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The girl had had her run of the building for far long enough. Reports had been coming in all night through various means. Security thought nothing of the footage with Director Tuesti. Palmer was talking about some 'lovely conversation with the new intern' which was just as quickly blown off. When Lab alarms started going off that’s when Rufus started paying half a mind. Apparently some specimen of his managed to some how get loose and out of the labs. Enough was enough. That was when Heidegger finally called him up, apparently some intruder was in his custody and he was awaiting orders of how to deal with her.

"What do I pay you for? Think for yourself for a change..." He cut himself off clicking his tongue. No, there was a far more tactful way of dealing with this problem then just letting the behemoth break it in half. If his suspicions were right, she may be worth speaking to rather then just brushing under the rug. "On second thought don't do that, bring her to me."

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Finally. Finally, they had captured what the ShinRa executives were calling “The Rogue Ancient” - or as Reno came to find she was known around Wall Market as “Jackal” - but damn if she didn’t put up a good fight. Hell, he thought she would slip through the cracks again if it wasn’t for a well-timed Pyramid. Score one for the Turks!

Escorting her through the halls, Reno chose to remain at the party’s rear should the woman think of trying to escape.

Unfortunately for the Turk, he didn’t think of the possibility of the woman hooking her leg around a door and kicking it back into his face. Now Reno’s reflexes were sharp, but no amount of training could have prepared him for the speed at which that door came at his face - more specifically his nose.

A clipped curse barked from the Turk accompanied the loud bang of contact between sturdy wooden door and malleable fleshy person. The shock of it all dulled the pain for the first few seconds but it quickly caught up alongside the irritating chorus of “Sir”s from the assigned infantry.

Hand to nose, the redhead looked up at the perpetrator with pinched brows. “The hell did I do t’you?!” he cried in disbelief. So maybe the score was now even. Tch, whatever.

Zack was stationed in Wall Market, as much as he didn’t want to come here. Orders were orders. He was to do a bit of investigation on the one they called ‘Jackal’ around here. After so many kidnappings and thefts that had been reported. The watch group Zack was working for couldn’t afford to ignore it.

“Why me? Why couldn’t they send someone who knew Wall Market...” Zack mumbled to himself as he walked through the town.

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Name: Kirsti

Nickname: Just call me Izzy online

Preferred pronouns: she/her

Age range: Late 20′s

Favorite animal: Bunnies! Black Lions, Snow Leopards, and...I really like soo many x.x

Pets?: Not at the moment D:

How long have you been in this fandom?:  Forever? Lol. Mainly since 2005 ish? Or maybe even earlier, at least 15 years. When MSN messenger was a thing and Myspace and forums. I found tumblr later on but I’m not new to the fandom or this character by any means.

Tattoos/piercings: 5 Tattoos and a navel piercing. (blue butterfly, Rose design, side vine, Hunters mark from bloodborne and a latin phrase for love conquers all)

Star sign: Cancer/Leo cusp.

Why did you choose this specific character/s?: I always liked being my own thing or own idea. I also love playing with psychology and issues that may arise from certain situations. So to have her go from being weak and afraid and hating Hojo, to becoming someone strong and not taking anything from anyone and willing to do anything to protect him gives me a lot to work with and makes for interesting dynamic. I also have always loved villains and playing on the darker side its more fun to have drama and tension than to have everyone love you. There’s really so much more but I’d have to write a book.

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“Tense? Not really.” The quiet lie was route by this point, a nature and habit that simply came out without thought, not wanting others to worry about him with something they simply couldn’t fix anyways. But when she moved down beside him as he meditated his eyes slowly opened. 

Something physically stopped her from moving. Aerith didn’t normally feel this unless the Goddess wanted an offering for the planet or if the whispers of the flowers needed to tell her some interesting gossip. Even then that wasn’t as strong as what she felt now.

“Is there anyone there?”

Aerith peered down an alleyway before looking behind her.

“I won’t hurt you.. Please make yourself known”

Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. Maybe she was just crazy. Delusions from being the only one of her kind left. Maybe because she had stayed put for so long this was a punishment. To feel the ghosts of Cetras past.