#pacifistghost

@onewingedxngel

She paused in her ministrations at the sound of his voice; he’d finally spoken to her, eyes widening at the achievement. The flowers were right it was a good idea, they didn’t always talk but sometimes their whispers reached her; the daisies were their suggestion.

She didn’t know this person or much at all from the fragmented memories that remained after being stored for years submerged in mako- but what she did know was he felt like her and she wanted to learn more. When he had passed through, she silently followed him like a stray, leaving behind the nice people who had helped her relearn to talk and taken her in from wandering the slums.

“I am Project Heir… but the name the others gave me is nicer.” She leaned back to sit on the grass before him crossing her legs and putting both hands in her lap. “the black suits...the Turks…” she had to remember that name. “They called me Aileth.” Tilting her head slightly and offering a small smile.

She watched his face to see if there was a change- maybe he knew of her?

“Don’t have many memories, I was kept in a tank for a long time, the ones I do have aren’t very good.” She shifted uncomfortably, idly pulling at the green blades around her. “But you felt familiar a-and I haven’t seen anyone with eyes like mine before… so I sort of followed. I did meet someone with my face, but her friends didn’t like me. One of them came at me with a big sword and I ended up hurting him.” there was a slight frown on her downcast face at the shameful memory, and how mad everyone had been. “Didn’t mean to.”

“Finally caught up with you.” Cloud huffed as he spotted the familiar billowing black coat and silver hair rippling through the mountain wind. The failed clone had followed Sephiroth across the continent and would probably continue to follow him through hell if it meant putting an end to his scheme.

Explosive fireworks lit the up night sky like a supernova, delighted screams of children clinging to rickety rollercoasters as they spiralled across the map, and the smell of buttery chocobo-corn, sugary moogle-floss and savoury cactuar-dogs ensnaring the senses. The Flying Saucer was the happiest place on Gaia and the jovial laughter of both young and old certainly made it seem so. Through all the chaos and splendour, no one noticed a black and white stray crisscrossing between the stalls, avoiding the trampling of feet of children rushing from ride to ride, and the occasional cup of Banora White apple juice spilling on top of its furry little head.

“Gotta find some way of blending in,” the feline hissed to itself, ears perking up in all directions to find a subtle finding place, away from all the loud noises and flashing neon lights “They'll have to come through here eventually. I won't get another chance like this."

The robotic cat doll snuck into the festivities along with the regular infantry soldiers Rufus had sent out to gather intel on the current whereabouts of Sephiroth and the Promised Land. Not that Cait Sith was concerned with ShinRa's personal goals, he had his own mission to fulfil.

Considered his options carefully, Cait Sith looked around at all the colourful mascots marching down the street, then down at himself, in his adorable golden crown and red cape. Maybe he could hide in the arcade by pretending to be a mechanical fortuneteller, or perhaps he could pretend to be an employee? Just another walking and talking mascot to entertain guests? Yes! That was perfect. Now he just needed to blend in with the theme of the park. Perhaps he could commandeer one of those giant stuffed moogles?

"It was the darndest thing, a man in a black cape asking about something called black materia."

Cait Sith's head spun around so fast his crown went lopsided. Over by a private booth was one of the infantryman grunts he arrived with, conversing with the manager of the Golden Saucer, Dio.

“A man in a black cape?” It couldn't be. Not all the way out here. Why was it no matter where they went those weird robed figures always seemed to be there first? Curious, Cait Sith explored the grounds to conduct his own investigation, sniffing out for anything that would lure someone to such a gaudy place like this, only to bump right into a solid mass that sent him flying onto his tail. "Oi! Watch where you're going, laddie! Anything that tall needs to come with its own permit."

Shaking his head, Cait Sith squinted at the heavy-duty Shinra issued boots, and glared up at the perpetrator, only for his cute little pointed ears and whiskers to droop at the sight looming over him.

❖ │ │ ♛ ━━

         All he could remember was the back-water village burning, that Sephiroth’s mother was Jenova and with that his personality had gone berserk. It was his job as a first class soldier to stop his comrade from this insane rampage, he also promised Angeal to carry his honor on his shoulders. A weight that he was not prepared for.

            ❝ SEPTHIROTH! ❞

         The raven called out his name, drawing the sword on his back as he looked up at the black-winged angel who was threatening to burn and destroy Midgar. People running left and right in fear of the used-to-be Soldier.

             ❝ I won’t let you get away with it this time! ❞

@xbroken-science​ ❤’d for a starter.

Everything in life is a choice. It was a mantra to live by. Words of wisdom on which Aerith could stake her entire world view. It had been a choice to come back to Shinra. A choice to sit in that four walled cell; to take command of her destiny and clutch with both hands at the fleeting dregs of control so scarcely afforded to her. It was a choice that had spared Marlene; one that allowed her to retain her innocence and naivety to the inner workings of the world. For that reason alone, it was the right one to make, ( a point the ancient had been forced to remind herself repeatedly ) - although face to face with the Professor, she was finding it a particularly bitter pill to swallow. 

It wasn’t that she hated the man; for all her faults, the florist didn’t have it in her to hate anyone - but there was certainly no love lost for the scientist, or his warped ideas of progress for that matter. How her father had ever tolerated the man was anyone’s guess, but even poison had its uses. Straight backed and silent, the brunette had listened to his tirade, snippets of data interspersed with anecdotal evidence as she’d resisted the urge to rise to his taunts. Ifalna had taught her patience; humility, forgiveness - three things she was struggling to remember when emotions were raw and left to run uncheck, but despite her dislike, and whatever sinister machinations endured within that ever complicated skull - the truth of the matter was, Hojo had answers that nobody else did. Answers that the flower peddler craved, even if she would rather have coaxed them from him with the assistance of a swift kick and a sturdy boot.

EVER WONDER WHAT MY MUSE SAYS ABOUT YOURS? | @pacifistghost | Accepting

💋 for what my muse would say to the person trying to woo your muse

Truth be told, she wasn't sure what she should say right at the moment. Tifa had been far too preoccupied with their current agenda that she had to struggle to register what in gaia's name was happening right in front of her.

The guy was sick. He wasn't simply "wooing" the poor woman, he was doing a full on catcall; making the most insulting over sexual remarks towards her physique and what he fantasized on doing with her.

Sephiroth had the normal basket of flowers in hand whilst wandering about the current area within the slums , finding the view rather nice for once if everything was mostly ignore. A chance to relax whilst by technicality still working. He stood glancing around for a moment or two before turning on his heel to wander off elsewhere. No true location in mind. Wherever he ended up by chance would be good. Better than remaining in a single place for too long. Eventually as the path was taken he noticed ghost to much surprise. Wasn’t expecting to see her again.