Suggestions needed, FFVII fic in progress
In the aftermath of the Crisis, during the rebuilding period in which ShinRa struggled to put itself back together, Cloud Strife walked away. He left behind more than public scrutiny and the more inquiries from the new ShinRa. Friends frequently looked over their shoulders and checked their messages, hoping, though not expecting, to find some indication, some clue of the missing blond.
Four Years After Meteor
The women studying the latest readings at the tiny desk wore twin expressions of grim triumph. Both had their hair pulled back into a ponytail and wore special glasses to reduce eyestrain from staring at computer screens day-in and day-out.
“Think the assholes are going to shove our next report where the sun don’t shine?” the younger of the two women growled.
“See if you can simplify this into an outline format we can provide at the meeting.” Shera’s narrow eyes flashed with tightly-controlled rage. “I’m setting up a time no less than four hours from now. If you can’t get this wrapped up by then-”
“I’ll hand it off for Vick to finalize as we get started. Yeah. Go on, I’ve got this.”
Shera nodded briskly and turned to leave her fellow project head. On her determined march to the elevator she fought hard to compose herself. Rage attempted to lead the way, but just under it ran a strong current of fear. Neither emotion would help her cause in efficiently getting a head start on all that would need to be done.
“Head start...” she hissed under her breath. The rest of ShinRa may have been fooling themselves, but she knew better. God damn, she’d known better than to stand by! There had been such little protest when the O- Project went on hiatus two years ago due to redirected funding. What had that cost them?
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“Shakpana is arrived.” The little girl turned her blind gaze away from the fire.
Devon hummed in acknowledgement but didn’t look up from kneading the pastry dough. The man at her side stopped chopping fruit for the tarts. He turned startled eyes to the little girl, staring at her surprisingly blank expression. Worried, he whispered to Devon, “Are you sure she should be doing that unguided?”
A low chuckle escaped the wrinkled woman. “Nana has her spirit guides, _. And she don’t need to look far for evidence of Shakpana.” Devon’s voice hardened. “There’s plenty of tears to come. Anger and pain. We don’t need to rush it. It been comin’ a long time.”
A few moments later the girl started sniffling, tears running over her round cheeks and disappearing under the high collar of her nightshirt. Devon stood up, brushed her hands off on her apron, and went to cradle the child. At the table, the man stood staring dumbly at the food preparations.
Thanks to any replies you can offer. =)
Four Years After Meteor
The women studying the latest readings at the tiny desk wore twin expressions of grim triumph. Both had their hair pulled back into a ponytail and wore special glasses to reduce eyestrain from staring at computer screens day-in and day-out.
“Think the assholes are going to shove our next report where the sun don’t shine?” the younger of the two women growled.
“See if you can simplify this into an outline format we can provide at the meeting.” Shera’s narrow eyes flashed with tightly-controlled rage. “I’m setting up a time no less than four hours from now. If you can’t get this wrapped up by then-”
“I’ll hand it off for Vick to finalize as we get started. Yeah. Go on, I’ve got this.”
Shera nodded briskly and turned to leave her fellow project head. On her determined march to the elevator she fought hard to compose herself. Rage attempted to lead the way, but just under it ran a strong current of fear. Neither emotion would help her cause in efficiently getting a head start on all that would need to be done.
“Head start...” she hissed under her breath. The rest of ShinRa may have been fooling themselves, but she knew better. God damn, she’d known better than to stand by! There had been such little protest when the O- Project went on hiatus two years ago due to redirected funding. What had that cost them?
--- ---
“Shakpana is arrived.” The little girl turned her blind gaze away from the fire.
Devon hummed in acknowledgement but didn’t look up from kneading the pastry dough. The man at her side stopped chopping fruit for the tarts. He turned startled eyes to the little girl, staring at her surprisingly blank expression. Worried, he whispered to Devon, “Are you sure she should be doing that unguided?”
A low chuckle escaped the wrinkled woman. “Nana has her spirit guides, _. And she don’t need to look far for evidence of Shakpana.” Devon’s voice hardened. “There’s plenty of tears to come. Anger and pain. We don’t need to rush it. It been comin’ a long time.”
A few moments later the girl started sniffling, tears running over her round cheeks and disappearing under the high collar of her nightshirt. Devon stood up, brushed her hands off on her apron, and went to cradle the child. At the table, the man stood staring dumbly at the food preparations.
Thanks to any replies you can offer. =)