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These 3 are hilarious together. [28 Jun 2005|04:58pm]

mako_puppet
[ mood | complacent ]

The General, the Angst-General, and that Ray of SunshineCollapse )

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Shekinah, Vincent, and Sephiroth meet up [12 Jun 2005|11:53am]

mako_puppet
[ mood | cold ]

Two angsty ones and one overly cheerful wise oneCollapse )

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Sibling Reunite [12 Jun 2005|11:42am]

mako_puppet
[ mood | crazy ]

They never said opposites always attractCollapse )

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Cloud & Tifa... before the head out to Nibelheim [05 Jun 2005|01:59pm]

mako_puppet
[ mood | cold ]

WARNING: This is a lemon, so you have been warned. And yes, for all you yaoi fangirls, this is poison... it's not yaoi. >.> Don't read if you don't want to.

Let the possession beginCollapse )

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Aeris lives... Heh. [16 May 2005|08:10pm]

planetprotector
[ mood | busy ]

(OOC: Oh, I know you all are loving the irony of this... *sigh* How much more ironic can you get than playing the person that your favourite character shishkebobed? Anyway... in comes Aeris... Everyone's favourite flower girl *cough*

PS: This is probably a bit later than it should be.. but do forgive me ^_^;;;)

So believe me when I hurt you, it's to show affectionCollapse )

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[11 May 2005|08:45pm]

in_control_now
Sephiroth had returned to the library of the mansion, but in time he had climbed the rickety stairs that circled up from the basement gloom to the muted light of the main entryway of the Nibelheim Mansion. He did not wish to go outside, in case a passerby were to recognize him, and the ceiling was high enough and the room wide enough for him to practice. He drew the 7-foot long Masamune blade and gave it a swing. It was his best friend, this weapon, and was the only thing that had always been with him for as long as he had been a soldier.

He fell into the graceful, quick steps of someone who had spent their entire life learning to wield a weapon of such length. It was like a dance. But there was no partner, merely the soft thud of Sephiroth's steps and the clouds of dust that rose and fell like phantoms in the wide room.

Sephiroth lunged forward.

Brother.

The voice made him feel like ice had just slid down his spine.

Help me... A woman?

He stopped.

Sharp-spoken one comes...

Jenova?

Sephiroth's arm came to his side and he stared at the spots of bare floor where his feet had trampled the dust away. He was silent. Still as a statue. The person who had made contact with him; it was not Strife. It was not....Her. This was an entirely new entity. The sudden realization clicked into place.

The person of the unnamed file. The mysterious file in the mansion basement.

He took a soft breath, his mental shields strongly in place, as he reached out to find the connection again. He had one question.

Why do you call me brother?
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Letter from Dr. Wisley [10 May 2005|10:47pm]

mako_puppet
[ mood | calm ]

Good doctor of medical facility really did just want to help.
Statement of Conditions and Treatments for a one, Cloud StrifeCollapse )

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In Nibelheim [10 May 2005|08:09pm]

mako_puppet
[ mood | cold ]

When I looked to the stars, I saw your names twinkling above me and so I walkedCollapse )

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[24 Apr 2005|01:38am]

life_penalty
[ mood | accomplished ]

*Gasp* WHAT? ACE HAS GOTTEN OFF HER LAZY ASS AND ACTUALLY DONE A CONVO? Yeah, enjoy it while it lasts, buddy boy. Not going to happen much. LMAO. Naw, did this one because Xana dearest was too busy and I owe you guys...what, a billion infinity chats if we're doing this in turns? xD I try to do it a bit more often. Here you are though:

Sephy has come to warn Vincent with a big red talk-to-the-hand stop sign that Jenova is on her way and is probably coming for his brain and pseudo-virginity. Plus, at the very bottom, what I COULD have said when Vincent was asked to describe Tifa and Cloud's relationship. DO enjoy, won't you? *salutes*

 

Jenoooooova Retuuuuuurns...dun dun DUN dunnnnnn...Collapse )

 

 

 

 

 

And now for something completely different-Collapse )

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A Little Taste of Heaven [10 Apr 2005|10:37am]

mako_puppet
[ mood | chipper ]

Beauty comes from unsuspecting peopleCollapse )

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First Meeting of this kind [23 Mar 2005|05:06pm]

mako_puppet
[ mood | cheerful ]

When heros and villians have a chatCollapse )

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A Being who needs no introduction... [22 Mar 2005|10:39pm]

in_control_now
Sephiroth did not need much sleep. But, yet even he had to close his eyes for a few hours. It had been another day of simply reading, and even his eyes had grown tired. He had gone upstairs for some time to wander through the rooms of the old mansion, his thoughts on the picture that Valentine had shown him of his true mother...and father. At night he had returned to his place at the desk in the basement.

He closed his eyes, sitting straight backed in the chair, his hands clasped on the sword laid across his lap.

Sephiroth.

The voice that touched his mind...

He twitched in his sleep. A sudden itch in his brain. He wanted to scratch what was happening inside his very own mind. He could feel it. Something. But it was the same sweet whisper, the voice that had seduced him with promises a mother could only make.

Sephiroth’s eyes flew open, the sudden glow cast the room into a bright glare of green. He spoke in his mind. Jenova. Though his countenance was the same emotionless steel on the outside, he could feel his heart beat in his chest like a heavy drum.

I am not coming for you. There was a sound like a thousands birds fluttering their wings in his head. The sound was painful.

His gloved hands flew to his temples but he could not rid himself of Her voice, of the strange screaming, no fluttering, now dripping, now bubbling in his mind. He tried to push Her out. Tried to build walls, but they well like sand pushed down by a wave.

His legs jerked out and his chair shoved back and fell to the ground. His back hit the ground hard and yet the jolt of pain was a trifle to the fluttering and bubbling and voice in his head. He writhed, his hands squeezed his temples. He had to make Her stop. He had to make sure She didn’t control him again.

Arrogant. But I come for the Shifter and the Soldier. I do not come for you. Child. You failed me...

Her tone was like a snake hissing. She was calling him Her child and he erupted in response. I am not your child!

The voice...laughed. It was laughing at him, once only She had had words of comfort, of persuasion, and now it was nothing but the tone of mocking.

But I am in your veins. I am alive. I am alive...in three, in four of you.

Four? Sephiroth’s back arched in pain. The itching. The sounds grew. His head. He felt power, all of Her power in his veins, the room was glowing from his staring eyes. And yet he saw nothing. He was going to fall apart and dissolve like he had in the Lifestream.

Goodbye, Child.

Silence.
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Update Finally! [21 Mar 2005|10:47pm]

mako_puppet
[ mood | busy ]

More adventures of Cloud and Tifa now that they are out of Junon and resting up! Go them!

Bitterness, anger, and unemotionCollapse )

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Insanity is fun for the whole family [07 Feb 2005|12:57pm]

mako_puppet
[ mood | cranky ]

Since this RPG is crashing and burning a horrible screaming death with lack of MOD or players, time to update Cloud and Tifa.

Cloud the dependent and Tifa the caregiver with ice creamCollapse )

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Again in Nibelheim the monsters talk. [07 Feb 2005|10:06pm]

in_control_now


Sephiroth is a General...but Vincent is Angst-Master GeneralCollapse )
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Vincent and Sephiroth...hear the deep, broody monotone voices as you read... [26 Jan 2005|07:32pm]

in_control_now
Meeting at the MansionCollapse )
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Part III [09 Jan 2005|03:59pm]

mako_puppet
[ mood | ditzy ]

NaptimeCollapse )

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Part II [09 Jan 2005|03:50pm]

mako_puppet
[ mood | accomplished ]

Glass Removal and Bath timeCollapse )

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Part I [09 Jan 2005|03:46pm]

mako_puppet
[ mood | dorky ]

Meeting between Cloud and Tifa - Part ICollapse )

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Junon Institute [29 Dec 2004|02:03pm]

__lost_heaven__
[ mood | determined ]

Tifa stood outside the reception area inside of the Junon Institute. She'd arrived early that morning. Before the sun had risen, she had made sure that the hideout would be stocked with supplies for her and Cloud; for her and Cloud after she broke him out of this place.

She had a large purse slung over her shoulder which contained nothing but her wallet and her precious gloves...Premium Heart. She also had two sets of keys for the hiding place she had prepared. It was an old one of AVALANCHE'S, rarely used because the group worked always out of Midgar, but it was always good to have places in other cities. Finally, the two room, one bathroom hideaway located under a bookshop in Junon would offer a place for a few days until she got Cloud out of Junon altogether. She was sure the doctors would search for Cloud after all they'd done over the past months to keep her out of contact with him and the way they continued to insist he wasn't ready for any contact. She knew Cloud. She knew Cloud better than anyone and she knew that the best thing was for him to be out of this cruel place.


She walked to the desk and an older nurse with tired blue eyes looked up at her, "Ma'am? May I help you?"

Tifa put on a smile, though it did not reach her eyes. "Yes, I'm Tifa Lockheart. I've been sent for by Dr. Wisley."

A look of recognition entered the nurse's eyes, she thought the young woman looked familiar, it was indeed the same woman who had helped check Mr. Strife into the Institute. "Yes, Miss Lockheart. Please sign in and take a seat. I will page Dr. Wisley."

Tifa picked up the black pen and signed her name as well as noting the time and purpose of the visit. She seated herself in a far corner which contained a lush potted plant and an end table with some magazines. The walls were decorated and the reception area well-lit, but Tifa could feel nothing but a cold pit in her stomach. That the way this place had first appeared to her had been one of hope and now it was nothing but despair. She would deal with the regret later. The regret at letting Cloud go like she had into a place that was nothing but a prison.

Almost Cloud. Just a few more minutes, another hour or so, and we'll be free from here. You'll be free.

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