Do you want to be a ShinRa?
Make your choice real quick
Do you have what it takes brat?
A ruthless, cunning side,
Never bleed or cry!
I’ve got high expectations boy,
Money is on the line
Make the cut now kid— don’t waste my precious time.
Don’t you want to be a ShinRa?
Or would you rather be a no one?
(I’m trying Father…)
Do you want to be a ShinRa?
There’s paper work day and night!
AVALANCHE ignites— always a corporate shark fight!
I’ve taken to thinking of suicide…
Thank god for Tseng…
It gets a little lonely.
Being the President’s son,
Put under house arrest.
Sir? It’s been a long time…
Geostigma and meteor got to you…
But ShinRa’s pulled through…
The Turk’s have always been at your side…
We can start to set things right
Just order me what to do
Do you want to fix up ShinRa…?
First section sung by President ShinRa.
Second section sung by Rufus ShinRa.
Third Section sung by Tseng.
Be gentle I wrote this in like an hour.Source apathetic-ruler
Anonymous asked: via bloodiedrequiem: 'Spit it out."
on a break
"Oi. Whaddaya watchin’ teeny?"Source karameruderei
sanguinesaint asked: ( "For 'For the next five questions my Muse cannot tell a lie.': "Come on, bossy. Don't yer just love M' and M'statement?" Not fully realizing the full implication of his statement, the red head just served his blond with the usual round of self-satisfied smirk and a request to purchase more explosive he supposedly was asking the blond to grant. )
// HOW COULD YOU? YOU ARE DEMOTED. DEMOTED, YOU HEAR? XD
For the time being, it certainly helped not to look at that very self satisfied smirk on the redhead’s face. “Of course, Reno. Now get out before I use said explosives to be rid of you.”
Sleep. It is definitely sleep, Reno’d reckoned. After all, it doesn’t really need a genius to know those hot-n’-bother smokey eyed look ain’t natural. At the blond’s retort, twin vermilion brows would curve a furrow in an expression to pretty much match the man’s own disapproval. “Come on, boss, dun be heartless yo.” He could have said, ‘a dick' but that doesn't seem to be the best of choice considering the way his boss' mood may sway now. Observing no chance of getting the said document back at the moment of speaking, Reno opted instead to return his hand upon its linen surface. Callous flesh missed the blond’s own just barely as he leaned his upper torso forward with a cheeky grin that left twin aqua pools hidden perfectly beneath two lids. Curling a loose fist, the red head had even proceeded to give the desk's smooth surface a soft rap before he continued. “Didn't yer hear? It's the devil 'n the details.” He peered forward at the rest of the papers still littered across Rufus's desk.
“So…what’s more yer have to finish today before m’ gettin’ to drag your ghostly form out?”
outofcharacter: “Doin’ the math, boss.
Have m’ mention how m’ hatin’ math?with yer and the bossman keep deductin’ m’ paid, m’ surprise m’ still makin’ a livin’ ere. M’ think m’ might prefer other gun better — honest.” *Well then. will proceed to squished with a snicker because can and think boss is being cute as well.*
Most of the time ~
and ‘most of the time’ was more or less never~ it was easy to ignore Reno. It was easy to ignore the way he languidly seemed to almost spill right over the President’s desk, almost as if his insolence was contagious. Luckily, it wasn’t.
I am the devil in the details, redhead.
Unspoken, yes. All too easy to linger once inside one’s head… never mind. There was time for ferocity later ~ perhaps when he wasn’t so damn tired. ”It takes as long as it takes, Reno. You won’t be dragging me anywhere, anytime soon.” In fact, I urge you to try. Unspoken~ again. (
When had he gotten so careless?)
ooc// BOSSMAN IS NOT CUTE. LIKE…EVER. NO. Go right ahead. Find another job~ I’ll have to KILL you first, though. Remember that, redhead.
Most of the time —
and most of the time was more or less ‘all the time' —
people found it abundantly easy to ignore Reno.
Most of the time —
and most of the time was more or less ‘all the time' —
it was a guise Reno preferably kept so.
Nevertheless, as all rules go, there are e x c e p t i o n s and one particular exception was meeting him heads on. Eyes the colour of pale flame, for blue is really where h e a t burns the brightest, would meet warily his but ah!, there, lurking beneath the e x h a u s t i o n and the d i s a g r e e m e n t , was it not, as well, a challenge?
let’s bring in the d e v i l s .
Hence, forward, chin would shift, leading delicate tip of nose past the boss’ soft aureate locks, each stirred from its rest by the cadence that dictated Reno’s heart. “Y’know…” Reno lazily drawled. Modulate tonality, nearly a purr, sounded near the other’s conch of ear. Considering the state of Reno’s always rumpled attire, it was not a surprise the stance he took may have revealed the expanse of skin beneath — scarred and inked, some wounds on the verge of healing. “M’ know a sport that might even takin’ lesser time than that.”
was Reno’s little finger,
resting lightly against the side of the blond’s hand.
outofcharacter: “Yesh. Yesh. Bossman is very cute.
Now, now…. if only I can get that pale face to blush. Heh. Kill me with your love, maybe.”Source whitedecadence
gingerbaton asked: Your Reno puts mine to shame o.o
Ain’t knowin’ what yer talkin’bout twinnie as he’s damn well certain all red(s) just rock.
"Got a problem, yo?"Source coffeebang
(via thrasirshall)Source ff7-kh-conversations
She ignored him.
Now how about calling dibs on bad decision. Reno’s first even would be the moment he decided he jes—-t need to plunge his sneaky limber limp into his ma’s frick’n egg. Still, regret ain’t really his thing, and Reno has learnt to cope. Successful methods so far? You just bloody damn make sure those who did execute such decision regarding your person either live or drop in a box regretting ‘bout it.
His words of wisdom for the day? First, never ignore a Turk. Second, never ignore a Turk as flamboyant as Reno. Sharp aqua belies look and gait, it is upon the silverette’s form those come fasten. Electric rod has yet to move in following to her tightening circle, but Reno knows he can as swiftly bring it to summon.
He’s not the prey, despite how it looks.
“Rules of the jungle, kids. However yer change it, it always findin’ ya.” Reno snorts, baring his teeth in a smile that only makes the twin tattoos beneath his aqua optics only seem more like big jagged gashes that’s never healed. “M’ dun have luxury in child’s play, and m’ ain’t adoptin’ any habits soon.”
“Yer wanna play? Let’s play.” Drawing his arm back, Reno firmly brings his message down.
Right . Across . That . Frick’n . Face
There’s force there, in that grin, those eyes that were just a little too bright to be sane. The nature of sheen along the blue cloaked irises conveying a foreboding whisper that would and should ward off any too curious humans. He was a man of danger, instability ingrained in such a manner that it no doubt saved his ass countless times, flight mixing with fight as that pulse rose. The fluttering bird like heart soon to be hammering in his own chest due to only one small thing, the fight was near. That potent edge of promise blooming in the concrete jungle around them was caustic along senses, and she reveled in it. Viridian eyes brighter than the sun fixated in the sky meeting that brilliant blue without any form of hesitation, and its just barely that her chin lifts. Just the most fragile amount that her head bend back, and she sees it.
The force is real, steel cold and hard hitting her with a great deal of it. The design of the EMR was solid for it not to simply break on contact against the steel bones hidden in her face, her whole form, and its a shock. A pleasant one at that, making pupils flare in response as the kinetic energy transferred into her features makes head snap aside. Her cheek should have been crushed, there should have been blood and spitting and agony flaring across her senses from the simple contact. She should have been beaten, a human woman would not have been able to withstand with such ease. She wasn’t human though, her dark pulse rising with gusto as hand simply drifted up. Those claws adorning almost normal fingers brushing along the first signs of bruising along her cheek, the only damage sans an unsettled jaw. Said jaw rolling, the dark quick and cuticle of her claws stark against the blemished alabaster. The bruise is nearly red, like fresh blood painted along a healed wound to bring it back to life, and her reaction is wrong. The fey giggles, sharp little rattles vibration up through her chest and out of offended mouth by the others’ harsh actions. Her heart is hammering, and its with ease that lifted hand strikes back.
Those tattoos are missed on purpose, the sole purpose that she likes them. Souba likes those dark ink deposits in his skin a whole hell of a lot more than she likes the Turk who has them, eyes narrowed delightfully once more as those poised claws slash. Would he move fast enough to merely get knicker? Could he move fast enough to avoid her from curling those digits underneath loose skin and simply ripping the flesh clean from his face? So she could coo and lick at his wounds with bovine like tongue and leave raw agony in his nerves. Oh yes, she wanted to. Wanted to peel his face right off so she could keep his tattoos, so she could stroke them with a reverence that he would never receive. That is something Souba wanted, and the giggle that morphed into a snarling pitch noted how she was moving forward once again. Acrid breath falling from lips barely swollen from his attack, the dry orifice behind a hell pit for whatever human or monster flesh may ever dare to pass within. The breath of words falling out of her mouth like a kiss, sneer angled along childish features that just did not meet expectation; just as she was designed.
“Hit me harder.”
The force is real. Caustic vibration drums against frail ribcages. Its life hums in both approval and anticipation. That anticipation became the reason why Reno moved.
Where weight fell back, one leather clad heel followed the others. Lent to lanky build was a good enough distance for his own safety from the fey’s rapacious claws. It was only good enough, mind, for while that flash of danger had not gone anywhere near Reno’s face (as he had suspected, was really what was intended), those damnable claws did manage to snatch up some of his precious mane; hence, drawing a string of heated curse from Reno’s pale (but obviously much kissable) lips.
A cut or two on his body, Reno can take. A trophy of war, he considers.
Anything to maim his face though…
That . Just . Won’t . Do .
Call it former occupational habit, one of which, while he would rarely think back upon, or address, continued to shape Reno’s behaviour through the latter years in his life.
Now, where were we?
Dropping back, or falling back: either way, the result was always the same — Reno’s face still remained intact even when his balance did momentarily became unhinge. Reno made a compromise for the latter however. Snatched away from its carried momentum, his arm would snap back in a counter motion made for her seemingly fragile wrist where twin vermillion brows would draw together in great concentration. The unnatural way in which her flesh and bone answered to Reno’s earlier strike was something to consider. When the tool of your trade is something you personally created, Reno knows precisely how much force the length of steel can handle.
Now, a slash of those threatening talons?
Decision executed so, form deigned not wait to give the fey even a second longer. Instead as the EMR sprang into a fierce arc across the void between them, Reno would direct his weight entirely onto his right heel. Twisted hips sought purchase where a blade of his other shoulder was angled and heaved forward. The movement had, too many times before, managed to stun and surprise his enemy, Reno’s near-muted partner included.
Physics Getting the angle, the force and the time right, and you could topple almost anything.
Let’s hope m’ right this time.
”Yer ain’t tellin’ me what to do, sweetie.”Source flammefatale