#limitbreakcr

          one day your luck would run dry, Edward --- if one could ever sneak a peek at the boy’s past and then still be able to put “Edward Elric” and “lucky” together in a same sentence. but, yes, it seemed God was particularly MIFFED this fine day, and would stop at nothing to see prideful alchemist put back in humble place; what with stumbling upon a circle for human transmutation hidden deep underground, and not only one but two assassins for hire to plant further scars-to-be on his body (and, yes, he was bold enough to assume he’d live through such wounds to begin with), and absolute strange strangers with a mark of Ouroboros, and---

          of course --- the one book he really wanted was out of reach; peeking down at him from the very top of the shelf, silently defying him to grow wings && go up there to fetch it --- either that or to grow a few inches taller. both seemed equally improbable. what was Edward Elric, however, if not RESOURCEFUL? taking the chair he’d been sitting on, he brought it closer and climbed on top --- et voilá! one point further for science, even if, in the end, he did not reach for the thing all the same, though for different motive. namely, very characteristic sensation of being stared at, and for good motive as it was considering the little uncanny display.

‘ what? never saw someone who can’t reach the top shelf? ‘

SPEED:  I mentally / physically write slow, and sometimes real life gets busy. I also have a chronic fatigue condition which can affect my ability to think (cognitive fog, gotta love it). I have been pretty quick by my standards recently and I am aiming to keep it up as best I can. If you haven’t seen a reply to something in over a week, happy for a poke to see where I’m up to. And if it’s a really long time, please do message as I’m also quite bad with organisation. 

REPLIES:  I tend to get carried away into multi-para but that’s not a requirement in return. I do prefer at least a few paragraphs to work from, unless it’s an ask or something very light / cracky.  

STARTERS: As I’m so slow, and have a fair amount on already, I will probably only do starters after talking to people first. If you come up with a starter after discussion, I will certainly respond as soon as I can. 

INBOX: Feel free to fill up my inbox with asks, memes headcanons, messages It’s all good, and sometimes it’s all I want when I can’t do the plotted stuff for whatever reason. My messages here are always open and i’ve got a disco. 

SELECTIVITY: If you follow me I’ll likely follow you back if you’re a RP account for FFVII. Please note that this is a side-blog to my main account: Ask-Reeve-Tuesti. My speed and ability is the only thing that keeps me from saying open because I have to be selective in order to manage. But I’m a very open roleplayer and love all kinds of different interactions. 

WISHLIST:  Unlikely, but an Elmyra (and Marlene?) to RP Reeve consoling her after Aerith’s death. Equally unlikely a Bugenhagen to figure out more about what an Inspire potentially is. Anything with a Rufus that gets into the grittier or politicking side to their relationship. Most folks post OGC in the formation period of the WRO. It would be great to have Veld back in Reeve’s life too.  

HONEST NOTE: I really love crack and silly shit in amongst serious plotting, so please send some of that my way if ya’ll fancy it! I consider myself to be friendly and inclusive, honestly up for anything. I do not squick or scare easily at all, and very rarely is anything really off limits for me after discussions. However I don’t tolerate bigotry as a person in any form directed to myself or others. Likewise drama. I just will not engage. If I’ve done something to upset you, please communicate. I usually am happy to change anything.

Moving along with his cane in hand, Edward made his way down the street. He felt so miserable - just how had he ended up there again? He knew where he was due to the sounds he could hear and the smells around him: Edward was back in Shamballa.

His hair was down and about his shoulders he struggled to move. His body ached, he had been battered upon entry to the world. His clothes were dusty as he had been walking forever -- if that cart ever came by like last time...he’d be saved.

His eyes were a sorry sight - that was why they were wrapped. The glass had scarred his sockets and flesh near his eyes, the fire had burned. The crash had been monumental and it was never far from is mind.