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@yeahinmyhead gave me DEALER'S CHOICE, and I'm giving her Rod The Bladestar, from Threads of Fate -- FF7 AU -- you can find him here.

Things happened on Gaia. Strange, otherworldly things. The whole 'almost wiped out by a meteor' thing came to mind. That was... something.

Yeah. Something.

Rod took refuge in his weapon design, in the precision of the pencil, clean lines bringing his visions to something tangible. And then, pummeling it into shape, breathing life into it with the fire of the forge and the power of the bellows, quenched and beaten until finally--

"Oh, you're beautiful," Rod whispered, admiring the battle scythes he'd just finished. "Golden Gale... perfection."

He stepped out of the forge and held them up to shine in the light. They really were gorgeous pieces and they made his heart sing.

Of course now he needed something more complex. He needed a challenge.

He let his hair down for a moment, the thick red curtain falling down to midback as he chugged a hydration mix. You sweat like crazy doing this. Motion caught him out of the corner of his eye and he turned, tipping his head to listen to the sound of a motorcycle fast approaching.

Cloud almost always lets him win where matters that might potentially threaten his life are not involved. Understandable and also frustrating, but they’re still working through that one. He can feel Cloud shifting in his seat, gathering himself, and bending under the weight of his perfectly good suggestion.

“Deal!” 

When it suits him, Zack demonstrates that he is perfectly capable of waiting patiently off to one side until Cloud finally pushes back in his seat. He hasn’t quite figured out what their new normal is going to look like, but it isn’t going to involve him twiddling his thumbs while Cloud works himself into the ground. 

On the other hand, ‘waiting’ also means turning right around, digging into their wardrobe to gather clothes in some semi-reasonable order of magnitude, locating a suitable bag that could be stuffed into Fenrir’s panniers for the trip up to the nearest air ship liftoff pad, and doing all of the above with a general sense of haste. 

They have no time to waste, and Cloud already said yes! There’s also the possibility that the tickets expire by the time they got there since he last glanced at the fine print, but that part isn’t important enough to mention right now.

Do whatever you want to my muse and get a reaction.

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It was early. Far too early for Denzel to feel like being awake. His brain was putting the repeated nagging thought to return to his bed and slip under the warm covers. But no. Reality called and he needed to be up for school. It was when he trudged down the steps to the main floor that he felt himself bump into something...squishy?

Walls didn't feel like that. Giving Cloud a blink and a mumbled 'morning' once he looked up, Denzel could felt a hand on his head ruffling his hair.

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Cloud gave the other fighter a less than amused look in return, finding no humor in the current situation. Instead he gave a huff, returning to wrapping Squall's arm, "That's what you get for doing something stupid."

Ariadne shuffled awkwardly, an attempt to take up even less space as though she were trying to absorb herself into the wall. Orientation weeks on campus were supposed to be about finding new footing. While most hit the ground running with their new freedom, she faltered.

She didn’t have excellent social skills. That is, her time in high school had been plagued by persistent bullying, something that scarred her ability to network or make friends.

Then there was the fact of her age. While some people had taken a gap year, she graduated high school and moved straight onto college. Problem being her birthday fell in December. No one really wanted to rub elbows with a seventeen year old... though at least her age was invisible, for the most part.

The whole event was a cocktail of clout chasing and cash cows. It had been hyped up as the place to be for weeks, marketing had well-earned their money though she suspected the poor fucks had been underpaid to push most of the budget towards appearance fees.

It truly was an all-star opening for the Colosseum — a mishmash between competitive gaming and crowd-influenced decisions. Televised, of course.

There were A-listers, megastars of the stage and a lot of sports people who she didn’t know.

“Don’t tell me.” Aerith struck-up conversation with one such person who she had never seen before. “You play tennis?” It was a dangerous game, one where she ran the risk of hurting the pride and feelings of those who wanted their name and faces to be known.

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Tifa felt numb from the waist down, her vision murky as she heard Cloud’s voice. But...what about Marlene...? It was the only thing on her mind - that precious little girl. Her charge. And now she was just...gone.

“MARLENE!”

Her head ached, everything that she could feel giving her the impression that she was hurt badly. Tifa had enough in her to notice Cloud’s usually stoic face scrunched in concern.

“The faith you have in your subordinates is staggering.”