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I need more money.
November 29, 2024 at 8:15 PM
I need more money.
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November 29, 2024 at 6:16 PM
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⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ.❞
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⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ
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a man with blonde hair is sitting in a black chair
ALT: a man with blonde hair is sitting in a black chair
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November 21, 2024 at 1:23 PM
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⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ.❞
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⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ.❞
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"Don't overwork yourself, alright? If you need help setting decorations up, just ask me."
He shrugs, and takes a sip.
"Could be more. Most of it is pretty simple work— but money is money, so not complaining."
He shrugs, and takes a sip.
"Could be more. Most of it is pretty simple work— but money is money, so not complaining."
"It's going great so far. Lots to be done, especially decorating which I'm very excited. What about you? Having lots of merc duties?"
Follows the motion and takes a seat on the stool, hands around her own glass.
Follows the motion and takes a seat on the stool, hands around her own glass.
He motions for her to sit down next to him, enjoying his own drink slowly.
"How's business?" Cloud asks, more as a matter of polite small talk than anything else.
"How's business?" Cloud asks, more as a matter of polite small talk than anything else.
November 20, 2024 at 2:54 PM
"Don't overwork yourself, alright? If you need help setting decorations up, just ask me."
He shrugs, and takes a sip.
"Could be more. Most of it is pretty simple work— but money is money, so not complaining."
He shrugs, and takes a sip.
"Could be more. Most of it is pretty simple work— but money is money, so not complaining."
Pfft.
Cloud leaves it at that; he sees no point in explaining further, simply focusing on his drink.
Cloud leaves it at that; he sees no point in explaining further, simply focusing on his drink.
So they are hiding themselves to drink ?...
"Ah, okay..." He said before sighing. "Tseng will be so glad to have drunk troops"
"Ah, okay..." He said before sighing. "Tseng will be so glad to have drunk troops"
"Most of the SOLDIERs I knew were big on drinking. The resistance and quick recovery makes them push their limits. This is very little in comparison."
November 20, 2024 at 9:33 AM
Pfft.
Cloud leaves it at that; he sees no point in explaining further, simply focusing on his drink.
Cloud leaves it at that; he sees no point in explaining further, simply focusing on his drink.
"Most of the SOLDIERs I knew were big on drinking. The resistance and quick recovery makes them push their limits. This is very little in comparison."
"Well, I don't know how, but this is what I remarked."
He takes a sip.
"How so?"
"How so?"
November 20, 2024 at 9:04 AM
"Most of the SOLDIERs I knew were big on drinking. The resistance and quick recovery makes them push their limits. This is very little in comparison."
He takes a sip.
"How so?"
"How so?"
"I wouldn't say weird.
I would say unusual from someone who were a SOLIDIER."
I would say unusual from someone who were a SOLIDIER."
A shrug.
"What's so weird about it?"
"What's so weird about it?"
November 20, 2024 at 8:42 AM
He takes a sip.
"How so?"
"How so?"
He motions for her to sit down next to him, enjoying his own drink slowly.
"How's business?" Cloud asks, more as a matter of polite small talk than anything else.
"How's business?" Cloud asks, more as a matter of polite small talk than anything else.
"I try my best." And since there's not much for her to accomplish at the moment, might as well join in for a drink herself.
A corner of a lip curls up in appreciation as he accepts the glass, nodding at her.
"Thanks," he says. "'knew I could count on you."
"Thanks," he says. "'knew I could count on you."
November 20, 2024 at 8:04 AM
He motions for her to sit down next to him, enjoying his own drink slowly.
"How's business?" Cloud asks, more as a matter of polite small talk than anything else.
"How's business?" Cloud asks, more as a matter of polite small talk than anything else.
A shrug.
"What's so weird about it?"
"What's so weird about it?"
No way you drink *too*
Could use a drink. Something strong.
November 20, 2024 at 8:02 AM
A shrug.
"What's so weird about it?"
"What's so weird about it?"
A corner of a lip curls up in appreciation as he accepts the glass, nodding at her.
"Thanks," he says. "'knew I could count on you."
"Thanks," he says. "'knew I could count on you."
Tifa's quick to whip up the ingredients and mix them all together to concoct the perfect drink for Cloud to enjoy for the evening.
Sliiides the glass towards him. "Here ya go, enjoy.~"
Sliiides the glass towards him. "Here ya go, enjoy.~"
That would be the perfect drink right now, yes. He would really appreciate it.
November 19, 2024 at 7:45 PM
A corner of a lip curls up in appreciation as he accepts the glass, nodding at her.
"Thanks," he says. "'knew I could count on you."
"Thanks," he says. "'knew I could count on you."
"I won't," Cloud snaps, defensive when it comes to the topic. He knows what he's doing, and he's doing it just fine.
He feels a little ashamed of his outburst though, furrowing his brows as he stares at his plate.
"Whatever it takes... I'll take him down."
He feels a little ashamed of his outburst though, furrowing his brows as he stares at his plate.
"Whatever it takes... I'll take him down."
" Do not let him control you. "
He has disregarded his own food; he does not truly need it. He does, however, pour a glass of wine.
" He will be hard to kill. "
He has disregarded his own food; he does not truly need it. He does, however, pour a glass of wine.
" He will be hard to kill. "
Cloud hums, and nods. If killing Hojo brings Vincent a moment of peace of mind, then Cloud understands.
"The moment will be yours," Cloud promises with a small smile, and looks down at his plate. "Just as I will cut Sephiroth down."
They'll both get their closure.
"The moment will be yours," Cloud promises with a small smile, and looks down at his plate. "Just as I will cut Sephiroth down."
They'll both get their closure.
November 19, 2024 at 7:29 PM
"I won't," Cloud snaps, defensive when it comes to the topic. He knows what he's doing, and he's doing it just fine.
He feels a little ashamed of his outburst though, furrowing his brows as he stares at his plate.
"Whatever it takes... I'll take him down."
He feels a little ashamed of his outburst though, furrowing his brows as he stares at his plate.
"Whatever it takes... I'll take him down."
That would be the perfect drink right now, yes. He would really appreciate it.
Someone needs a drink? Can she fix him a Cosmo Canyon?
Could use a drink. Something strong.
November 18, 2024 at 11:59 PM
That would be the perfect drink right now, yes. He would really appreciate it.
Could use a drink. Something strong.
November 18, 2024 at 11:49 PM
Could use a drink. Something strong.
Cloud hums, and nods. If killing Hojo brings Vincent a moment of peace of mind, then Cloud understands.
"The moment will be yours," Cloud promises with a small smile, and looks down at his plate. "Just as I will cut Sephiroth down."
They'll both get their closure.
"The moment will be yours," Cloud promises with a small smile, and looks down at his plate. "Just as I will cut Sephiroth down."
They'll both get their closure.
" And yet... how many years was his mind twisted and manipulated before he learned the truth of his very nature, of the experiments that created him? I make no excuse for the. . . Monster that Sephiroth became, but it is easy to empathize — likely because I, too, am a monster without control. "
Cloud shakes his head, slow. Sympathetic towards Vincent.
"It's not like he didn't have people in his team. Good people. He shut them all out," Cloud says, though it's one of those memories that make his head feel fuzzy.
Cloud continues on nevertheless.
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"It's not like he didn't have people in his team. Good people. He shut them all out," Cloud says, though it's one of those memories that make his head feel fuzzy.
Cloud continues on nevertheless.
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November 18, 2024 at 11:46 PM
Cloud hums, and nods. If killing Hojo brings Vincent a moment of peace of mind, then Cloud understands.
"The moment will be yours," Cloud promises with a small smile, and looks down at his plate. "Just as I will cut Sephiroth down."
They'll both get their closure.
"The moment will be yours," Cloud promises with a small smile, and looks down at his plate. "Just as I will cut Sephiroth down."
They'll both get their closure.
A look to the left, a look to the right — before Cloud realizes this is about him, so he spreads his arms in a small shrug.
"The same as always."
"The same as always."
“ well look who it is! “
lips curled into a smile upon seeing the ex—SOLDIER. despite their daily adventuring, aerith couldn’t help but to at least bother @soldiermerc.bsky.social at least a few times a day.
lips curled into a smile upon seeing the ex—SOLDIER. despite their daily adventuring, aerith couldn’t help but to at least bother @soldiermerc.bsky.social at least a few times a day.
November 18, 2024 at 10:20 AM
A look to the left, a look to the right — before Cloud realizes this is about him, so he spreads his arms in a small shrug.
"The same as always."
"The same as always."
Cloud shakes his head, slow. Sympathetic towards Vincent.
"It's not like he didn't have people in his team. Good people. He shut them all out," Cloud says, though it's one of those memories that make his head feel fuzzy.
Cloud continues on nevertheless.
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"It's not like he didn't have people in his team. Good people. He shut them all out," Cloud says, though it's one of those memories that make his head feel fuzzy.
Cloud continues on nevertheless.
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" I knew what Hojo was. It would not have been some great tragedy had I ended him in the moment. And yet... I didn't. "
He clears his throat and shifts the food on his plate for a moment.
" And I woke. In Nibelheim that day, when he.... lost control of himself. Had I stayed in his life
He clears his throat and shifts the food on his plate for a moment.
" And I woke. In Nibelheim that day, when he.... lost control of himself. Had I stayed in his life
Admittedly, Cloud was expecting Vincent to decline, but he sits quietly and listens. His gaze is averted to not put him in the spot.
Somehow, imagining Sephiroth as a baby weirds Cloud out more than he thought it would, but he refrains from commenting.
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Somehow, imagining Sephiroth as a baby weirds Cloud out more than he thought it would, but he refrains from commenting.
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November 18, 2024 at 8:19 AM
Cloud shakes his head, slow. Sympathetic towards Vincent.
"It's not like he didn't have people in his team. Good people. He shut them all out," Cloud says, though it's one of those memories that make his head feel fuzzy.
Cloud continues on nevertheless.
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"It's not like he didn't have people in his team. Good people. He shut them all out," Cloud says, though it's one of those memories that make his head feel fuzzy.
Cloud continues on nevertheless.
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Admittedly, Cloud was expecting Vincent to decline, but he sits quietly and listens. His gaze is averted to not put him in the spot.
Somehow, imagining Sephiroth as a baby weirds Cloud out more than he thought it would, but he refrains from commenting.
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Somehow, imagining Sephiroth as a baby weirds Cloud out more than he thought it would, but he refrains from commenting.
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Vincent sits at the second empty chair, a plate of his own in front of him — though he doesn't need to eat so often. It is better to share a meal when attempting to offer unity.
"When I was a Turk, I was charged to protect the woman who would. . . Give birth to a child who had been infected with
"When I was a Turk, I was charged to protect the woman who would. . . Give birth to a child who had been infected with
The food smells great, the way all home-cooked meals do when made to share. Cloud stares at the plate, and even he knows it would be rude to decline.
He grabs the fork, reluctant only because his stomach feels as fuzzy as his head.
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He grabs the fork, reluctant only because his stomach feels as fuzzy as his head.
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November 17, 2024 at 10:16 PM
Admittedly, Cloud was expecting Vincent to decline, but he sits quietly and listens. His gaze is averted to not put him in the spot.
Somehow, imagining Sephiroth as a baby weirds Cloud out more than he thought it would, but he refrains from commenting.
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Somehow, imagining Sephiroth as a baby weirds Cloud out more than he thought it would, but he refrains from commenting.
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His steps come to a stop as Cloud turns his gaze at Tseng, looking him over. He lets out a scoff.
"Could ask you the same thing."
He is the last of the Turks he's expecting to see at such grassroot level.
"Could ask you the same thing."
He is the last of the Turks he's expecting to see at such grassroot level.
November 17, 2024 at 10:11 PM
His steps come to a stop as Cloud turns his gaze at Tseng, looking him over. He lets out a scoff.
"Could ask you the same thing."
He is the last of the Turks he's expecting to see at such grassroot level.
"Could ask you the same thing."
He is the last of the Turks he's expecting to see at such grassroot level.
The food smells great, the way all home-cooked meals do when made to share. Cloud stares at the plate, and even he knows it would be rude to decline.
He grabs the fork, reluctant only because his stomach feels as fuzzy as his head.
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He grabs the fork, reluctant only because his stomach feels as fuzzy as his head.
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Vincent remains quiet as he carefully plates the food and gently places it on the table in front of Cloud.
" Eat. My sins are not yours to carry. "
" Eat. My sins are not yours to carry. "
Cloud frowns, his shoulders sinking. The solitude weighs heavy on him, but if he ignores it hard enough it'll pass.
Admittedly, this conversation isn't doing miracles for his headache nor his lack of appetite.
"What stopped you?"
Admittedly, this conversation isn't doing miracles for his headache nor his lack of appetite.
"What stopped you?"
November 17, 2024 at 8:58 PM
The food smells great, the way all home-cooked meals do when made to share. Cloud stares at the plate, and even he knows it would be rude to decline.
He grabs the fork, reluctant only because his stomach feels as fuzzy as his head.
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He grabs the fork, reluctant only because his stomach feels as fuzzy as his head.
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Cloud frowns, his shoulders sinking. The solitude weighs heavy on him, but if he ignores it hard enough it'll pass.
Admittedly, this conversation isn't doing miracles for his headache nor his lack of appetite.
"What stopped you?"
Admittedly, this conversation isn't doing miracles for his headache nor his lack of appetite.
"What stopped you?"
" No. "
Vincent is careful as he drains water from the cooked pasta, methodical in how he begins to pour sauce into the pan. It keeps him focused on this moment.
" I am not of Sephiroth — as you are. He is a figure of your past and a figment of my future — but my hands are stained with the
Vincent is careful as he drains water from the cooked pasta, methodical in how he begins to pour sauce into the pan. It keeps him focused on this moment.
" I am not of Sephiroth — as you are. He is a figure of your past and a figment of my future — but my hands are stained with the
On quite the contrary, Cloud doesn't want anyone else to take Sephiroth down but himself. That, at least, remains true.
He thinks. Believes. Hopes.
Cloud keeps his gaze firmly away, thinking about the way Vincent talks about Sephiroth, the vague manner he
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He thinks. Believes. Hopes.
Cloud keeps his gaze firmly away, thinking about the way Vincent talks about Sephiroth, the vague manner he
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November 17, 2024 at 8:40 PM
Cloud frowns, his shoulders sinking. The solitude weighs heavy on him, but if he ignores it hard enough it'll pass.
Admittedly, this conversation isn't doing miracles for his headache nor his lack of appetite.
"What stopped you?"
Admittedly, this conversation isn't doing miracles for his headache nor his lack of appetite.
"What stopped you?"
On quite the contrary, Cloud doesn't want anyone else to take Sephiroth down but himself. That, at least, remains true.
He thinks. Believes. Hopes.
Cloud keeps his gaze firmly away, thinking about the way Vincent talks about Sephiroth, the vague manner he
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He thinks. Believes. Hopes.
Cloud keeps his gaze firmly away, thinking about the way Vincent talks about Sephiroth, the vague manner he
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" .... "
Vincent is quiet, stirring seasoning into the pot of pasta noodles boiling on the stove. His movements are slow and almost absent-minded, his thoughts elsewhere as he considers.
" You are not the first — nor do I imagine you will be the last — drawn to Sephiroth in this way. He is
Vincent is quiet, stirring seasoning into the pot of pasta noodles boiling on the stove. His movements are slow and almost absent-minded, his thoughts elsewhere as he considers.
" You are not the first — nor do I imagine you will be the last — drawn to Sephiroth in this way. He is
Cloud is relieved that he isn't required to explain his affiliation with Sephiroth, because he isn't quite sure what he'd say. Or how he'd explain this myriad of feelings inside of him.
Dread, confusion, frustration, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵—
Slowly, Cloud takes a sip of his water.
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Dread, confusion, frustration, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵—
Slowly, Cloud takes a sip of his water.
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November 17, 2024 at 8:25 PM
On quite the contrary, Cloud doesn't want anyone else to take Sephiroth down but himself. That, at least, remains true.
He thinks. Believes. Hopes.
Cloud keeps his gaze firmly away, thinking about the way Vincent talks about Sephiroth, the vague manner he
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He thinks. Believes. Hopes.
Cloud keeps his gaze firmly away, thinking about the way Vincent talks about Sephiroth, the vague manner he
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