When your world comes crashing down
“Of course not, we protect our own… and Sephiroth is one of us by blood.” He squeezed Genesis hand saying silently that he was theirs by choice, and they would protect him just like they did Sephiroth. “His father is a Turk.”
Tseng watched as the elevator door opened and the man stepped through. “Bring it coward, I look forward to putting you in your proper place.” Soren was no threat to him and it showed in his eyes as he watched the man walk off, even after the doors had shut.
Feeling the arms he wrapped his own back around Genesis and curled up against him as best he could. “He did a lot of barking… he’s unnerved, I’m a threat to him.. a kink in his plan.” He could see that in his facial features. “He doesn’t like the fact that Turks are involved.. he expected to come in and just destroy everything and rebuild.”
“Which means he’ll be going after you next.” Genesis muttered as his arms tightened around Tseng again before he placed his head to Tseng’s shoulder. Sometimes he wondered how he could have ended up with a turk lover. Much less Tseng of all people.
“He’ll start digging and he won’t stop.” he muttered before messing with the collar of Tseng’s suit before sighing and closing his eyes. “So much for keeping you out of this.”
Reaching up Tseng brushed his hand over Genesis’ cheek. “Let him, I have nothing to hide… Nothing is written in my file about what I did in Wutai before coming here. The most he will find is that I am an Akera, I have a sister… and I was top of our cadet class and top of my Turk training class.”
He leaned down kissing him gently. “So let him dig… I welcome it.”
My muse is sensually moaning your muses name in their sleep… How does your muse react? What do they do?
Skagit bridge collapse
I am never one to post things like this, but this hits close to home. I just received a call from my parents that the bridge spanning over the Skagit River that supports I-5 (a 4 lane interstate hwy that is heavily traveled) collapsed in the middle of rush hour traffic.
The Skagit River is one of the most deadly rivers in Washington state with extremely strong undercurrents that can sweep you out into the sound in less than a half hour.
Right now it’s unknown how many are dead, but the river at that spot is at it’s swiftest and deepest.
This just happened, that bridge was only around 4 years old…
Angeal raised his sword to block Tseng’s oncoming strike, but he barely had time to be confused at the lack of contact before the blade caught him. He leapt out of the shove to land properly on two feet just as the knives sliced through the material of his fatigues, the edge of one just nicking his leg. “Going to use everything in our personal arsenal, are we?”
In a moment of mischief, he swiftly plucked the two daggers out of the ground and flung them back at Tseng. As the projectiles flew towards the Turk, Angeal feinted left, sword behind me so as to look pulled for an upward slice, but he ducked off to the right, bringing his sword around in an arc.
Tseng easily caught the two daggers and tossed them into his jacket pocket just in time to flip the other sword back into his hand and block Angeal’s attack. Typical SOLDIER training, he was so easy to read.
Pushing back against the sword it was now a who was stronger match, Angeal might have him beat, but Tseng was no slouch. “You might wish to rethink your sword choice..” He shoved back breaking the weapons lock and back flipped away several feet. Angeal would learn quickly that he was a distance fighter, that was where he was comfortable.
Angeal was forced to make a complete turn of his blade to dismiss the momentum of Tseng’s parry. “Oh, I can’t abandon my family’s honour, Tseng. It’s an integral part of my psyche. But, I can use other swords, this is just my preference.” A bit of curiousity caught the edge of his mind as he noticed Tseng’s leap backward. A close combat swordsman would have used the shove back and parry to gain ground, but Tseng had simply retreated. That was… interesting.
Tseng knew how SOLDIER training commenced, perhaps it was better to employ the tactics he hadn’t used since his childhood spars against Genesis. Angeal smirked and ran headlong at Tseng, showing no signs of switching direction, sword bared, before flipping, bringing his sword down in an arc.
Tseng raised both blades in a cross, easily catching Angeal’s blade. The weight alone made him buckle just slightly but it was only for a split second before he got his footing back. Putting as much strength as he could he shoved Angeal’s sword up and away and spun quickly planting his foot into Angeal’s gut and shoved him away.
“Rookie mistake.” He had left his center completely unguarded, the sword so large and cumbersome two hands were required to complete the arc. “That blade slows you down.”
Role AU || commander-tseng
Angeal quickly concealed both his surprise and sympathy for the blunt truth in that statement. “Seems you didn’t have a very… comfortable childhood. Apologies.” There wasn’t much else for him to say, truly. Many among his own ranks had similar upbringings. “But, at least it keeps you more grounded than most SOLDIERs.”
“I chose that life, it was the only thing in my life at the time that was my choosing.” Wutai was a very traditional country, the fathers generally having complete control over all family members, wives forever, sons until their 18th year of life, or marriage, and daughters upon their marriage. “Those six years were the best of my life.”
Angeal’s head dropped in a nod, understanding in his face. “It must have taken something quite dramatic to make you leave that way of life.” There was a question behind the statement, but it was one that could go unanswered if Tseng preferred not to share details.
“Yes.. it was called being fourteen and being forced to marry a girl I had never met that had not even had her first bleed. It also would have stripped me of the title I had worked so hard to obtain and tie me down the rest of my life as a high priest.” A vastly different and hell of a lot more boring occupation than what he had been living. “And once more into my fathers control.”
A sympathetic wince brought his mouth to settle down into a frown, “Your circumstances were not easy ones. The people in my town are old-fashioned, but, not to that extent by any means.” Angeal wanted to say more, to offer condolence, but there was no way he could word it that wouldn’t sound pitying, “You’ve made a proud life for yourself here, if not as good as what you had.”
Tseng made a noise pressing the button for the elevator. “If you say so..” One thing he had refused to do was partake in the war. That was his homeland, his people and he wanted nothing to do with it.
ShinRa had been pissed when he refused because his skills and knowledge could have easily won them the war which they were horribly losing… at least until he turned his blade on the president. He would gladly be SOLDIER and help defend ShinRa from the monsters and terrorist that threatened to destroy it, but he would not take part is a meaningless war against his home.
He had been waiting for the Turks to come and take him out after that stunt.
“Internet friendship is not real”
Reblog if this is a lie and you have made amazing friends on the internet.
are kidding me i have a fucking sister
who isn’t technically related to me
Kidding me, I met my husband over an online game. I was in Washington he was in Virginia not exactly with in walking distance to meet each other.
He snorted rolling his eyes slightly. “My car was still on the sector eight plate.. which is now part of sector eight slums with a fair mixing of sector one and mako reactor zero.” Aka his car had been destroyed for a few years now. Shivering slightly he pulled the towel around himself. He was a desert boy.. he didn’t do well in cold weather. “Reno bought a place out here a little while ago, everyone is slowly migrating away from healin.. it’s nice but to far out of the way. Most of us are going up to Kalm, the outskirts has been dubbed little Turkville.”
So the car had been gone for years, and he still didn’t have another one? She shrugged her shoulders, passing another glass of water to another person that was brought in upon the bartender’s request.
“Everyone needs to go home somewhere, now it’s just your choice. I guess that’s why I’ve seen him around a bit more than Rude or anyone else.” She straightened up her shoulders as the sounds of thunder ripped through the ceiling and walls of her bar.
He sighed softly shaking his head. “My home is on top of my car…. and probably part of some of the buildings around edge. Reno tried to get me to move to Edge like he did.. but I can’t let my guard down here.” They didn’t have the same security measures, and more people were out for their blood now, he honestly didn’t feel safe. “I’m tempted to just return to Wutai… at least what is left of it. I’m sure the Assassins will welcome me back…for what little we do now with out a war to fight.”
*Laughs* Don't worry about it. I'm just glad you got them all.
I did and several of them got put into play with a Kadaj I rp with… they were the perfect facial expressions for those little kidding rp we were doin
“I would”, he answered, his excitement dissipating immediately. “If I had one, that is. I have spent the nights at this - excuse the expression - hell they call hospital so far.”
With a slight frown Firion shook his head. “I am sorry. I did not mean to rant. But I will stay here until I can speak to Rufus again about where I may go.”
An involuntary shiver ran down Tseng’s spine at the mention of the hospital. “Why are you staying there? Were you injured?” He had a very large fear of hospitals and it showed as his face was now pale.
The rebel nodded curtly in response, Tseng’s sympathetic shudder not going unnoticed. It seemed the man had a similar dislike towards hospitals.
“I was shot”, Firion explained, but did not go into detail. If he wished to know more, he was sure, the other would ask.
“I see that it was not in a very vital area, if it had been you would still be in the hospital.” The nurses were evil in keeping handsome men at the hospital.
Sairento Kage - open rp
Silence came from Angeal, nothing but silence for a minute or two. Plans would have to be cancelled, things put off. This whole mission would be bombed. He only hoped that the capture was enough. He motioned Sephiroth over, relayed to him that the mission was too risky with these many unknowns. That he would take full responsibility. “Where’s your location Zack? I’ll be there as soon as I can. Lets see if this capture is a good one or not.” And with the coordinates in hand, Angeal was out of the tent, the Buster Sword strung across his back. Oh was the boy gonna get a lecture, good capture or not.
Zack swallowed, hearing disappointment in that long moment of silence. He’d failed his mentor, failed everybody, and all he had to show for it was one lousy Wutaian ninja, as if they weren’t a gil a dozen. After relaying the coordinates, he snapped the phone shut and rested his head against the tree, feeling sick.
If only he’d paid more attention … Damn it. Damn it all! If only he’d been listening hard enough, if only he’d had Barrier activated, if only he hadn’t let himself be shot with an arrow …! What kind of a lame injury was that, anyway? And who the heck used arrows?
With a pain-filled sigh, he resolved himself to watching his prisoner, sword in a white-knuckled grip in his off hand in the event that someone else showed up, and settled in to wait for Angeal.
Sephiroth had listened with half an ear, his interest peaked that the puppy had managed to actually capture a Wutain. While he might have been hard on the boy Zack did have skill, to throw him off his mission this badly he was curious to know who it was.
Grabbing Masamune he moved to walk beside Angeal. “Imperial’s have been spotted around here, it is not safe to move alone. A 3rd reported seeing Sairento Kage in the area yesterday.” Imperials were tough even for them.