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Thread: FF7 - The Jenova Cancer ((Lilly and Mysty))

The City of Midgar, a multiple layered city. Home to many societies and districts. The district we begin our story is, the lower district.. A woman garbed in a dark cloak moved through the junk lined Lower District, junk and debris. The woman's silver hair lingered out from the shadow of her black cloak hood. At her hips two swords one longer then the other, katana like but not like a katana at all. The girl was about 18 in height and appearance, her slender figure adorned with a shadowing, her feet carrying her towards the center of the district. Her stomach growling and her posture seemed like that of someone about to keel over, a drunk wandered by singing a tune and swaying to and fro, bumping into the girl spilling his bottle all over himself. What the hell were ya doin standing around like that, bloody kid spilled my drink.... now how ya gonna pay fer it.... The poor girl would look to the man, her silver blue eyes looked to the man, and she gullible as she was began searching her pockets for a way to pay back the man, feeling she had wronged him... Her pockets had not a single gill to give unfortunately... I... I'm sorry sir, I don't have any money to pay you back.... The man growled and raised his hand up as if he were about to strike her, and she flinched and backed away, the look of a flutter of black feathers puffed out when she moved suddenly, and the feathers seemed to blow away immediately, she looks up slowly.. The man was bringing his hand down and she flinched, she was going to get hit for not paying, across the street was a bar, the 7th Heaven.
Thread: FF7 - The Jenova Cancer ((Lilly and Mysty))

Scuse me. That was all the warning either the young woman or the drunk man were going to get before a woman stepped right between them. She was in her twenties with the build to match, all wide hips, large chest, and disconcertingly for the man well-developed arms. Seraph would feel a hand on her chest pushing her back just a touch as her other arm came up, catching the man's forearm with her own. The hand on Seraph's chest left and came rushing forward, her palm striking the drunk man. It was not a hard blow, but the man's stupor would see him in the gutter in record time. The woman slowly returned to a neutral stance, glancing down at the drunk man who looked like he was about to say something. Walk away , Cal, or I'm taking your tab away. You know what I've said about those anger issues, the woman said. The drunk man, apparently Cal, widened his eyes and muttered something under his breath. What was that? S-s-sorry, he managed, before Cal turned to start crawling rapidly away. The woman turned on her heel, about to head back to the bar before... the girl made Tifa think twice of it. Silver hair, black cloak, katanas . Four faces quickly danced through her head and her mouth went dry. Hey. Who are you? Tifa asked. Sephiroth. Kadaj. Loz. Yazoo. ... and now this girl.
Thread: FF7 - The Jenova Cancer ((Lilly and Mysty))

Seraph was ultimate surprised, when the woman stepped right in... To save the girl from getting hit by the drunk. The young Jenova spawn was looking on as the woman forced the drunk to retreat back. Her light silvery blue eyes looked up at the woman. Who was more then 4 inches taller then her. I am.... I am Seraph.... The girl said when asked for who she was, and lightly the young woman dressed in black, cursed with the Jenova cells in her body, resulting in her current appearance. Seraph was worried revealing her name, would cause the woman to try and hurt her. Being as she was she concealed herself, however she had rebelled against the ways of her brothers, especially big brother Sephiroth. She was flinching a bit as if expecting the woman to turn around and suddenly begin wailing on her, Seraph could explain herself, but she was worried it would be to no avail. Suddenly, her stomach growled and she blushed tucking her head back under her hood which had fallen back when the woman stepped in and pushed her away from the drunk. Her hair matched Kadaj's in length, but was done up with two braids along the crown of her head the braids looped back a little and would trail along the sides of her head, giving her the look of a princess if that could be a term used for a monster like her and her kindred. I uh.... She fiddled with the sleeve of her cloak, she certainly did not act like her brothers, in fact her mannerisms were particularly shy in truth, like a small bird her brothers had compared her too.
Thread: FF7 - The Jenova Cancer ((Lilly and Mysty))

Seraph. Even the name-- But... Tifa had known the displeasure of direct confrontation with Sephiroth and later Loz, and had the unenviable fortune to have known Kadaj and Yazoo as well, even if it had been Cloud that had been the most direct in his encounters with the group of Sephiroth's splintered fragments. In each of their gazes they carried pure malevolence. A malice that cut through the soul. And this girl... whatever she was, Tifa couldn't see any malice. Any hatred. Anything short of a girl just worried about very mundane things like food and shelter. Was all of this just a coincidence, a foul joke? Or was there something more to all of this? Tifa reached out and grabbed Seraph's hand. Come on. She gave it a squeeze and should Seraph meet Tifa's own red eyes, the woman would smile. If you're hungry, I have food, she said, beginning to tug the girl back toward the 7th Heaven. One thing was for sure, if this girl was part of Sephiroth, the others needed to be made aware of it. Moreover, she needed someone to watch over her, and the only person more powerful than Tifa in this world was Cloud or possibly Vincent.
Thread: FF7 - The Jenova Cancer ((Lilly and Mysty))

Seraph was ultimately surprised, as she was being tugged along by the woman, she tried to speak up as to tell her it wasn't something she needed to trouble herself over... However the growl from her stomach shut her up instantly. Oh.... okay but... I... don't have any gil.... She flushed, her voice was very small, almost as she tried to oppress the very fact she had a physical form. It wasn't long before she was however inside the 7th Heaven, and looked around. It was a small comfortable place... Her eyes drift up to the woman and then... her breasts... Then resulting in Seraph looking at her own slender less filled out form, if she was a part of Sephiroth it was very clear she was a very tiny part of him if anything, most likely over shadowed by the others. This place, I can feel the warmth here... its a very dear place to you isn't it? The girl asked innocently, her features while alike to Sephiroth's were so much softer compared to the others.
Thread: FF7 - The Jenova Cancer ((Lilly and Mysty))

7th Heaven was a little slice of its namesake, all warm and cozy and comfortable. The original, of course, had perished beneath the sector 7 plate, but its successor had been doing just fine as both Tifa's place of business and one of a few places people could use to reach her erstwhile friend, Cloud. It would never be the original home of AVALANCHE or anyone else, but for them it was home. Pictures were spread across one wall, a testament to the times her and her closest friends had saved the world. Once against Sephiroth, once against Kadaj, and a third time against the Tsviets. Don't worry about the gil. I don't even technically need to run this place anymore, Tifa said. They'd had enough gil after their adventures to set each of them for life in their profession of choice. Everything else was just gravy. And yes, it is. Here... you should come through here and get a shower. I'll get some food for you in the meanwhile, Tifa said, gesturing for Seraph to follow her. It would give Tifa a moment or two to make some phone calls as well.
Thread: FF7 - The Jenova Cancer ((Lilly and Mysty))

When she settled inside, and looked to the woman. Seraph flushed when the word shower left the woman's lips... On instinct she lifts her arm to sniff... Did she smell, and then her nose crinkled, she did, and the cloak would need to be washed as its covered in dirt and soil-age... Sounds... good. As she walked along the hall, she saw the pictures. The women's friends were in them, and she drew to a stop slowly and looked at them.... 'these were....' She shook her head. In the shower room finally, she turned to look at the woman one last time.. You have been... awfully charitable... you have my gratitude.. She said calmly. Her tone timid at first but it grew more gentle as she said what she wanted to say. Soon she stepped into the shower area, and begins unrobbing the cloak falls around her feet, she wasn't wearing much of anything underneath, she slipped off her shoes. Turned to look back once to see if she was still there or not... Upon the girls back there was a crease with black feathers pocking through which linked her easily as a part of Sephiroth, however it didn't truely explain why she acted so unlike Sephiroth. She slowly steps into the shower, her slender figure was pale and her hips and bust were small compared to Tifa's. She turned the water on and began basking in the warm water that graced her body.
Thread: FF7 - The Jenova Cancer ((Lilly and Mysty))

Tifa followed Seraph all the way to the shower room and lingered at the side of the door for a moment or two longer. It's no problem, Tifa said as she waved off Seraph's words. Really, it's what I'm here to do. If I wanted to live anywhere else.. She shrugged a shoulder. I could. But I live here to help people who are down and out. And you kind of looked like you were both out there, Tifa said. She watched Seraph slip off the cloak, and it took a while to notice the feathers. Most would have seen it right away, but Tifa's eyes instead dragged along slender legs and hips, catching sight of the bust in profile before she finally saw the feathers. Black feathers -- Sephiroth's calling card. She would need to study that further... which was precisely the reason why Tifa stepped into the shower room. Need any help? Tifa asked. I... know it's difficult to reach certain spots, she said.
Thread: FF7 - The Jenova Cancer ((Lilly and Mysty))

Seraph hears the woman and she carefully takes note how the woman seemed to be looking at her one wing, or rather all that was left of her wing... Unlike Sephiroth her wing looked to be placed right where Sephiroth was missing his... The young woman however did not seem all to proud to have the reminder of what she was, and what she was part of... She tried her best to turn around so the fragments of her wing did not cause any more strange observing gaze from the woman. I.... can wash just... fine... but... if... if you want I don't mind helping you wash the tough to reach spots... She said idly eying Tifa's trademark bosom. Her gaze lingering over the woman like she had her...
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Thread: Log 0120 RP Characters

Roleplayer Lillylluna Name Subordinate 0120, a.k.a. Rei Niziolek Age 23 Gender Male Orientation Straight Brief description His work name, 0120, is his default name in the database, which is given to every worker who chooses to use it in the facility. His actual name is Rei Niziolek, and he happens to be good friends with John Yehmen. He is a very focused worker and often gets mixed into troubles that John usually drags him into, much to Rei's annoyance. He works in internal repair and documenting the use of the mainframe. Roleplayer OPEN Name John Yehmen Age 25 Gender Male Brief description A free-spirited guy who much prefers to live life by doing as he pleases instead of taking orders, John is who you would call a slacker, womanizer, procrastinator, and somewhat of a nuisance. He often flirts with the ladies in the workplace, even if he often fails at getting any respect or acknowledgement for it. He has even been punched several times by the girl or the boyfriend of the girl of whom he was trying to flirt with. His best friend is Rei, who he often teases by making up embarrassing nicknames and often dragging him into situations of discomfort in hopes of breaking his buddy out of his closed and shy shell, though he means well by it. His job is the clean-up boy, which is because no one really expects him to do his job, and he often neglects it anyway. Roleplayer OPEN Name Don Andrews Age 34 Gender Male Orientation Straight Brief description One of the higher positioned workers, Don is a very stern and serious guy. He doesn't find John's shenanigans very amusing, and he can't stand slackers. He is very precise with keeping everyone in check and making sure everything is completed in a timely manner. He may be strict to the book and well composed, though when things don't quite go their proper way, he absolutely loses it. His job is employee management and documenting paperwork after hours. Roleplayer OPEN Name Renan Hayger Age 27 Gender Female Orientation Straight Brief description Founder of Bio-Tech Industries, Renan is a strong and competent woman, overlooking the company from outside. From time to time, she comes to the industry to hold employee meetings and keeps in touch with Don Andrews to keep up-to-date with production as far as there is documented, though she has much higher intentions, which are not as innocent as they appear. She plans on using the building itself as her own technological experiment on warfare against humanity, not that Don or any of the other workers are aware of this. Her known job is looking over the welfare of the company.
Thread: Medieval fantasy - any strong or powerful women out there? (Fandoms or our own world)

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Thread: quiet, love. we'll be here a while.

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Thread: Noxians Being Noxians || ƒeral x Kaybee

It was late evening the crescent moon hung lazily in the sky, partially concealed by rolling, dark clouds. But in the center of the Noxian capital, even in spite of the hour, the streets were well-lit and the foot traffic dense. Nox, the upscale bar nestled halfway between the trade district and the political arena, was unsurprisingly brimming with customers this night. The light, dimmed just so, maintained enough visibility for comfort and yet retained the mysterious aura nobles sought in their nightclubs. If the pristine half-moon lounges and polished flame-wood tables werent enough to announce the decadence and grandiose of this establishment, the marble-encased bar and alluringly-clad waitresses available at nearly every corner were certainly enough to alert even the most dim-witted. Not that it mattered anyone who even made it through the door was a somebody or knew somebody. Of course, Darius and Draven were more than mere somebodies. The famed commander and executioner disdained even the decadent lounges a quick nod more than enough to be shown to a private booth. Pristine sofas mirroring the lounges outside, but coming stocked with a private mini-fridge and, more importantly, relative privacy via the semi-opaque moon-shaded drapery. Darius did not particularly care for the lavish establishment, but Draven had no qualms adding to his older brothers tab. The first round of drinks arrived and were devoured long before their guest arrived, even in spite of this being a sort of homecoming drink held in her name. A sort of, because although the three were drinking buddies of sorts, they never exactly did see eye-to-eye. Draven, in particular, was all too fond of goading the assassin into one verbal spat after another, and it would be obvious from his increasingly widening smirk that he was all too ready to rip Katarina a new one after her most recent narrowly salvaged mission. --and she murdered the wrong guy? Can you believe it? Belligerent words followed by raucous laughter, his trembling mustache making him look that much more like a jokester. I hardly think she slew the wrong target on accident, Draven. A greed for glory is not to be mistaken for simple foolery. The elder intoned in a much more serious voice, his face ever the image of calm Noxian might. How would you know? Maybe she was drunk and -- And younger bickered, taking another gulp of his drink. Hush, she's here now, why don't you ask her yourself? Darius interrupted, alert senses picking up the nearly silent footsteps approaching outside the drapes. He stood, pulling it aside.
Thread: Noxians Being Noxians || ƒeral x Kaybee

Katarina was never without a blade, but the fact that none of those she carried now were visible on her person spoke to the upscale nature of the establishment she stepped into. A few men and women wore dueling swords at their hips but it was held in silent understanding that the weapons would never be drawn within the building. In fact, for the sake of decorum, any challenges that were made were often seen to their violent conclusions out of sight of the bar's door. It wouldn't do to have them fighting in the street right outside such a place after all... Where the lower nobles crowded outside in hopes of passing through the doors, Katarina simply strode through them, acknowledged by a nod and a raised eyebrow from the bouncer. Hardly the first such look since her return to Noxus... While the stain on her honor had been wiped away in deed, it's taint would likely continue to color reactions to her for some time, particularly with the scar tracing above and below one emerald eye to remind all who saw her of what she had done -and more importantly what she had failed to do- in order to earn it. She glared back at the bouncer as she past, and while it was testament to his strength of will that he stood fast against the venom in the assassin's eyes, it was a testament also to the position she held despite her lingering disgrace that he made nothing of it, turning away to bring his attention back to the crowd. She could already hear Draven laughing as she stepped from damp cobblestones to dry and polished wooden floors, following the sound as she navigated the small maze of corridors that connected the many booths. The curtains and thick walls muffled the sound at first, but Katarina tracked it easily enough, padding in near total silence despite that her hard-soled boots should have clicked and clattered against the floor, managing to move lightly despite the anger that roiled within at Draven's words. The curtains swept aside as she drew up to them, and she only just barely managed to keep from looking a fool with one hand raised to part them herself, glaring at Darius to cover her surprise before she turned the anger of her stare on his younger brother who sat across the booth. Unlike the bouncer, the glare Kat fixed upon the mustachioed executioner as the drapes fell closed behind her and she slid into her own seat opposite did nothing to cow him, much to her annoyance. Unlike you, I am never so stupid as to drink when I do my job. She retorted acidly, she reached down for the fridge and let her fingers glide over the bottles, collecting condensation on their tips until she felt the glass-inscribed seal on a bottleneck and -with a quick glance to confirm that it was indeed what she sought- pulled it up and set it before her, a knife appearing in her hand as though from nowhere to pry the fitted metal cap off the top and disappearing just as quickly afterwards. She took the first long drink straight from the bottle in silence, grimacing at the bitter taste of the beverage before setting it back on the table. Any other stupid questions?
Thread: Noxians Being Noxians || ƒeral x Kaybee

Darius did not acknowledge the glare, expression impassive before he let the drapery fell, returning to his own seat. He wasn't surprised as Katarina picked the seat furthest away from Draven, leaving the three in a nearly perfect triangle. A hint of a smile tugging at his lips at the assassin's rancid temper the feisty Du Cousteau was nothing like her calm and collected father beyond their shared hair color, and it never ceased to amuse him. He was about to offer some neutral remarks when Draven beat him to it. And unlike you , I never miss my mark. The executioner only seemed encouraged by the prospects of a verbal spat, retorting back with a guffaw. Slapping his own hand on the table repeatedly, laughing at his own joke as if it were the most hilarious line in the world. While Darius seemed ever composed, it was clear that Draven was already more than a little drunk. Then again, he was always a little bit drunk. He leaned in, smirking conspiratorially, before adding. Nice scar, Kat. Make you look a little more assassin-y. Whatever that meant. Draven never one to let the English language stop him from expressing himself. You are gonna need one more line to match my glorious tats though. His tone wasn't malicious, but quite likely more vexing to Katarina nevertheless. Or maaaaaaaybeeeeee, He sing-songed dramatically, before leaning even further into the table, as if sharing a secret. You are trying to match Darius? He gasped, pulling back completely, twirling with a strand of mustache as if he'd discovered the most shocking scandal of the century. The elder Noxian's eye twitched, further highlighting the thin scar across his left eye. It was a bit longer than more diagonal than Kat's, but as far as facial scarring went, the resemblance was uncanny. Draven... He growled a warning, un-amused to be part of the joke, but the executioner was all too happy to continue his rambling train of erratic thoughts. Damn girl, you could have just asked me to introduce you to my tattoo artist you know? No need to go so far to imitate my big bro-- He didn't quite get to finish as the commander, moving at a speed startling given his powerful build, went to the side of him and slapped the back of his head. Quite forcefully, if the fact that his forehead impacted the table with a rather resounding fwap was any indication. Darius looked nonchalant as he returned to his seat, as if he wasn't the one who had just committed the violent act.