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Post by Marlene Wallace on Apr 28, 2011 12:29:09 GMT -5
A/N - Just a minor discrepancy. I am aware that moomba’s were not in the VII, but in VIII but it seems a bit redundant to own a moogle. Seems like all kids own moogles and I wanted Marlene to have something different. Sue me, I love moomba’s far better =p Either way, here is my first post. Hope it does some justice to the character and this board.
Warm trickling rays from the rising sun made its way into the second floors windows flooding the scarcely decorated rooms of 7th Heaven’s living quarters with a call of a new day. The small chestnut haired young lady sleeping unawares dreaming of life in its purest form began slowly surrendering to the filtering lights which danced their way through the slits of her bedroom blinds and making their way up into her pensive face. Marlene’s eyes faltered as she looked out into the open space with dull awareness of the familiar surroundings that housed her and her adopted brother sleeping several yards away in another bed. She stirred briefly willing her arms setting them in motion underneath the thick layers of bedding that made up the warm cocoon she wasn’t eager to shed just yet. As she felt around the top of the mattress it was soon brought to her attention that the object she was seeking was not within range. Sitting abruptly, her panic stricken gaze scanned the proximity with haste until she found what she desired. Letting go of a sigh, Marlene tucked her legs underneath her and leaned out from her bed and reached for the fallen stuffed moomba that must had fallen from her bedding at some hour in the night.
She looked over the stuffed cat inspecting the body fully for anything that might be out of order. Sated with the brief consultation, Marlene brought the plush body into her own giving the stuffed animal a heartfelt hug. With her head still dipped downward, she inhaled the faint scent from the man that gifted her the stuffed cat in the first place. A mixture of saddle leather and lavender dryer sheets Tifa used to clean laundry filled her senses as she held tightly trying to remember the day he came home with so many gifts for the three. Marlene naturally received a stuffed moomba, a box of coloring pencils and a new drawing pad. Denzel was fortunate enough to receive his very own sword, although Marlene didn’t understand the meaning behind it much. But the blade sure did make her older brother happy. She remembered how much he smiled that day…how much they all did. Her thoughts turned to the two guardians. One always here, the other…
Sudden clattering from the floors below brought Marlene back to the present as she loosened her grip on the moomba’s body looking towards the small rounded face of her alarm clock taking in a mental note of the time before she fully parted from the bedding. Unlike Denzel, Marlene preferred to keep her surroundings neatly contained. Fluffing out her pillow, she quietly made her bed fully before venturing further to take on any other tasks, she perched her adored moomba upright as the stuffed animal stood watch over her mattress as a fierce hellcat would. Marlene smirked, giving the moomba silent orders to keep all enemies at bay, especially a certain smelly unkempt boy that was still sleeping nosily behind her.
Once the preparations of the day were underway, Marlene gathered her clothing and made her way into the main bathroom to wash up and look presentable. Like her bedroom, she tidied up the washroom leaving next to very little remnants of her presence behind before she made her way down the flight of steps to the buildings dried and canned food storage unit.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Apr 29, 2011 9:56:40 GMT -5
Tifa stood rooted in place in the densely lit storage unit balancing a large stew pot against her left hip while inspecting various vegetables worthy of being placed in the mid afternoons lunch special. Frowning softly, she looked at the specimen in her right hand giving it a thorough inspection before placing it down into the pot with the small bits of raw produce she deemed worthy to prep for the 7th Heaven’s menu when she felt another presence nearby. Turning her attention back to the threshold of the storage unit, she gives the young lady an appreciative smile.
“You’re up early this morning, Marlene.” as Tifa addressed her , she dropped a few scraggly spring onions down atop the other vegetables that she'd manage to collect from the lot of flaccid foodstuffs and turning back to the girl, Tifa makes her way to the archway from which Marlene was still standing attentively. “Feel like helping me in the kitchen for a bit?”
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Post by Marlene Wallace on Apr 29, 2011 14:11:28 GMT -5
Looking up at the strong dark haired fighter, Marlene gives her a curt nod and returning her guardians warm smile. “I’ll get the herbs!” she exclaims excitedly turning suddenly and dashing off towards the kitchen not wanting to waste a second more. If there was something in the world that she loved more than drawing, it was helping Tifa out with cooking.
Stopping short, Marlene reaches for one of the duel handled doors on the refrigerated containment unit, giving it all she had to pull the door back. Once the seal was unmasked, she stood in front of the array of various items taking in a quick list of what all she could grab and set aside. Squatting to half her size, Marlene held out the ends of her shirt tail and slowly began unloading the egg tray just as she felt Tifa’s black duster tickle her spine as she passes by.
“We won’t be needing many eggs today, six should do” Tifa mused as she trailed off her sentence into a soft hum of a familiar song.
Without looking away from her lap, Marlene gave a silent nod counting the eggs she’d gathered to see if she had the sufficient amount that Tifa inquired for the day. Satisfied, she carefully balanced herself and with extra precaution, Marlene tucked a steady arm underneath the fragile pile of contraband before standing to her full height.
Turning slowly, she took baby steps over to the counter that stood opposite from which Tifa stood washing off the surfaces of the vegetables. “What kind of soup are we gonna make today?” she inquired as she unloaded the last of the haul into an oval ceramic dish.
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Post by Genesis Rhapsodos on Apr 29, 2011 16:03:11 GMT -5
The world had not been as he first recalled it, Shinra had little power as it once did, the President needing to rebuild his company from scratch. Zack, the man whom had defeated him lost to the lifestream. His mind often dwindled around that former comrade, still curious to how his defeat came to pass. That was the problem with all men of his calibre, when they were taken down they rarely accepted it, rarely understood it. However with Zack once again among the living it was of little interest to ask that question yet. For now he had over intentions and plans he wanted to grow for picking yet that would take time and resources. For now those that defeated Sephiroth were what stole his interest, each member of that team held accountable significance. Cloud was the most curious, a man who fought like Zack once upon time. In any case time was on his side as the genes that spurred him closer to death had been quelled.
Genesis wandered down the streets of Midgar. The city was being rebuilt without Shinra soldiers covering the streets, yet the city construction was still being funded from outside sources. He may not be up to date with politics, nor care a great deal but his ears still heard whispers. Those whispers were Rufus Shinra was behind the funds. Even with his company lessened his pocket was still deep with gil, and likely always would be. The Shinra Company was not his only source of income. Genesas was no longer a member of Shinra, he in fact was part of something he considered much greater. It was not time yet for them to move, but all good things came to those who waited. Not far from where he strode stood the 7th Heaven, somewhere he had been wishing to visit for some time.
Movement rattled inside along with voices of two females. The bar had yet to open so early in the morning, causing the red leathered warrior to sigh softly through his lips and place himself against the wall beside the door. To passer bys he may have seemed like a drunk waiting outside to get his fill. The wind was gentle, only softly nudging the trim of his leather jacket and the strands of his copper hair, if it were not for this he would have appeared like a statue by the door. While quietly waiting by himself, he spoke under his breath. “Even if the morrow is barren of promises Nothing shall forestall my return”
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Apr 29, 2011 16:41:50 GMT -5
A/N - .... -cough- must continue onward
Pausing a moment, Tifa reached for the spouts valve and shutting off the waters flow before returning a reply. “I thought we could mix things up a bit. Maybe try the new recipe Rebecca gave us the last time we visited Rocket Town.”
“Oh! I know! We could make the crumb biscuits Shera makes Cid too!” the cleaver helping hand shouted excitedly. Tifa couldn’t help but laugh at the young girls enthusiasm. Nodding in acceptance, Tifa turned with the pot in tow, she steps around Marlene. “In that case, we’ll be needing the milk, shorting, flour, some cayenne pepper and the rest of the eggs”
In no time, the busy little helper zipped around the kitchen with ease delivering the list of items nearly as fast as Tifa could recite them. She took a moment to drain off the excess water from the vegetables as Marlene sought out the last of the ingredients in the storage room. Tifa started to move the pot back to the stove as the face of the rounded café cat clock chimed 10 o’clock.
…ten already? Where did the time go
Shaking her head dolefully, Tifa starts on the long process of peeling and chopping each of the vegetables for Rebecca’s spring stew. Her thoughts ran wildly over what other steps she needed to take before the 7th Heaven’s doors were going to be open to the public in just shy of an hour. So much more and Denzel was still asleep… she stalled and turned to started to check on him just as Marlene rounded the corner with a sack of flour in one arm cradled and in the other she held onto a rounded container of pepper spices. “Is this the right kind?” the girls asks lifting the container for Tifa to read the label. Nodding, without so much as really inspecting it, Tifa relieves Marlene of her items and sets her back for another tasks.
“Marlene,…” a bit hesitant, Tifa knew how much the two kids were quarreling lately. But if she took a moments more to do it herself, there would be no time to set the tables with the required condiments. “Could you go see what is taking Denzel so long to come down honey?”
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Post by Marlene Wallace on Apr 30, 2011 10:39:26 GMT -5
A grim façade slipped over her features as Marlene’s smile soon faded into a thin lipped line. She stood steadfast with her arms at her sides staring up into the older woman’s face. This was truly not what she wanted to do. Tifa could have asked her to take out the trash, no problem. But to play fetch to wake that sourpussed know-it’all? Well… no thanks
“..but”, Marlene stammered trying to choose her words carefully trying her best to counter Tifa’s request with a arguementive rebuttal. None of which sadly would sway the martial artists mind. Scowling, Marlene juts out her lower lip and furrowing her brow, she turns away and starts her way towards the bedroom without quarrel. Didn’t mean she didn’t want to, oh quite the contrary…
Stupid boys! So lazy! Good for nothing! Taking up space! And they smell!
Marlene stomped up the steps slamming the soles of her shoes against the hardwood flooring with as much force as her thin legs would allow. She may have no given Tifa any lip back, but she wasn’t going to make on she liked it either. Growling purposely, Marlene narrowed her eyes and stormed up to the bedroom door giving the knob a rough yank and once in unhinged, she pushed with all her might causing the door to spring away from her with ease and smacking itself roughly against the opposing wall.
The sudden clatter did nothing more than made the older child turn over in his bed as he mumbled something incoherently as he stilled his movements once more. Marlene’s temper boiled over as she marched over to the side of Denzel’s bed and grabbing two hefty fists full of his blankets, she yanks them free from his sleeping form.
“Get up lazy butt!”
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Post by Zack Fair on May 7, 2011 8:29:43 GMT -5
THUNK!
Zack groaned as he put a hand underneath him...His head was spinning..
Wait....."Am I? Alive?" Zack asked himself, looking down at his hands, still covered in their soldier gloves as they were when he died. Looking up, he saw the sight he never expected to see. His grave, marked by a rusting Buster Sword. Staggering to his knees, he stumbled over to hit. His strength was returning, but he had to know what was going on. Pulling the rusted blade from its resting place, he found that he still had his back-hanger for the blade, and after sheathing it, proceeded with the slow walk to the city he saw below.
His mind was spinning. Why was he back? Wasn't he supposed to be dead? Something was wrong...He should still be in the Lifestream. He had plenty of time to contemplate it, as it was going to take some time to walk to the city. Though unbeknownst to him, his path was leading him near the 7th Heaven bar, his pace leading him towards its side of the town.
The Buster sword made a quiet chinking on his back, its decrepit form begging to be repaired. He wouldn't let his old sword die out on him. He planned to have it reforged as soon as he could. But for now he had to find a town.
Thinking about his sword reminded him of Angeal, and subsequently Cloud. Cloud....He didn't know if the spikey-haired knucklehead was still around, but he intended to find out. Looking up at the sky, he found a discarded cloak and scarf hanging off of a rock outcropping. Reaching out and grasping them, he wrapped them around himself, covering his head from the sun with his hood, and covering his body and the Buster sword with the rest of the cloak and the scarf. So protected from the elements, he continued his walk, the city before him looming higher and higher as he approached.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on May 11, 2011 11:50:31 GMT -5
Within minutes, the stew was near completion. A ladle in one hand, spice in the other, Tifa made some last second decisions before securing the lid over the mouth of the pot. Turning abruptly, she made her way to one of the steel enforced refrigerated containment unit to check on the various chilled salads she had made the night before. The barmaid balanced several dishes across her arms with ease as she walked out of the storage unit in the direction to a cleared section of the kitchens counter when a distant ring called out into the open air. Stalling a moment in step, she rushed to unload her arms when the realization struck her that it was coming from her personal cell. As soon as it rang, there was without a doubt in her mind as to who it was that could have possibly been calling. In a flurry of motions, the dishes were set aside and the dark haired warrior was out of the kitchen and in the small office just east of the dry goods closet. Searching frantically, Tifa pushed stacks of unorganized papers and receipts around in attempts to locate the small device. Another ring…her heart began to race knowing she was running out of time to intercept the call. A final ring called out unanswered and soon the room was filled with silence once more. Freezing in the moment, Tifa clutched a fist full of papers tightly in both hands and in frustration, flung them back against the surface of the office’s desk. Dropping her head in defeat, she sighed softly looking down at the various orders wrote out in awkward penmanship. Within a second the author’s face filled her mind. His handsome solemn features fading into a softened expression, his deep cerulean eyes smile back at her fueling her to continue her search. Straightening her stance, Tifa took a moment to collect herself before attempting to look for the misplaced cell again. Several minutes later, her treasure hunt soon ended. Snatching the black device from it’s hiding spot, she fell back into the chair looking down at the tiny display screen. -One Unanswered Message- Turning the cell over in one palm, a quick tap on the inbox icon, Tifa sat upright holding her breath in anticipation for the message to filter through. What came though was nothing at all what she was expecting…the familiar female voice caught her by surprise as her brow furrowed in disappointment. ..Yuffie. How in Shiva’s name did that girl get this…? Shaking her head, Tifa let out another sigh as she dropped back boneless into the comforts of the padded chair listening further. -Hey Teef! Guess who! - Smirking, Tifa refrained from rolling her eyes but she couldn’t help but chuckle under her breath from the younger woman’s enthusiasm. -Right! It’s your favoritest friend of all time, Yuffie!! Guess where I’m at right now? - a short pause - I’m in Nibelheim!- As soon as the ninja spoke her hometown’s name, Tifa’s brow quirked in question - Oh right! Vincent’s with me too! - several seconds later, as the reception crackled, Tifa could make out some soft murmuring she could only assume was the stone laced tone coming from Mr. Valentine - Come on! Tell her hey! - the younger woman was no doubt infuriating the ex Turk to no end with her persistence. Tifa laughed again listening to the two bicker back and forth but quickly silenced when she could make out a distinct motor vastly approaching in the background. -Oh!!! Ooh!! It’s Cloud!!!- Yuffie’s voice confirmed Tifa’s suspicions. Cloud… in Nibelheim? The call started to fade as the static drowned out the voices of her comrades. …of all times it has to do it, it decides to do it now!?!?! Standing once again, Tifa started to pace around the room as her grip on the cell tightened. Her keen focus was on the deciphering the voices over the horrid reception. - I know… hey! …. You…- - not.. Yes…. No, not that I’m aware of- -…dire circumstance..- And with that, the call ended. “What!?” Tifa yelled into the deafened phone. “No!” Pulling it away from her ear, Tifa looked down at the open face annoyed. Breathing shortly, she attempted to collect herself but her mind raced on. What did all that mean?! Vincent’s voice echoed once more in her head, “dire circumstance” And Cloud’s sentence that leaked through the static. Frowning deeply, she clasped the phone closed one more being left with more questions than answers.
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Post by Zack Fair on May 11, 2011 20:32:03 GMT -5
as these events were Transpiring, Zack slowly strode into the town. Turning to notice the door to what seemed like a bar, (he couldn't tell in his dazed state) he quietly stumbled towards it, only to notice that it was shut. Taking note of the nearby man in red, though he couldn't process it much at the moment, he quietly slumped against the wall near the door, his hood obscuring all features, and his sword effectively hidden by the same cover. His dazed eyes focused in and out of his environment, trying to find a focus. It was very disorienting being brought back from the dead.
He wasn't sure he wanted to try it a second time, so he held onto the wall for dear life as he tried to make the world stop spinning. Trying not to lose control of his insides, he practically layed on the wall, his arms gripping the structure in whitened knuckles as he felt his legs losing strength and the world trying to invert itself before him. Barely remaining upright, he wondered how in hell he was just experiencing this now.
He fancied it was him starving half to death, considering he hadn't eaten since before he died, and he certainly hadn't had any food during his trek here.
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Post by barret on May 12, 2011 5:07:11 GMT -5
Barret would walk down the stairs, adjusting his metal hand, which he always detached when he went to bed. There was absolutely no sense in keeping a device capable of blowing you up while you slept equipped.
Yawning, he'd walk down the stairs, making sure not to fall. He'd be in a normal mood, which for him, consisted of not cursing before he had a meal.
He was lucky that Tifa let him sleep in the guest room after he'd been gone so long. When he reached the bottom of the stairs he'd see Tifa yelling into a phone.
"What's yer problem, yellin so loudly? I haven't broke anythin' this morning."
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Post by Genesis Rhapsodos on May 12, 2011 11:10:33 GMT -5
The day continued as it should, the man in red remaining completely still in silence with his eyes closed, perhaps even in a meditative state upon the wall of the 7th Heaven. People went about their daily business, a few passing a glance towards Genesis as he almost appeared like a statue, yet he did not mind, his presence here did not effect his overall goal. The chance to research those who defeated Sephiroth was a golden opportunity not to mention getting a nice drink. He had been drinking bottle water for so long now the chance for a cup of tea was too hard to give up. A voice bellowed from inside the bar at quite a volume for a brief moment, a womans voice. These sounds finally caused the warrior to raise his head and open his alluring gaze. He studied the length of door in silence as he listened into the words being spoken but they were difficult to completely make out.
Genesis’ attention was soon struck once more at the sounds of someone stumbling not far from him. His cool eyes slowly floated towards the sound as a familiar aura fell over his skin. Not far from where he stood a dark haired soldier collapsed against the wall of bar, barely able to walk straight, dry lips and the look of starvation in his eyes. Zack Fair. A name he would never forget, etched into his mind like a scar. Killing him now would not even be a slight challenge, yet that was not why he was alive, nor in Genesis’ ploy. Zack was needed alive and that was why he was back from the depths of the Lifestream. He continued to study the man not far from his position, until finally turning on his heel and gliding into the bar alongside others who found it was open. A few passer bys would assist Zack as it was not in his tastes to assist that man anymore.
The inside was fairly cosy. A few patrons made their way to the bar and plopped themselves down, all seemingly like regulars. A large chested woman was present along with a dark skinned metal armed man. Tifa Lockhart and Barret Wallace no doubt. Like a wave of red Genesis’ flowed in the back ground and found himself a seat in the far corner of the bar by the window sill. His fingers traced over the table beside him as he slid into his feet, his other hand being used as support for his chin. The copper strands of his hair hung loosely over his features, shadowing his face gently in the soft rays of the sun peering through the glass beside him. The mans gaze however studied the pair attending the bar. One of them would be more useful for his intentions than the other, yet they would all becomes allies in the end. He would make sure of it.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on May 12, 2011 15:03:01 GMT -5
A/N - I'm at a loss of what to do for you Zack =( but.. yeah I'm trying to merge two confrontaions into one here. This post isnt the best, but at least it'll give barret something to do, as well as give Gene a chance to say something if he feels the need. Again, apologies for the suck-e-ness?
Quipping her head upright, Tifa looked in the direction from which the darker toned voice addressed her. A questioning gaze met the muscled bound gunner as she turned her focus back to the small metallic device resting quietly in the palm of her hand. Shaking her head gently, her mind a bit unwoven from the sudden turn of events, Tifa pinned the older comrade with an unsettling look.
“Barret..”, pausing, Tifa turned the phone around in her hand as she continued, “do you have any idea why Yuffie and Vincent and Cloud are in Nibelheim?”
She prayed quietly hoping that he would at least shed some light on this peculiar situation. Taking a measured step towards the dark skinned man, Tifa flicked open her phone once more pressing the icon for her inbox and lifting the cell for him to take and listen to the message himself. As she awaited for his response, a flash of motion caught her attention as she focused on the movements behind the towering structure of Barret’s form.
….oh no, the bar!
“ Just listen…” speaking curtly, Tifa presses her cell down into Barret’s fleshed hand and without another word of explanation, she left the office and hurried to the kitchen. Turning abruptly, Tifa snatches the first writing utensil she could find as she spun back to the mouth of the kitchen’s archway taking hold of the simple white waist apron as she maneuvered towards the seating area of 7th Heaven’s bar. Bringing the blue inked pen up between her teeth, Tifa reaches around securing a knotted bow as her eyes scanned various faces which met her with their usual eager gazes. Reaching for the pen between her teeth, her left hand fishing within the aprons pocket for an order pad, she hurries up to the closest table within the proximity of the room. A quick apology, with a shorten exchange of words made. Tifa jotted down the order of the couple nodding the entire time as the fine print etched across the white tablet. “Alright, I’ll have that out in about ten minutes”, she responds with a humble smile turning away to the opposing table which seated another gentleman. Luckily, Tifa knew exactly what he would order. Soon as her eyes met the elderly man’s gaze, her smile grew twice the size as before.
“The usual Thomas?” she asks, not skipping a beat as the white haired man chuckled at her welcomed greeting, “Am I that predictable Miss Tifa?”
Shaking her head, Tifa steps across from him giving the man a soft pat on his shoulder, she leans down to where he could hear her better, “I’ll see what I can do about getting you some extra spice rolls” With that, the man sat up looking her square in the eyes, “You trying to sweeten me up missy?” Tifa laughs shaking her head, “I couldn’t possibly make you any sweeter than you already are” a quick wink down at the elder man, she leaves his side and turned to see if there were any other patrons that have managed to slip past her that were in of having their order taken. It was in that moment she noticed an unusual individual seated away from all others. Quirking a brow, Tifa wove around the vacant tables keeping her gaze locked onto the unique form sitting casually in the farthest booth in the corner of 7th Heaven’s eatery. As her footsteps drew her closer to the stranger in question, she felt her heartbeat steadily increase as she made her way up to the booths edge. Without a word spoken, she felt the need to keep her guard up. As she fastened a smile with her lips, Tifa busied herself turning over the next leaflet of paper in order to jot down the copper haired strangers request.
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Post by Zack Fair on May 12, 2011 18:11:56 GMT -5
Realizing the bar was open after his wave of Nausea, Zack stumbled his way in, being assisted by the arms of a few others.
"Someone get this man some food, he looks to be starving!" One of the helpful strangers, a large, muscled working-class man said. He looked to be a blacksmith, as he was covered in ash and wore rough leather clothing. He and what looked to be his Wife were practically dragging Zack to the bar. He slumped in their grip, the only noise coming from him the occasional groan. As they sat him in the chair at the counter of the bar, his face hit the countertop, his hood still obscuring his face.
"He seems to be carrying something big on his back too. Probably a Courier, got lost in the desert. We'd best get him some food quick." the blacksmith's wife said, placing a caring hand on the semi-conscious Zack's shoulder, her gaze looking at the large protrusion in the flowing cloak that was the Buster Sword on his back.
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Post by barret on May 12, 2011 19:31:13 GMT -5
Barret would immediately rush into the kitchen, grabbing a frying pan and a carton of eggs from the refridgerator.
"I'ma cook, alright Tifa?" He said, not giving her any choice in the matter... After all he'd have had some experience when on the road, and he hadn't caused anything to burst into flames.. YET.
Barret would pocket the cellphone, and think about the man carried in, who the fuck would get so drunk so early in the morning?
"TIFA! Where's the fucking bacon? ALSO! Ain't that fucking Kitchenware set here, where'd ya put it?" He'd shout as the sounds of pots and pans falling could be heard...
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Post by Genesis Rhapsodos on May 13, 2011 8:41:43 GMT -5
It was not long before he was approached in his position by the window. The woman known as Tifa Lockhart, child hood friend of Cloud Strife, martial artist and owner of the bar he was currently located. That was the last pieces of information he had the brunette. The days of fighting monsters and Sephiroth seemingly had not taken their toll on her nor caused her to continue such a life. Working in a bar with the mask of a waitress was something he did not expect. In his mind once you had experienced a life as exciting as something she must have gone through it would be almost impossible to ever live quietly again. Perhaps he was wrong and this was just a cover, or she missed the thrill that used to course through her veins. All in due time. Tifa stood beside his table with her notepad ready to take down his order, the scent of tea on his nostrils. The copper haired ex-SOLDIER slowly trailed his mako infused gaze towards her, running the teal eyes up and down her form before offering a slim smile. “I did not think to find such a blooming flower in the mediocre world of Midgar. A rare pleasantry for my eyes, I must admit.” He tilted his head slightly, his smile warm and alluring. After that he returned his attention to the window, people were attending to Zack and bringing him towards the bar. “Just a cup of tea, if that is not a problem.” The sharp eyes briefly lingered back in her direction while his face remained alongside the window. His tea would have to wait, if he was right about those in the establishment.
At that moment the door came bursting open once more to reveal a couple assisting Zack in carrying him. They blurted out about the need to feed him, he had not eaten since being dragged out of the lifestream it was natural he would be starving after the journey here. Genesis studied the scene before him with n apathetic expression, much like before, his voice calm and soothing as he spoke to Tifa beside him. “My tea could wait, he may need some assistance.” He said nonchalantly as he once again used his hand to support his jaw, leaning to one side and gazing over the performance without too much impression. No longer holding the womans’ attention, and with the dark skinned man in the kitchen cooking something up he rose to full height. Cooking for a starving man had its’ uses in the long run, but at the moment getting anything in him seemed more wise. Genesis glided around the tables, picking an apple from a fruit bowl near the counter and placed it in Zacks’ hand as he was cared for by the couple., though due to his semi-concious state it was questionable if he would be able to consume it. “Have him eat.” Was all he said before removing himself from the scene and allowing the actors to continue. He returned to his seat by the window and back to his original sitting position.
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