I can't believe that dumb jerk just left! And of course he skipped on the rent!

What the hell am I suppose to do with his guitar? And his stupid songs? I will burn them. [Yeah she's totally mutilating those songs that were left behind. She has reached a new dislike for John.]

[Sighs and eats one of the chocolates that Tseng sent to her.]

How did I...? [Tifa sounds as groggy as she looks. She sits up on an unfamiliar bed, rubbing her head.] Cloud? [Her face falls when she receives no answer.] What happened to me? Is this an infirmary?

[Shifting off of the bed, she stands up - carefully - and places her hands on her hips.]

I'm not hurt. But then how did I get here? [Walking ( Read more... )

...um. Has anyone seen... Zack?

[A long pause.]

I normally have more to say than this.

...Isley, can we talk? Oh! Not about anything bad.

[Your first born is just eight months old and he's fallen fast asleep on your arm, his mother right behind you with her arms around your waist. The baby twitches and gives out little gurgles at this age, making his mother squirm behind you anxiously in her sleep. He twitches his little hand, rolling over to rest his little leg on your shoulder and ( Read more... )

[It's been some time since Scar last posted to the network. Today, his voice sounds distant and faraway, a quiet sense of nostalgia pervading his words. ]

Hm. The city is almost rebuilt already. Destruction and reconstruction, how ironic.

...The air is turning warm, again. [A soft, thoughtful little hum.]Anatole is generally temperate, but the ( Read more... )

Masquerade sounds really fun! Guess I better go shopping for an outfit soon...

Anyone want to go shopping with me? Dawn?

You'd better find yourself a real date, John. I'm not going with you.

( Your hand hurts, a sore and dull ache that radiates up your arm, through your fingers, and into your shoulder. )

[Tseng's beloved kitty Ruffles decided that playing with Rufus' forge was an excellent way to pass the time. Sadly for Rufus, it also meant that it turned on the video function. Sadly the sounds of the kitty purring drown out the sound of most of the conversation.]

It was a poor performance. [Rufus sits on the bed and crosses his legs (you'd do ( Read more... )

[Buffy voice! Buffy voice of bleariness, in fact! She yawns.]

You know what? I'm not loving the features of sleep in this place. Not that my dreams at home were featureless, but there's all kinds of extra special badness to be had here, and it's been making me all prophetic. And when a slayer prophesizes, it's pretty much never of the good.

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[The Medicine Seller is seen slowly, deliberately walking down the streets of Anatole as if he had not been tremendously stricken weeks or so ago.

There is not a difference in his appearance save for the obvious lack of a certain item: his headscarf. Blood is such a bother to remove if it settles for too long.]

Ah...

[Even with the scarf ( Read more... )