#notavampirehere

     忠実 || Once again, she was thrust into another situation where she can't even wrap her head around. It was one thing for Shion to be stuck in the past. Now it was another to be in a foreign land. Certainly it wasn't like historical Japan, but... this world... these people... They're different. Ever since she woke up from her dreamless slumber, she's been bombarded with questions about her origin. She reversed time to stop speaking with the annoying bunch, but bumped into this particular gunner. Great, and she can't get away from it even if she wanted to... It would be useless to turn back the clock since she just used her ability mere seconds ago.

“You, uh. You alright in all of that dark clothing over there?” She’d known Squall to wear far too much black for comfortable living on the island, but this guy’s head-to-toe covering made it look like he had to be roasting. “Summertime here isn’t friendly to people wearin’ lots of layers!”

@notavampirehere; the JAMIE DICTIONARY.

魔術 ------ It had been a long time since last she saw him, and it was easy to see that his path had not been an easy one. ❝You look as though you’ve been through the wars.❞ She said, offering him a seat and pouring out a cup of tea for him; it was the least she could do for the weary traveller.

     " W-Who keeps on sniping the Milites soldiers?! " Ah-- So she runs! Deuce, the poor flutist, has absolutely no idea who was gunning her foes during an operation. However, her raw paranoia S C R E A M S that she should keep her legs moving. After all, she could be the next victim.

╰☆╮It appears that this Turks member got lucky to spot the I N F A M O U S gunner. Out of all the places though... it had to be near the hidden command center within the Shinra Electric Power Company! || @notavampirehere

“ I'm not really bad, I'm just made up of bad things. ”

<~> “... I understand that you wear the long, ripped cloak, have eyes that are positively blood red and yes - you were discovered by Strife and his entourage while you were reclining in a coffin. But surely people don’t actually mistake you for some vampire or member of the undead... right?” Surely people weren’t that quick to presume something so silly... maybe.