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Kingdoms of Gaia Part II
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Me whenever a strong, capable muse who is able to kick ass intervenes to protect Melissa, the girls, the inn:
seraphicwiing replied to your post: So are you a top or a bottom? Aerith, you’re a...
“I… Refuse to believe this.”
“ get under me, poster boy! ”
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“ you suck. ”
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@seraphicwiing replied to your post “To all my doubles, how many of us lick crisps (chips, for y'all...”
(Crisps aren't ice cream. The texture just doesn't feel right sliding a thinly sliced potato against my tongue)
Honestly, that’s fair. I only started doing it when there seemed to be too much flavour going to waste. Then it became a habit
@katana-otoko replied to your post “To all my doubles, how many of us lick crisps (chips, for y'all...”
yall do WHAT
You heard me
@fraxcxccl replied to your post “To all my doubles, how many of us lick crisps (chips, for y'all...”
i used to lick crisps but i dont have the patience for that shit any more. i am also aware i am not a reno & have chosen to disregard this.
I wish I didn’t have the patience lmao
See, I laugh now but I must warn whoever’s reading this: avoid doing this in public unless you’re prepared to accidentally moan in front of someone
💬 BRING IT ON >:D ----- @seraphicwiing
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" ----- What do you mean, they’ve escaped?" There’s no ACCUSATION in his tone nor any judgement. He knows well of how close-knit the 1st Class SOLDIERS have been before two of them absconded from Shinra -- have OFFICIALLY been killed in action.
The Turks were privy to to the truth and as such, it remains one of their tasks to investigate upcoming matters concerning the former SOLDIERS ( as long as these matters happen within Midgar, that is ). Thus, when Sephiroth reported that Angeal and Genesis escaped after their joined attack on the Shinra Building, Rude couldn’t help the doubt settling in his stomach. After all... If he was in Sephiroth’s position, and he’d have to face RENO -- he wouldn’t act any different.
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New Year's Day, 1544...
Lone travellers certainly weren't uncommon this close to the castle, but for the turning of the year it was unusual -- enough so that when one of his bandits reached for his sword, Shears grabbed his wrist, shaking his head mutely.
"He’s only got the one bag. It’s not worth the danger," he said quietly, dark eyes locked on the figure below.
The older man sputtered. "Danger? There's only one of him!"
Shears stared calmly at him, until the older man looked away. Only then did he say, "Do you remember what one man did to you eleven years ago? I do."
"That was the Executioner," the bandit hissed back.
"And a squad of his men, yes," Shears agreed. "This is a man with a Wutaian blade travelling alone at the year's turn. No entourage, no train. It's either a trap, or he's lost his mind."
"We can still--"
"That's enough, Derricote," said the man on Shears' right, with a finality that even Derricote didn't argue against. He, however, was still unhappy, so Shears turned to the other man. "Hobbie, take them back to the camp. I'll keep watch here, make sure he leaves without stumbling on us."
Hobbie patted his shoulder and smiled. "Take care, son," he told the young man, and with quick hand signs and murmurs, herded the band away.
Shears settled in to watch the lone traveller.
