#redheadedturk

       He wasn’t done, he still had fight in him. It didn’t matter that he was getting his ass kicked or that he was overpowered. He had to try. His pride demanded it of him, and if he wanted to stay alive he had to win. Winning was his only option. “I’ll tell you when enough is enough.”

   She has always respected Reno’s need to overcome his own weaknesses. It is one of the few things she has ever admitted to liking about his character. But to see him pushing himself harder; when there was near zero percent chance of him winning; it is both an inspiring and annoying sight. Fujin purses her lips, frustrated with his inability to allow her to help him.

The warlock had given up trying to get out of the chair he was slumped in, large frame kind of just draped across it.

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ONE ( NAME / ALIAS ): Whatever you’d like to call me. TWO ( BIRTHDAY ): 10/13/?? THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ): Libra. FOUR ( HEIGHT ): Wish I were taller. FIVE ( HOBBIES ): Writing, reading, video games, learning Japanese, drawing. SIX ( FAVOURITE COLOUR(S) ): Black. SEVEN ( FAVOURITE BOOKS ): A Song of Ice and Fire series, Dark Tower series, Sword of Shannara series, Witcher series, Berserk series (manga). EIGHT ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO ): Star Sky - Two Steps From Hell NINE ( LAST FILM WATCHED ): Frazetta: Painting with Fire TEN ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ): Music, books, various other things. ELEVEN  ( THERE IS NONE??? )  Yay? TWELVE ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ):  It’s pretty much a fact that Sephiroth is so strong and exceptional in combat he’s basically a one man army, that and he turned the tide in the Wutai War, so it made sense to me.

TAGGING: @heretic-sciscitator, @crescentfate, and anyone else that would like to give it a shot.

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The pain does not go away with the materia’s force. It is merely dulled, closing up the wound, leaving the blood to soak into the white of her uniform. There is no longer physical evidence of her connection, no longer anything to show that this was real--but there is a pounding there, where the monster had torn into his shoulder, and the phantom pain dares not leave her. 

She had had suspicions that one of her Turk colleagues was her soul’s counterpart. The facts connected too much; the way that many missions involving the suited organization always ended with her body throbbing, an injury hidden somewhere on the body, either hers or theirs. It would have been easy enough to access the medical records of everyone and find who it is that was so intimately connected to her. But she did not want to know. Their was a mortal life, a life lived on the edge. Her posse and her appointment with death with her main priority--what advantage would it give anyone to know the identity of their other? Perhaps she did know. Perhaps it is why the faint inkling of concern touch her every time she sees him.

Fujin does not chase after Reno. She has no right to. She allows him his space, his rage, and takes note; her soulmate did not want a careful association between them. HE DOES NOT WANT--- --&& she has to tell herself that that is alright. That the pain in her chest is a remnant from the pain of her shoulders, that she does not feel the loss of a beginning keenly. In the morning after the disaster, she files a report with Tseng; removal from the roster of his possible partners, citing conflicts of interests && inability to cooperate.

The facade returns of cold apathy, ignoring the burning within her.