hunt the night, and prowl along streets. even rufus hadn't been aware of what his father had unknowingly funded, unknowingly approved — or had he ?

it is amidst ashes that the promised heir meets man-made creature, he's instantly aware that this is another one that has hojo's signature all over it. they all have the same likeness, they radiate danger. and it seems they know exactly who he is as well, despite the sickness having taken so much of him. he's revalidating, slowly, maddingly slow.

    ❛❛    if it were up to me, you would've been dead a long time ago. ❜❜

there was a ringing in her ear — something that prevented her from fully hearing anything that might've been said. was his mouth moving?  ...  was he even moving? her stomach dropped at the very thought, but she wasn't nearly close enough to verify. footsteps brought her dangerously close.   ❛  uh  ...  ❜   her voice was strained & sounded smaller than she'd like.

﹙ -`♡´-   ﹚   › @endweapon has bought a ticket for the circus :

❛ i'm just a smidge immortal. ❜

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀Ï𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 [ ... ] she had believed in the good hearts and good intentions of all those who had approached her with open arms and jovial façades but not yet had she learnt her lesson from past mistakes. he speaks of immortality as if he was merely commenting on how thunderous and unpleasant the weather had been in the past few days: she is a moth to the flame, lured in by the promise of warmth and pushed forward by the desire to know how it feels, to turn into dust. head cants to one side in pensive demeanor, a single hand raises for no other purpose than to settle her otherwise fleeting gaze onto the minuscule snake tightly coiled around her middle finger ( she does not wish to be seen by him, she does not wish to give him any further influence 'pon her capricious whims ) .

Someone had been here before... and fairly recently if the trail of footprints was anything to go by; where heavy soled boots had skimmed across the ancient dusty floorboards of the mansion hall. 

Of course, Cloud’s eye was drawn by these freshly made tracks, his sights lead towards the broad stairway, an uneasy chill settling in the very pit of his gut -- something... just didn’t feel right here. Though he couldn’t deny that very same chill had clutched at his innards since the moment he’d stepped foot across the very border of Nibelheim. 

This place... it was so very far removed from the home he once knew. None of it was real anymore, save only for this place. How convenient that the ShinRa mansion was the only construct which hadn’t been burned to the ground... 

Strife isn’t sure what had pulled him here in the first place; if Cloud was good at anything at all, then running from a chequered past was certainly it. And he’d been trying to escape his for so long. So why now, after all of this time did he suddenly feel that craving for answers? 

Answers he didn’t think he was truly ready for. 

Still, his own uncertainty didn’t overshadow the fact that someone else had gotten here before him, nor did it kill the curiosity of what he could possibly find within the hidden laboratory of which he had been supposedly held all those years ago; where he’d subsequently lost four years of his life. If nothing else, he deserved to know which parts of him had been left behind here in this very building. 

The aged creak of ancient wood underfoot echoed into the damp chambers of the house as he eventually ascends those stairs - somehow careful not to disturb the track marks left behind by this earlier visitor - as he makes his way to the door leading into the basement. 

@endweapon​ |  "Surprised? You're not the only professionals in reconnaisance and subterfuge. You've never been. But I give you that finding your hideout was a challenge, for a change. Can you guess why I'm here? "

A sigh. There isn’t much more of a reaction from him, as he eyed over the man before him. 

“It’s a safehouse, not a hideout. We aren’t fugitives.” He answers coolly, crossing his arms over his chest. It brings his hand closer to the gun in his breast pocket, so there wouldn’t be so much movement if he needed to draw it. 

“Hmph.” If Weiss hadn’t seen him leaned up against a doorframe in the back, then the huff that’d almost echoed itself through the chapel would’ve been Zack’s giveaway. 

Aerith wasn’t around and Zack hadn’t seen her, but the church itself always seemed to be somewhere the ex-SOLDIER sought simply for the comfort of the atmosphere. That was, when certain people didn’t feel like they were following him.