There were many ways to wake up and Sephiroth had experienced most of them; passing out on his desk after a long night of paperwork and finding a blanket over his shoulders after being laid on the couch by Angeal and Genesis; jolting upwards after a nightmare had taken hold of those scant few hours of sleep; even a hangover induced desire to burn ( Read more... )

Like any good sale, there is always clearance; when the product is available past its' Holiday time, etc. That doesn't mean the product is terrible! No, no--it could, sure--but in this case it just means it arrived later than expected for the Hotel staff to sell off, and like any good saver or cheap bastard, there was always a person that waited. ( Read more... )

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Everything hurt, that much he knew for certain though surely it shouldn't as nothing matter in the Lifestream with Mother but as the silver haired man dared to crack open a sea-green, cat like eye he knew something was wrong as he lay in a patch flowers within the church Kadja had sent Loz a couple of days ago.

This wasn't right, it wasn't possible ( Read more... )

It had been a rought night, and one Tifa never wanted to relive again. She had been convinced that a night out with friends would do her some good, though if she could call them friends at all. At the first chance they got, these so called "friends" ditched her when she went to the washroom to throw up the combination of drinks she had consumed. ( Read more... )

Was this real? Or was this just some cruel joke? Whatever it was, Tifa was back home, standing in the middle of her bar, the 7th Heaven. Everything seemed to be as it was; the tables were clean and the chairs were resting on their tops; all her glasses and dishes were put away in their drawers and on their shelves; the closed sign was still facing ( Read more... )

Times are tough for private eye types and the sort of jobs they take these days. Judging by TV and various shows it seems all they're good for anymore is spying on cheaters--and not just important people, no, just simple, average sorts. The excitement seems to be gone for the most part as detectives of the independent sort allow this to be what ( Read more... )

It was a humid evening, and Tifa found herself venturing into the Shinra mansion. The gates creaked as she opened them, their bars covered in vines and grime and rusted from the idleness this entire place had. The front yard was overgrown with weeds and dead twigs; crickets were chirping so loud that the sounds were a constant hum, even as she ( Read more... )

The rain was pouring down on her mercilessly, drenching and cooling her skin to the point where she should have shivered from the cold but couldn't because her body was so damaged. Tifa had been attacked brutally, her body taking a fierce beating and then thrown to the ground like discarded paper. She could not even stop her wounds from bleeding; ( Read more... )

Meet me in the library.

This is what it said on the note she had been given an hour ago. There was no indication as to who sent the note, as it wasn't signed, and she had no idea if this was someone she may have known or a complete stranger. Tifa was skeptical at first, not wanting to leave her room in case this was some hoax or a trap, but the more ( Read more... )