#ofdeference

"Not only do you have the most lines, but you get bonus points for filling out the form 'creatively'. Remind me not to piss you off, though, holy Hell."

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     “Nothing beautiful can ever come of what we are.”

The President was dead. And about time, too. They had been waiting and waiting for him to kick the bucket. Well, perhaps not all of them at ShinRa had been so eager to see him fall. Heidegger and Palmer had been shaken by the whole affair. It was certainly shocking, that AVALANCHE had killed the President and attempted to do the same to Rufus. The story had been perfectly crafted to throw anyone off the scent. To make sure that AVALANCHE were painted in their due lighting as monsters. No one outside of ShinRa needed to know what happened that night. With the death came the beginning of a new reign. There had to be an end, a closing out of this chapter so that they could move onto a brighter, better future for ShinRa. Their new President was clever, and perhaps a little bit like her. It was why she liked him so much. Scarlet touched up her lipstick, smoothed her hair, which she had left down over her shoulders, before placing the wide brimmed black hat over it, and brushed a hand over her dress. It was as much a celebratory gown as a mourning one. With ShinRa on high alert after the security breach, each of the board were being escorted to the funeral. And she had the illustrious Tseng to entertain until they arrived at the service. But playing him was an enjoyable distraction. Too easy, really, with how he tried to keep himself controlled. It was always a failure. She grasped his bag, her response earning a bit of a glower from him and she chuckled, following him from her apartment and to the car. The service was more memorial. The President’s ashes would be interred in the family’s mausoleum at the estate. They didn’t bury their dead in Midgar, with no dirt to do so. They burned them and tucked them into urns and walls. This was to be hours of lies and drivel about a man who had been boring, greedy in the wrong ways, and unimaginably disgusting. But Scarlet was all for keeping up appearances. She slipped into the car, the Director joining behind her. One leg crossed across the other, exposing up to her thighs through the slit on the side. “I’m surprised they wrangled your head out of the President’s ass to escort someone else. Is your Turk feeling better? The one that killed the slums?” She slipped her compact from her back, checking herself before sliding it back in. “I imagine he must be, with the security protocols.” Scarlet settled comfortably into the seat. It was not a long drive to Upper Central, but the traffic was backed up today with countless people milling in to pay their respects in this mass charade. She tilted her head to look at Tseng, fingers tracing over the neckline of her dress, as if in habit, instead of a calculated decision. “Did you lot manage to track those pesky terrorists and the real problem down yet, or should I keep sleeping with a gun until you decide it fit to do your job?”

Wanted to fight this war without weapons And I wanted it, I wanted it bad But there were so many red flags Now another one bites the dust And let's be clear, I trust no one

Try as I might to keep it together Why is recovery taking forever Fool the whole world, just until I get better I'm terrified I'll be faking forever On and on I wonder what went wrong inside my head I don't have to have the answers, but tonight I wish I did All the pain I can't explain away won't fade All the the secrets silenced by the shame                                                                 Don't make me say it                                                                                                 Don't make me say it                                                                                                                                Don't make me say it

Sephiroth: ///

     “SOLDIER first class Sephiroth reporting for duty.” It’s spat as a mockery of what it means. Subservience. Placation to the powers that be and their incessant need for egos being stroked. He’ll have none of it or the dogs commanded at their feet. He’s only a step above.