log; completed
When; Sunday afternoon
Rating; PG for character death
Characters; Reeve Tuesti (urbandev); Jadis, the White witch (queenoftraitors); maybe some more after? We'll see.
Summary; The last falls.
Log;
Sunday afternoon. Reeve stretched in his chair at his workbench, glancing around the deserted apartment with pleasure. He didn't have to be at the Lux for another few hours, and had nothing to do for Walter yet. In other words, free time. A precious commodity anywhere but the City, and something he'd forgotten how to enjoy when Yuffie left. He was startled to realize that he was actually looking forward to the afternoon ahead of him.
Parts and tools to build the latest Cait Sith were spread neatly over the table. He still had enough from what Yuffie had stolen for him to restart the project, which had remained untouched since the Titanic curse. Best to make it all last, though, he mused, with his personal delivery system returned home. He didn't have the money to start buying things legitimately yet, even with two paychecks coming in.
Feeling surprisingly content with the situation in general, Reeve brushed his fingers over a wide array of matte knives, screw drivers, coping saws, and finally selected a simple pair of pliers. He cut two lengths of wire from the spool, pinched the ends and began twisting with practiced hands, ending with a coiled spring that he lay on the table before him with obvious satisfaction. Once begun, half done, right?
Rating; PG for character death
Characters; Reeve Tuesti (urbandev); Jadis, the White witch (queenoftraitors); maybe some more after? We'll see.
Summary; The last falls.
Log;
Sunday afternoon. Reeve stretched in his chair at his workbench, glancing around the deserted apartment with pleasure. He didn't have to be at the Lux for another few hours, and had nothing to do for Walter yet. In other words, free time. A precious commodity anywhere but the City, and something he'd forgotten how to enjoy when Yuffie left. He was startled to realize that he was actually looking forward to the afternoon ahead of him.
Parts and tools to build the latest Cait Sith were spread neatly over the table. He still had enough from what Yuffie had stolen for him to restart the project, which had remained untouched since the Titanic curse. Best to make it all last, though, he mused, with his personal delivery system returned home. He didn't have the money to start buying things legitimately yet, even with two paychecks coming in.
Feeling surprisingly content with the situation in general, Reeve brushed his fingers over a wide array of matte knives, screw drivers, coping saws, and finally selected a simple pair of pliers. He cut two lengths of wire from the spool, pinched the ends and began twisting with practiced hands, ending with a coiled spring that he lay on the table before him with obvious satisfaction. Once begun, half done, right?