Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello & Draconovich]
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				Title: <strong>Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 23:50:39</strong>
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				"Run you fucking pansies! Move it move it move it!!!" Barks the orders of one of the Sergents, echoing above the symphony of panting rookies and running feet in the massive training gym. It was the final quarterly physical assessment for the fresh troopers. The third, to be exact.<br><br><br>Some of the Firsts were standing by, watching with mingling of amusement and curiosity to see who might be drawn into their folds… looking for possible candidates for mentoring. One in particular, a young man with wild black hair and merry violet eyes watches the hoard as they make this final lap in the physical assessment.<br><br><br>Amusingly, like an eager puppy looking for a favorite toy, he scans the crowd. "I'm tellin', ya Seph… in Moedenheim on that test mission, the country kid could even out trek Tseng! It was so funny… and… and… he REALLY looks like a little chocobo… ahHA!" Zack crows as he points. "There!"<br><br><br>Amidst the variety of males of varying heights and strengths in builds, a short&nbsp; brightly colored shock of hair can be seen bobbing amidst the trekking masses like one of those brightly plumed racing birds weaving through a herd of behemoths.<br><br><br>He was small, but he was surprisingly swift, tenacious, and nimble, darting around clusters and larger bodies. There was no doubt by his speed, that he could easily make it for the requirements for regular ShinRa military. The small focused male could likely make it in the SOLDIER preliminary requirements as long as he keeps his pace.<br><br><br>"See? Gotta have chocobo in 'im to be able to run like tha-"<br><br><br>However, suddenly, the dark haired Gongagan stops as the small blond suddenly bucks forward with a violent lurch as if impacted hard from behind, tumbling over the floor to land in an awkward sprawl.<br><br><br>Zack's vibrant energy dissipates to shock and alarm as he darts forward from the sidelines, bounding over gym equipment and dodging past recruits as he sees the blond give an odd convulsion on the ground before falling still. "Hey, Kid?" He seems to ease slightly as a soft groan escapes the boy.<br><br><br>"Uuungh…." Cloud moans softly, lolling his head aside slightly. That voice. "Zack?" If that's his voice… then…"Is this a dream?"<br><br><br>The first class cocks his head and laughs, shaking it before he ruffles the blond's hair as those blue eyes begin to glow with a look of awareness. Nipping his glove to tug off of his hand, Zack places his fingers to feel Cloud's pulse on his wrist. <br><br><br>"Nah, Kid. You just skidded out past that last lap…"<br><br><br>The blond blinks slowly, staring to the dark haired man with a priceless look of confusion on those youthful features that bordered on pretty with the large sapphire eyes, the small nose and pouting lips and the general soft shape of his face like some Niebleheim porcelain doll.<br><br><br>It had earned him plenty of teasing and a little harassment now and then. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 00:43:57</strong>
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				The final physical assessment was quite an event all over the ShinRa training compound. All over the training facility, people would gather in the huge gym to observe the potential First Class candidates and what their skills were. Shockingly enough, Sephiroth himself had taken time out of his busy schedule to come down here and observe to see which candidate showed the most promise. It was not up to Sephiroth himself to decide on who got in, but the sergeant that was running the entire thing. By the looks of it, the man had a clipboard in his hand, taking notes and marking things off at observing specific mess-ups by the candidates.<br><br>Ah, Sephiroth. The famous general of the ShinRa army was standing silently at Zack’s side, his arms over his chest. Rather than his trademark outfit that he wore to battle, the man had opted for something a bit more casual today, preferring a simple white dress shirt and a pair of black pants that fit onto his long, toned legs. The silvery strands of hair were allowed to fall free, some of them framing his captivating features quite nicely.<br><br>The sudden words from Zack caused him to glance downward at the spiky-haired man at his side. Since Zack and Sephiroth had walked here to the gym together, the man had been going on and on about this new recruit that showed more promise than anyone he had seen before. He had come here in curiosity of meeting this boy as well, and it seemed it was his lucky day indeed. Zack’s hand shot out and pointed out that boy in the group of recruits. <br><br>Yes, yes indeed… the boy did stick out like a sore thumb.<br><br>“He is rather… small for SOLDIER.” Of course, Sephiroth of all people knew that it was not wise to judge a book by its cover. “He is rather nimble, though. Quite fast from what I can tell.” That warm, deep voice would rumble out nicely. The general’s eyebrow twitched lightly as he spotted the moment of stumbling before he hit the ground, and almost immediately, Zack was rushing across the track to get to him. Rather than stand back and observe casually, the general followed in a rather languid manner. Of course, being so tall, the man’s long legs carried him rather quickly to the destination.<br><br>“You need to pay attention to your footing a bit more. One mistake like that can cost you your life on the battlefield.” He informed in a matter-of-fact tone. Those emerald eyes locked with the sapphire ones of the young recruit before his hand was held out to the golden-haired boy.<br><br>“Back on your feet. Don’t let your sergeant down.” He advised, lifting a brow curiously. There was something about this boy that seemed… perhaps familiar. Had he seen him before? No, no… hair like that would have definitely stayed in his mind. It was puzzling as to where he had seen him, but… oh well.<br><br>“Go on.” He nodded, motioning with one hand for the boy to resume his running. When Cloud finally did take off, Sephiroth’s strong arms crossed back over his chest. “He does show promise.” He murmured to Zack thoughtfully. “Hopefully the sergeant will see that as well.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 01:54:08</strong>
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				Cloud bears something of a baffled look, reaching up, uncertainly to poke Zack in the chest, evoking a soft grunt of amusement from the dark haired man. "Y…you're alive…"<br><br><br>The raven haired first laughs and ruffles the sunny fluffy locks of the youth. "Of course I am! Messhall's food's bad, but not THAT bad."<br><br><br>This, didn't make any sense at ALL to Cloud, and those blue eyes revealed the confusion, and then he's looking up at the oddly familiar faces…and the ceiling that even though he hadn't seen it in a long time, he knew well enough.<br><br><br>But… wasn't it destroyed? Along with everything else? He was sure many of these people shouldn't be alive… including his friend who was very much warm and breathing.<br><br><br>However, as that soft and eerily familiar deep voice speaks it feels like a finger traced down Cloud's spine. With surprising speed, the small blond is on his feet and moving protectively between Zack and… Sephiroth?<br><br><br>For a moment, the General is exposed to a startling look. Not fear, or hero worship…or in some cases, lustful appreciation. He meets the eyes of a fierce opponent: confident, righteous…and… burning with an inner fire and vengeance. However, he stops as Zack gives his shoulder a playful squeeze. "Whoah, there… eager to go…huh?" <br><br><br>Cloud blinks, snapping out of that unexpected protectiveness, then looks up to the first he was standing before. As Zack gives him an encouraging ruffle again on his hair, he eases somewhat.<br><br><br>"Go ahead, Cloud! Do as the General says."<br><br><br>The… General.<br><br><br>Cloud stares to Zack for a long moment with a mixed cocktail of confusion, disbelief, and finally, a reluctant compliance as he succumbs to the puppy's insistence and nudge. With a last wary look to Sephiroth, Cloud then turns and steps to the track… amusingly staring down to his feet then his hands, patting himself down before he takes to the track with a deeply pondering look.<br><br><br>Reaching up to scratch his head, Zack bears something of a thoughtful pout. "Kinda funny, that. Wonder if he hit his head." He simply shrugs, then collects his glove, placing his hands on his hips, watching the boy run. He grins as he sees the lad pick up his pace swiftly again..now… instead of desperation, he is running as if on a mission. "Stumble aside, he's fast enough for the requirements. He was in his last physical assessment. So… whatcha think, Seph?" Those softly glowing violet hues raise up to Sephiroth as he sets his hands upon his hips with a grin. "General DOES trump Seargent after all, so who cares what he thinks?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 02:15:49</strong>
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				There was a look of confusion and defiance within this young recruit’s eyes, something that Sephiroth had not seen in such a long time. Now that he had attained the rank of a general and he was hailed as a god among men by many of his comrades, it was nearly suicide to give the general such a look. However, Sephiroth’s temper was not as bad as reputation held it to be. His eyes followed Cloud as he set back to his routine of running about the track, intent on proving his worth to the rest of them.<br><br>“Hmm… I’ll have to see his vitals and records until I really get an honest opinion. He’s fast. Seems to have a lot of endurance and stamina.” He commented, rubbing at his chin slowly. “Though time will tell if he’s ready to join SOLDIER or not.” He scoffed, looking down to Zack. “Until then, keep an eye on him. Seems like the sergeant has his eyes on him too.” He looked to the blond as he ran quickly around the track, easily catching up with the rest of his peers.<br><br>He returned to the side of the track and waited patiently until the sergeant would call time upon the training. Reading through the results, the sergeant cleared his throat and looked upward. “First up… Cloud Strife. Laps made… thirteen. Your speed’s pretty damn incredible, boy.” He scoffed and rubbed at his nose. “Off to the side. Stand near the general and he’ll take you to your new quarters.” He stated. It wouldn’t be as high up as Zack or anything, but actual SOLDIERs had new rooms and everything.<br><br>The emerald-eyed general looked down upon the blond and gave a slight nod of his head. “Cloud Strife, hm? Have we met before?” He inquired, seeming a bit perturbed… déjà vu, perhaps?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 02:34:04</strong>
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				Coming to the end of his run and the remainder of the tests, Cloud reaches up to wipe long bangs out of his eyes… and he reaches back behind his neck… feeling hair clinging to his neck.<br><br><br>The ponytail.<br><br><br>He'd cut it off, he remembered, when he failed to make the cut, last time. He felt…heavy, a bit awkward and slow in his body… he couldn't feel… it. Or hear… Her.<br><br><br>It was silent in his head. He'd forgotten what that was like.<br><br><br>He yelps, however, stumbling as his name is called out and he's immediately pounced upon by an overjoyous puppy who whooped like he'd won the first prize in betting on chocobos in Gold Saucer.. "All right! You did it, Spikey! You made it!!!"<br><br><br>Stumbling slightly to free himself to catch his breaths again, that troubled perplexed look melts into a soft warm smile as he looks up through long bangs to Zack.<br><br><br>As Sephiroth nears, Zack grins, winking to the older SOLDIER. "Well, I'll leave you two to it! I need to go take care of my class. I'll be back to see you later, Cloud!" <br><br><br>The young fighter bears something of an amused, almost affectionate look to Zack… an almost… relieved look. Maybe it was from passing. However, all smiles vanish as he raises those intelligent careful sapphire hues to Sephiroth as he approaches, and those youthful features bear a guarded serious expression. At the lack of familiarity of his name, however, the trooper carefully considers this before he shakes his head slowly. "No… I believe you have not met me before…General."<br><br><br>It felt so strange coming from the man. But, he certainly doesn't seem to be dangerous… at the moment. <br><br><br>He was young in appearance… but those eyes… they were far too old for someone so young looking to bear. However, in his file, it does say eighteen as his age.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 06:01:48</strong>
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				Sephiroth was used to Zack's antics by now, seeing him leaping all over the place and bearhugging people left and right. Of course, Zack knew not to do such to Sephiroth, for even if they were friends, the general was not below knocking some sense into the dark-haired swordsman. He observed silently as Zack rushed off, happy as ever that his friend had made the cut for SOLDIER. Sephiroth was indifferent, though he did hope that this boy did not crush the man's hopes or his own. Hopefully Cloud would show just as much skill and quick learning. <br><br>"Hm..." Sephiroth murmured thoughtfully, observing the boy with curious eyes. There was something about him... ah well. Perhaps it was just another one of his feelings that hit him from time to time. The much taller man gave a light nod to Cloud and turned his back. "Come. Follow me and I'll show you to where you'll be staying." The man offered. The other cadets, or at least some of them, made the cut too. However, the sergeant was dealing with them while the highest-ranking cadet would go with Sephiroth and receive a tour of the SOLDIER dormitory.<br><br>Up a few elevators they went, and Sephiroth seemed much less psychotic and power-driven as he would in the future. The man held an air of calmness about him, hands folded neatly into his pockets and a warm, glowing glimmer within those emerald eyes of his. Soon enough, they reached the facility where the men stayed. It was rather quiet for the moment since most of them were either training or out on missions established by the director of SOLDIER. "You'll be rooming with Zack. I see you two are compatible enough as it is. Plus most of his roommates have requested another one since he is rather... energetic, I suppose." He mused. He motioned him into the dormitory, a rather average-sized room with two sets of bunk beds, even though there would only be two people living there.<br><br>"All floors of the establishment are open for exploration except the top one. That is where the highest-ranking warriors reside, like myself. It's not of my decision, though. The director would rather not have tension between the higher-ups and the lower-class warriors." He explained, looking down at the much smaller boy with a lifted brow.<br><br>"Your file says you're eighteen... right?" He cleared his throat. "Yet you look... very young. Almost too young."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 06:35:34</strong>
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				Silently Cloud stares back unflinchingly, studying the General as much as his past foe stares to himself. He eases somewhat as the General turns around. Wordlessly, he follows after the man he'd once idolized. Had he been the age he is physically, he would have been deliriously joyful… though in a more shy quiet way. However, the somber youth simply listens an observes. <br><br><br>With the rooming assignments, Cloud cannot help but give a sleight twitch of his lips in amusement, needless to say, his friend with be VERY happy. "Yes, Sir. Lt. Fair is a bit exuberant at times, but I can handle him." With the explanations of accessible areas and where he could and could not go, the fair haired lad nods.<br><br><br>However, once they stop, and the General inquires about his age, Cloud blinks those vivid sapphire eyes. Nearly about to blurt his age he knew himself to be… one that would seem even MORE unlikely than what is in his folder. Ah, but he caught himself in time. It takes him a moment to recall exactly when he should be. "I have always been small and young looking for my age. My mother hardly looks old enough to have a grown son. It is an inherited trait, Sir." Cloud speaks softly… and a slight twitch catches in his chest. His mother. She's alive.<br><br><br>He allows his gaze to once more raise to meet those green eyes that looked so VERY different than he remembered, bearing a careful, but curious look. "Age matters not one bit as long as I have the ability to continue to fight."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 07:42:38</strong>
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				There was something rather off about the young male, yet he wasn't really sure what it was. He seemed... distant, perhaps put off at the concept of being lead around by the general. Most people would have cherished the opportunity, yet Cloud himself seemed to view it as a hindrance.<br><br>"Hm..." Perhaps the boy was telling the truth. he was rather small for his age indeed, then. Ah well. It was nothing for him to worry about and Cloud did make a valid point. If he was strong enough to fight and be ready to do so at any given moment, Sephiroth honestly didn't care.<br><br>"If you are sure that you can handle him, I'll leave him in your hands. I'd rather rely on you to look after him anyway. A cadet of your qualities and promise surely has enough skill in keeping things cool at the right time." He let out a warm chuckle and crossed his strong arms over his chest, eyes going about the room. He tried to think of anything else he had to say, finally remembering the most important thing that he had to tell the boy.<br><br>"You'll be in my class from now on, Strife. The highest-rated cadet gets put into my beginners' courses." It was quite an honor indeed to work with the general and be taught by him. The students that did get to take his classes were of amazing skill and proved to pass with flying colors. "You're to meet at the training field tomorrow at seven in the morning. You'll be training for a good five or six hours, so make sure you get plenty of rest tonight, understand?" He locked eyes with those sapphire ones once more, lifting a brow.<br><br>"Is there anything else?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 12:29:16</strong>
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				The quiet Niebleheim lad shifts his gaze about the room that would be his now, and he eases out a bit of that rigidness to bear a thoughtful look of consideration. So much… changed. In, even, just an hour. Blinking slowly, he looks up to the man who was going to be his mentor, and the blond blinks with a look of genuine surprise. He'd never recalled the Silver General to have taken anyone under his wing before. This… could prove to be interesting. Maybe if this small event is a change, other things might be able to be changed.<br><br><br>However, he simply nods and replies with a well habited military crispness. "Yes sir. Seven in the Field, sir." He, however, meets those piercing green eyes that bore the luminous glow of SOLDIER… not the bright burning of madness he remembered.<br><br><br>At the inquiry of anything elsse Cloud parts his lips, seeming to be about to speak, however, he apparently decides against it, shaking his head. "No, Sir. I will be ready to give you everything I've got."<br><br><br>As he had so many times before, the young SOLDIER rookie silently adds on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 16:53:25</strong>
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				He'd have to search his thoughts to try to figure out where he had seen the boy before. There was a strange sense swirling about that boy and himself, as if he was supposed to meet the boy and take him under his wing, provide him with the proper instruction. Of course, such things were obviously nonsense, as Sephiroth did not believe in things like fate or anything like that. Not at the moment, anyway. The tall general cleared his throat slightly and gave a gentle nod in Cloud's direction. "Good, then." He could tell that Cloud had wanted to say something, but it was better to leave things alone. If the boy wanted to speak to him, he would rightly do so. His hand lowered to ruffle slightly at the blond's hair, a rather affectionate display for a man of his stature and reputation.<br><br>"Do not let this get to your head, though. You may be a SOLDIER now, but you now have to work twice as hard to get to the top." He chuckled. With that, the general made his way out of the dormitory, heading toward the elevator that would lead up to his own quarters. He had a bit of work to do himself, so he would leave Cloud to himself for now. Zack would be along soon enough to show him around some more and get him used to the place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 03:50:40</strong>
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				Cloud remains silent with the intense gaze the taller man was weighing upon him… however, that guarded&nbsp; looks drop to a priceless surprise as Sephiroth threads his fingers through the feathery soft locks to ruffle them… the sunny toned hair as soft as down feathers.<br><br><br>It was… odd, and a priceless slight flush races across Cloud's youthful features along with an awkward slight shy confusion triggered by the unexpected gentle gesture.<br><br><br>Blinking vivid sapphire eyes at those words, the lad straightens as he regains his wits, his stoic guard rising once more and his face going carefully neutral as he nods. "I will work hard…" again… "…to be able to defeat any SOLDIER or God." The blond watches the form of the Silver General, the man he'd idolized as a kid, depart. "Even you." He whispers faintly as Sephiroth leaves the front door. After it closes, he absently reaches up to feel his hair where it was ruffled.<br><br><br>This… was a side of Sephiroth he'd never seen, never known has existed. How much HAD he lost when he went mad? He stares down to his boots, thinking as he considers that there could ONLY be one source of this odd new situation.<br><br><br>Frankly, when it comes to the Life Stream… he's becoming less and less surprised with the strange things in his life.<br><br><br>Within a matter of time, Cloud is settled in with his gear and possessions, as few as they are, stowed neatly away, and, amusingly, folded as one accustomed to constant travel would. However, even as his hands do these old habits, his thoughts drift to Sephiroth and how more pleasant he is, at the moment.<br><br><br>Perhaps there might be hope.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 06:27:40</strong>
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				The general finished up his work that afternoon with relative ease. The blond soldier would not see him for the rest of the day, though. It was a wonder as to what the general had to do that night, though it had kept him busy for the remainder.<br><br>Cloud would not lay eyes on Sephiroth again until the next morning at the requested time. As expected out of Sephiroth's class, there were few people that were in the class due to high expectations out of the entire army itself. Sephiroth was garbed in his training clothing, which consisted of his leather pants and his black trench coat. Luckily, it was rather cool outside today, so it would not be too uncomfortable.<br><br>The man had opted to not use his usual blade, preferring a sword that would match the length and width of his students. The tall man looked about his students and cleared his throat, his arms crossed upon his chest.<br><br>"Strife. You're up first." He stated, motioning him forward.<br><br>[ Sorry for a bit of a short post, lovie. I've got a killer headache right now. x__x ] 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 22:30:18</strong>
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				That night, after getting settled with Zack, Cloud goes to his room, and immediately, he sets about working on pushups and sit ups, determined to try to get his old strength back.<br><br><br>Of course, no doubt that will be easier once they get their first Mako treatment.<br><br><br>And, still, again a lot was due… much to his reluctant admittance… to whatever Hojo did to him in Niebleheim.&nbsp; <br><br><br>Did he really want that to happen again?<br><br><br>Was it worth the risk and torment all over again?<br><br><br>The next day, as he stood with the handful of students that he knew would be culled even more sparse through the training and the next few days, he silently carefully chooses his weapon with the thoughtful precision of a grizzled buster wielder at a weapon shop. He was contrastingly dwarfed by the powerfully built and taller recruits, and this earned quite a bit of amusement and teasing from the men, which he bore with a quiet patience… a few of his classmates speculating about how this pretty little thing managed to make it to so difficult and elite a warrior class.<br><br><br>However, as he's called forward, Cloud paces to the designated spot, staring straight ahead to the man he'd idolized. His gaze, however, falls to the blade in the man's hand. This will be… interesting. He will have to compensate for the shorter reach.<br><br><br>Once the sparring match begins, Cloud remains absolutely still studying Sephiroth for a long moment before suddenly bursting into motion. The first thing a trained eye would be able to tell: He had a disturbingly skilled technique, smooth, beautiful and compensating between offense and defense. And he was fast.<br><br><br>The problems were the obvious lack of strength of a human compared to a SOLDIER… and that he seemed to be growingly frustrated with himself, his techniques fighting his body's limited capabilities to the speed and strength required to make them formidable were poorly lacking.<br><br><br>He did, however seem to have an odd advantage…seeming to know Sephiroth's moves and ways to work with or around them. However, even this precognitive flavor to the boy's fighting style was sadly ineffective without the power of a SOLDIER to back it up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 06:41:23</strong>
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				Truly, Cloud was a wonder to many of the general’s students. They were watching with amazement as the small blond rushed at Sephiroth and attacked with no fear whatsoever. Where the boy had gotten this bravery they wouldn’t know, but they were aware that Sephiroth was a master at swordsmanship. The smaller blade in the general’s hand would block each of Cloud’s attacks with ease as if he had known the other’s form and skills before fighting him even once.<br><br>It was… puzzling.<br><br>“Quite an array of skills you have there. Your power’s weak, though.” Sephiroth grinned and lunged backward at a slice from the blond. Quickly, the man would rush Cloud, hand pressed against his chest and his sword pressing down against Cloud’s own. In a battle of sheer strength, the silver-haired warrior would pin Cloud to the ground and keep him that way with the sword pressing down against Cloud’s own. He wouldn’t press down as hard as he could, for that would kill the boy.<br><br>With a slow chuckle, Sephiroth rose to his feet and held his gloved hand out to his student. “Excellent. You move quickly and definitely do have quite a grace about you. You’ll have to learn how to be stronger, though.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 14:32:21</strong>
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				When Cloud gets pressed to the floor, he squirms and struggles, however, he felt so much like a Nieble wolf cub under the paw of one of the adults, and as his weapon pushed down by the General's own clangs against the floor in his defeat, he lays, panting and staring up with that vibrant stubbornness, even if a noticeable frustration brews there. That old electric feeling excitement thrums through him still, though, as it always had in his battles with Sephiroth, the proximity would have made the Mako in his blood sing, had it been there.<br><br><br>He relents and allows himself to be helped up. Rather than devouring the compliments as most would, he looks a bit displeased with himself, and the blond nods solemnly. "I will become stronger, no matter the cost."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 15:59:32</strong>
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				"Good. Do not disappoint me." He murmured. "Zack has quite a lot of faith in you and it'd definitely look bad if you end up not being what he expects you to be." Sephiroth bowed his head and ordered for the next student to come out to test their skills.<br><br>This went on for the rest of the day with Sephiroth teaching all of them a few more advanced sword skills, making them repeat it until they had perfected it. Not only did he teach them more with the sword, but also with his bare hands, as he wanted them to be prepared for hand-to-hand combat as well. <br><br>"Sephiroth!" A voice boomed out and the general looked toward the opening of the door that lead into the deeper parts of the ShinRa facility. The general was silent for a long moment before making his way forward and carrying on a conversation. There was a deep look of annoyance in his eyes before he rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "Classes are dismissed for today. Come back tomorrow at the same time." Sephiroth told the students. "Except you, Strife. You're coming with me." He motioned him to follow, giving the boy time to catch up before he began his way into the training facility.<br><br>"Seems like you've definitely caught the attention of a lot of people. Professor Hojo wants to meet you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 05:55:31</strong>
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				"Rest assured, I will surpass his expectations… and yours." Despite his aggravation at being below his usual capabilities, Cloud silently observes his classmates in their testing attempts, enigmatic observant sapphire eyes watching each defeat, and the lessons reaped from each.<br><br><br>Sephiroth, he realizes, makes a surprisingly good teacher and a grudging respect slinks forward past his past enmity and bitterness. With that harsh call that pulls the General away from the class, Cloud turns to return his weapon to the wall, considering how he will manage to get back to the level he was before.<br><br><br>He would have to defeat Sephiroth again, wouldn't he.<br><br><br>However, the young SOLDIER turns, glancing up at the curious order of the tense General before he simply nods, moving to stand before the tall deadly man with that fearless confidence looking eerily serious on such young features. "Yes, Sir." <br><br><br>Once the others depart, he simply tilts his head with an almost amusingly thoughtful inquiring look at the mention of gaining attention… momentarily looking very much like a chocobo with the action with the gently ruffled honey toned hair. Those bold sapphire eyes blink at the mention of the frightening man that bore such control… who'd been a source of such torment and damaging of his mind.<br><br><br>He'd also, ironically, been the unfortunate source of the strength he'd had to face Sephiroth.<br><br><br>How odd how all of this seems to fit together again. Cloud simply nods, however, his hesitation and the haunted glimpse in the sky blue eyes is swiftly hidden once more. "Then, I suppose I should not keep him waiting, shall I?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 04:22:50</strong>
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				Sephiroth was not looking forward to Hojo having to take a look at any of his students. The scientist was quite a ruthless man when it came to interesting trainees and if they caught his eye, he'd do whatever it took to get a hold of them. The general cleared his throat and made his way toward the training facility, walking with a slowness to his gait. "What you will learn is that while Hojo is a regular man by comparison to you and I, his temper is quite fearful." Sephiroth did not fear the man anymore, though. As a child, perhaps. But now...<br><br>All he felt was an anger and a bitterness toward the man. He cleared his throat soundly and gave a slight nod to the other. "Just try to go along with what he asks of." He needed to go to the scientist himself, as it had been requested for both of them to come along. The man rested his hand atop that wild blond head, giving the hair a slight ruffle.<br><br>"I will be there as well. So do not be afraid or nervous. I won't let him do anything to you that I wouldn't do to myself."<br><br>[ You wanna play Hojo or me? ^^; ]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 06:26:55</strong>
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				Cloud follows quietly along side Sephiroth… however, he notices the reluctance and slow stride leading the General, and those enigmatic sky blue eyes raise up to study the man who looked every bit like the boy trying to postpone stepping into an unpleasant situation as long as possible.<br><br><br>The words of reassurance coming from the man he'd once fought seemed so very oddly ironic.<br><br><br>Especially, considering what he knows of what the man did to Sephiroth.<br><br><br>And what Hojo did to him.<br><br><br>Breathing a soft sound in his throat as the soft feathery hair is tousled, he cannot help but reach up and clasp his gloved hand over the one on top of his head, a faint dry smile gracing those youthful features. "General, what doesn't kill me, makes me stronger."<br><br><br>The blond's smile fades swiftly, however, as they near an area unsettlingly familiar, and the resolute youth bears the look of a hardened warrior prepared to step into a vicious battle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 10:17:39</strong>
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				True... the boy's words were correct. If Cloud could survive it, then he would only become stronger because of it. Oh, if only Sephiroth knew how true those words would ring for later on in their lives. A rather uncharacteristic softness appeared within the general's eyes as he felt the gloved hand clasping over his own. "Indeed. I suppose you're right." Sephiroth of all people should have known that. He cleared his throat as he made his way into the scientific division of the facility, making his way through several automatic doors. Soon enough, he and Cloud both arrived at the scientist's office. <br><br>Hojo was a man of great influence within ShinRa, especially with his plans to create a perfect killing machine. And it had all culminated in Sephiroth, a man who was unknowingly his son and had been transformed into just that from his father's sick wishes. The tall general gave a slight bow of his head to Hojo and furrowed his brows. "You requested my presence?"<br><br>"Indeed." Hojo lifted a syringe from his desk and Sephiroth's jaw tightened at the sight of it.<br><br>"Again?"<br><br>"It's been long enough and you need a re-dose of it, general." Hojo pushed his glasses up. He rose up as Sephiroth moved to lean silently against the edge of the desk. He rolled up the sleeve of his coat, revealing his arm. Hojo tightened a vice around the man's upper arm to expose the vein a bit more and injected the bright blue Mako into Sephiroth's veins.<br><br>"This must be your new protege, hm?" Hojo questioned softly.<br><br>"Protege isn't a word for it. He's only a new student."<br><br>"Whatever you want to call it, his records are off the charts." Hojo tapped the end of the empty syringe as Sephiroth rubbed slowly at his eyes. "Tell me, boy. How many mako injections have you had in your life? You are obviously not like the other recruits. You've had exposure to it before, have you not?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 12:24:42</strong>
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				The second Cloud laid eyes upon Hojo, it took everything in his power to not attempt to throttle the scientist. That… would be unwise… especially as weak as he is at the moment. Drawing a deep breath, he carefully regains his composed calm. The sight of the syringe loaded with the glowing dangerous cocktail being brought to Sephiroth brings a remembered chill shiver down the lad's spine in the memory of the many he'd had. How he wished that he could spare any more of those injections to the silver maned man he was beside... it was amazing he was taking it so calmly. Cloud knew they burned like hellfire.<br><br><br>However, he raises his head slightly, to meet the scientist's eyes dead evenly with a grim pokerface calm as Hojo speaks to him, asking such questions about injections and exposure. Ah… how ironic… if only the man knew.<br><br><br>Which, of course, he certainly won't, not if Cloud could help it.<br><br><br>Shaking his head slowly, Cloud replies flatly. "None. I am from Niebleheim… the Mako tends to saturate into everything around it." The&nbsp; youth remains standing carefully beside Sephiroth, however, he attempts to read for a reaction in the scientist at the mention of that city which housed such unpleasant secrets. "Of course, you would know that, Doctor, wouldn't you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 15:32:25</strong>
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				Hojo wrapped up the general's elbow where he had injected the mako into the inside of it, seemingly uncaring that he had caused so much pain to Sephiroth. The silver-haired general was definitely holding back a reaction, though. No matter how many times he had been injected with mako, the burning sensation all over his body would only dissipate after an hour or so. Slowly, Sephiroth rolled down the coat sleeve to hide his bandaged arm and curled that hand into a fist, trying to focus on anything but the feeling that spread throughout his body. It felt like hell and no matter how many times he'd have it, he would never get used to it. This had been his life, though. From the very young ages, he had been trained and used as a weapon by ShinRa. By now he'd grown used to the process and simply let it be.<br><br>At the mention of the small town located near one of ShinRa's mako reactors, Hojo stalled his movements in surprise. "Nibelheim, you say? Well well... I do say you're the first person that's successfully gotten into soldier from that dinky little town." He laughed in amusement and moved behind his desk, settling in. "A very intriguing scenario, though. No injections in your life yet you still hold the eyes only a SOLDIER would have." Hojo mused thoughtfully, rubbing at his chin. Everything in his life had been devoted to science, so naturally, the possibilities were endless when it came to thinking up ways to use Cloud to his own advantage.<br><br>"We do have to get back to training." Sephiroth began, rising up and shaking his head.<br><br>"Of course, of course. Do be sure to stop by later on perhaps, hm? I'd love to hear more about your village." Hojo grinned in that sadistic manner that was only befitting to the man who had basically ruined so many lives for sheer pleasure.<br><br>Sephiroth shook his head and took hold of Cloud's arm, not even giving the boy the opportunity to resist. He moved with him out of the office and sighed silently to himself. "Do not go to him alone, Strife. It's not wise." He murmured. The general's forehead gleamed with sweat as he walked along, as he was using all of his energy possible to not fall to his knees and scream in agony. Luckily the burn only lasted for so long. It would dissipate soon enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 19:26:41</strong>
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				Cloud manages to suppress a wince in sympathy for the General. And he knew the difficult to read man well enough to find those subtle hints of pain. However, his attention turns back to the man in the labcoat, and that stoic calm shatters with a priceless look of surprise, those luminous sapphire hues blinking. Not realizing his movement, Cloud reaches up to touch just under his eyes, however, he drops his hand, realizing his telling reaction.<br><br><br>Well now… maybe it was a little gift of encouragement from the Planet in this bizarre second chance? Boon or not, he swiftly regathers his calm composure and the boy with the eyes of a man many years older simply studies the scientist, trying to read what the crazy man might have in mind. "I'd fallen in Mako pool a few years back. I never realized it had left a lasting mark." There… honest reply, and… hopefully… believable.<br><br><br>With that deceptively open yet apparently mandatory invitation, Cloud cannot help but smile faintly. "I am certain you know what lies buried in my home far better than myself, Doctor. All I have worth telling are local superstitions and ghost stories."<br><br><br>Cloud manages to make his way out with Sephiroth before stepping out of the door, and the lad shudders violently. Glancing up to the General showing obvious signs of pain, he edges closer, and places his arm around the taller man's waist to offer support, even smaller as he may be. <br><br><br>"Oh, I would not dream of it, Sir. I wouldn't want to get court marshaled for beating him within an inch of his life." The blond snorts a breath, and a genuinely angry light gleams in those mako touched eyes. "But, I suppose, he is a necessary evil." Cloud begrudgingly admits with a groan before he raises his eyes to Sephiroth, considering his terribly haggard lackluster appearance. "Why do you put up with all of this? What keeps you anchored, if I may ask, Sir?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 20:38:14</strong>
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				Sephiroth grunted as he felt the arm coming around his waist. A look of surprise filled the man's features as he took a glance down to the blond-haired soldier at his side. Everyone beforehand had been terrified of the general for many reasons. They thought that while he could make friends, he could just as easily strip them away and destroy them. Yet this young student had no fear of him whatsoever, a trait that Sephiroth found rather... endearing. <br><br>"Trust me. I have had the thought many times myself." Sephiroth chuckled and shook his head. He moved slowly with Cloud, making his way toward the dormitories since Sephiroth would need some time to rest after one of his injections. The question asked by Cloud was one that Sephiroth thought of many times throughout the course of his life. One he wasn't sure he had a definite answer to, yet...<br><br>"I suppose... Hojo's been there from my childhood, to be honest. If you want to think about it in a sick manner, the man's the closest thing to a father figure I have." Sephiroth's eyes narrowed as he walked with the much smaller male, his strong arm curled around his shoulders. "Just do not let him do to you what he has done to me. Mako injections are very serious. They may make me stronger, but... the benefits go nowhere near outweighing the pain and suffering I have to go through because of them." He grit his teeth and stopped walking, his body leaning against one of the walls to catch his breath.<br><br>"Forgive me..." He murmured silently. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 22:49:04</strong>
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				Assisting a worn out comrade was something that had become habit through the war, and helping guide Sephiroth was something done with patience and surprising ease in the hold. He glances up briefly to catch that perplexed look. That chuckle eases the blond youth, and he cannot help but smile faintly, ruefully. He, however, catches his breath at the ironic statement about the scientist seeming like a father figure, and he seriously fights to bite his tongue. "I would feel pity for any child of his."<br><br><br>The young SOLDIER raises his head to gaze to Sephiroth, quirking a pale brow before he states simply. "Sir, either I will be willing and let him do what he wishes… and be allowed to continue as a SOLDIER… or I resist, and I will be yanked from SOLDIER, Midgar, and the light of day. Then, who will you have to lean on, Sir?" And Cloud smiles, one of those rare warm gentle expressions of light amusement at his rare little joke.<br><br><br>With that moment needed for rest, Cloud patiently stands beside the tormented hero, and he tilts his head. Those words… Forgive me.<br><br><br>They meant a great deal more than Sephiroth could fathom. However, the blond swordsman silently wagers an inner debate before he reaches up to place a reassuring hand on the General's back, much the way Aeris had in his times of difficulty.<br><br><br>"I…think I can forgive you."<br><br><br>Cloud hesitates, then states lightly. "That is, unless you lose it and begin burning places at random, then I will have no choice but to hunt you down and kick your ass as many times as it takes… Sir." It was difficult to tell if he was serious, or speaking in jest… but the notion of a novice SOLDIER daring to presume he can pose a threat to Sephiroth was… well… quite humorous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 05:59:57</strong>
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				Sephiroth indeed was rather unaware of how ironic his statement was. Of course, he would probably not be surprised upon learning that Hojo was his father. He held onto the younger soldier's shoulders as he moved with him down the hallway and toward the dormitory. Sephiroth hid his true anguish and pain from the injection, for if he had been allowed, he would scream to the heavens and thrash about like he was dying. It was how he truly felt, so why would he not react in a manner such as that?<br><br>The boy seemed rather intent on forgiving him, though... it was a bit of a rhetorical request. Hearing the boy admit that he could puzzled the general greatly.<br><br>"Well, I am no psychopath. I assure you I will not go burning places down at random." The general chuckled as they stepped into the dormitories. He gave a slight pat to the blond's head and grinned down to him. "Enjoy your time with Zack. I shall be upstairs getting some rest. Thank you, Cloud."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 13:10:44</strong>
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				"Everyone has a snapping point, Sir. And when someone knows exactly what it is, it can be used against you." Cloud replies simply. However, at the pat on his head and the smile on the General's lips, he blinks, tilting his head aside at the unusual genuinely pleased expression. However, he nods as he steps back snapping a smart salute at the dismissal. "Yes, Sir." The crisp move softens, however, as he bears a thoughtful look. "It might help if you remember that you aren't alone."<br><br><br>Turning briskly on his heel, Cloud strides calmly back towards his rooms, mulling over the confusing series of events. The side of Sephiroth he'd never seen before… Hojo with his painfully sharp observations and interest… that he was even BACK here, in the first place.<br><br><br>So enwrapped in thought is he, he's completely unprepared for the pouncing he receives from his energetic roomate until he's suddenly grabbed into an affectionate headlock and the feathery golden hair is ruffled mercilessly.<br><br><br>"Ooh, Kid! You did GREAT! I saw the surveillance video of you take on Sephiroth… MAN.. I didn't know you could fight like that! You're going to make an awesome SOLDIER, Cloud." The dark haired Gongagan grins grandly, proudly, hugging his smaller friend.<br><br><br>Regaining his breath, Cloud pants softly as he once more claims sweet sweet air. However, he pauses as a thought strikes him. Reaching up to pat the strong arm around his shoulders, he tilts his head aside somewhat. "Zack… I need you to do me a small favor."<br><br><br>"Sure thing, Kid… anything!"<br><br><br>Three hours later, a much less enthusiastic Zack strides beside Cloud as they enter the medical and scientific research part of Shin-Ra. "Some favor… why are you coming down here?" He shudders, shaking himself off like a dog does mucky water.<br><br><br>"Because I said that I would." Cloud replies calmly. "And if I don't show, the higher ranking officer who accompanied me last time, Sephiroth, will take the heat. He was in a bad condition earlier. He doesn't need any more stress." The blond shrugs. "Besides, when you get overactive and a clumsy attack strikes, you might do enough damage to get us both kicked out of the lab in no time."<br><br><br>Zack cannot help but wince and chuckle. "Ouch. Thanks for the vote of confidence."<br><br><br>Cloud nods, however, as they stop in front of the foreboding door, he sighs as he rakes his fingers through the honeyed locks as he whispers faintly. "Besides, I want to find out what he knows. What he's planning." And then he knocks upon the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 08:32:30</strong>
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				Hojo was definitely a mysterious man. The scientist could only imagine what Sephiroth's reaction would be to finding out that he was his true father. That Sephiroth was nothing more than a simple scientific experiment to Hojo, one that had turned out to be one of the most successful men of the entire planet. The warrior was strong, agile, ruthless, virile, every single quality that could be optimum in a man. And Hojo had a hand in creating him. He grinned as he sat at his desk, typing away at his computer silently. <br><br>He was not expecting to be interrupted, though. The man furrowed his brows and looked to the door, shaking his head. "Come in."<br><br>---<br><br>Back within his own bedroom, Sephiroth had taken a cold shower and had collapsed underneath the bedsheets with nothing covering his frame. The mako was slowly beginning to throb within his veins rather than all-out burn, so he could try his best to get some sweet sleep. How that would turn out, he wasn't sure.<br><br>"Nnngh..." THe general rolled onto his side and shuddered, one hand curled into the blankets that were drawn up over his waist and to his stomach.<br><br>Within an hour, the general would be back to normal. Strong and stoic as ever. But this was the most vulnerable he could be at the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 01:45:03</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana, geneva, sans-serif;" class="bbc_font">Zack reaches up to rake his fingers through the wild dark locks, staring to the rookie that he'd befriended with a concerned look. "What lit a fire under your ass, Cloud… I've never seen you this… driven before." However, as the voice speaks from the other side of the door, he grimaces, giving a last pleading glance to the determined small blond who then opens the door crisply.<br><br><br>But the look on the boy's face… such hate and revulsion… it didn't seem right at all. Especially with how fast that calm composed mask covered it before the door moves to reveal them. The young SOLDIER enters, crossing his arms over his chest, and standing with an uncowed stance of strength an confidence. Zack on the other hand, shuffle in behind Cloud, standing close by and carefully casual with his hands in his pockets. "Hiya Doc! Kid insisted on coming up here… something about keeping his word or something."<br><br><br>"What is it you want to know about Niebleheim, Doctor Hojo?" Cloud inquires bluntly with frank straightforwardness. Zack cannot help but bear an unshielded look of surprise at this difference in his friend. Where was the shy friendly country boy he'd known? "After all, it's a small hick town with nothing of note except some beat up old leaky reactor. There couldn't POSSIBLY be anything else up there worth your time… is there?"<br><br><br>Cloud, though, was seething within. Sephiroth was in such horrid condition because of this man. Maybe he might be able to act as a buffer by distracting Hojo from his pet project?<br><br><br>"Vampires, ghosts of weeping mothers… a horrible tentacled blue Alien that's old as dirt?" Cloud casually settles his hands on his hips, glancing up to Zack who gives a slight choked snort, covering his mouth with his hand to fight the guffaw threatening to rip loose.<br><br><br>Really… it's all…<br><br><br>so absurd.<br><br><br>Like proposing an aisle of scifi horror movie plots are in the po dunk town.<br><br><br>And to Hojo no less… the man of all science and no fantasy!!!<br><br><br>Was Cloud there trying to pull the man's leg with a bold disregard of his own safety? To prove he had brass ones? Biting his lip to keep from grinning, he plucks out his&nbsp; PHS as it chirps briefly and he eyes the screen. <br><br><br>And then he grins, texting with poor spelling and great speed to relate this bizarre turn of events to Sephiroth. "Heh heh, Cloud… you're SO going to be in for the lecture about how that stuff doesn't exist." He mutters in an undertone to&nbsp; the young blond.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 13:57:27</strong>
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				The scientist could see the fire within the blond's eyes as if someone had truly set the boy into a rage like no other that he had ever seen before. But to Hojo, a man of his power and genius, such anger was only... amusing, to say the least. The dark-haired man had a bored look upon his face as the boy spouted off possibilities of why he was interested in Nibelheim. He took a brief glance to Zack before laying his eyes back on Cloud. Silence filled the entire room before the man burst out into an amused laughter, one that could not be rivaled by anything he had given before.<br><br>"Your brashness amuses me greatly, boy. Do keep in mind that you are a simple soldier. Nothing more. You have no right to be barging into <em>my</em> office demanding information. You need to learn your place, boy. Perhaps your friend there needs to teach you some manners." He grinned slowly.<br><br>"If you're concerned about that stupid little town, then there's no reason to be. I have no intention of throwing millions of people into it and taking over. It's none of your concern and you should watch who you talk to like that, boy." He sneered, returning to his paperwork. "Now get out of my office."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 20:41:57</strong>
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				At the laughter, an unbidden shudder slithers through Cloud and he clasps his hands tight at his sides… remembering that laugh all too well and the torments and shattering of his mind that came with it. The blond remains completely still, his face utterly impassive as he is promptly dressed down, however he stares back with those sky blue luminous eyes.<br><br><br>Oddly enough, those soft lips barely manage to completely hide a smile tugging at the corner of them, however, he simply salutes at the dismissal, crisply, before stalking out.<br><br><br>Zack, however, is staring with held breath and bafflement on those noble crafted features. Shifting an apologetic glance to the Doctor, he gives a sheepish grin. "Sorry bout that, Doc. I'll make sure he doesn't come back."<br><br><br>Which, actually, would be a SOLDIER's dream, to not be called in so often to the place that delivered such pain. Turning and stepping out behind Cloud, he carefully closes the door… and promptly grabs the blond, and begins running his fingers through the sunny mane with a thoughtful look.<br><br><br>Cloud squeaks as he gets manhandled and dragged off in so humiliating a manner. "Ah..gah! Zack… what are you doing?!"<br><br><br>Squinting a violet eye, Zack searches as he fondles through the sunny locks as he hauls Cloud back to the lift. "Checkin' for a bump. I think you hit your head when you fell. It's…it's CRAZY to go yanking on Hojo's tail like that! It REALLY could have gone badly."<br><br><br>Grasping the arm about his chest, Cloud blinks, then raises his eyebrows. "Actually, that went perfectly. I met his requirement to return, and he sent me off without asking me a single question." <br><br><br>The dark haired man blinks… staring to Cloud. And then begins tugging him along down the hall. "Kid, you are going to be someone's worst nightmare, do you know that?"<br><br><br>About an hour later, there comes a knock on Sephiroth's door and outside waits a rather pensive concerned looking Zackary Faire, rubbing his hand through the dark shaggy locks with a deeply troubled look. "Seph? I think there's a problem."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 10:21:02</strong>
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				Sephiroth's body had gotten used to the new mako within him by now. The burning and pain that he had felt before had dissipated into a slow throb by the time he finally awoke. And when he did awake, it was to a rather firm pair of knocks upon his door. No one ever came up to the top floor of the establishment unless they really needed something. He slid himself out of bed and made sure to pull on a pair of pants at least. With that, the general moved to the door and opened it up, emerald eyes locking with the concerned blue ones of Zack.<br><br>"Problem?" He shook his head and stepped out into the hallway. He was never a man who let anyone into his bedroom, as there were too many personal things inside. Records and whatnot, of course.<br><br>"What sort of problem?"<br><br>[ Sorry for short post, dear. :3 Can't say much about him waking up and asking what's wrong. xD ]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 15:04:42</strong>
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				Troubled Violet hues glance up and down the corridor as the younger first class absently worries his lower lip in his teeth.&nbsp; As the door opens up, he meets his superior officer… and friend's… gaze with a deeply concerned look. <br><br><br>"Seph… it's the Kid. It's… he's… I don't know…"<br><br><br>Like a puppy stumbling over it's overlarge paws, he fumbles with his words before he draws a deep breath. "Something's wrong with Cloud. He was always so sweet, and shy… quiet and…well.. nice. But kind of kept to the background."<br><br><br>He shakes his head. "I wonder if he hit his head, Seph… cause he had me go with him to meet up with the Doc… WILLINGLY… something about agreeing to return, and he wanted to keep his word. Well, the kid takes Dr. Creepy on, Seph… bold faced challenged him and taunted him about his town and asked about weird things.. ghosts, vampires… aliens or something… WEIRD shit, Seph." Zack shakes his head again before raking his fingers through the ebon locks. <br><br><br>"I don't know if he was serious, or just kidding around. Well… get this. The doc fussed him something awful and kicked the kid out of his office. I mean, I scolded him, cause… hell… messing with Hojo's just DANGEROUS. He was lucky he just got tossed out." He bears a confused look, scrunching his nose up into an effort to mull over a thought. "Seph… I don't know how or why, but the kid was fine with the whole thing… said he planned on getting tossed out. And then… after… he went straight to the training room."<br><br><br>Drawing a deep breath, he leans against the doorframe, resting his head against it as he digs his hands into his pockets, toeing the floor with his boot. "I don't know what to do, Seph. I'm worried for Cloud. He… he hardly smiles like he used to."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 20:25:04</strong>
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				Zack knew Cloud a lot better than Sephiroth did. To Sephiroth, the rather bold persona was just something that he could admire in the young recruit. Yet it seemed like the idea was troubling Zack greatly, for he had not acted this way before and it was starting to become a problem to the dark-haired first class. The general was silent as he stood there, mulling over things in his head. Why would Cloud really want to go challenge Hojo face-to-face? No soldier, especially a newcomer, would ever have enough guts to go up to one of the most feared men in all of the facility.<br><br>"Hm..." He didn't comment on the other's statements, as he was too busy thinking on what could have possibly brought this about. "I'll talk to him." He offered, moving back into his bedroom to briefly in order to grab his coat. He tightened it around his torso and gave Zack a light nod. "Don't worry yourself over it. I'll find out what's wrong with him."<br><br>Being told Cloud was so different was definitely a bit troubling to Sephiroth now.<br><br>Off to the training room he went, and when he arrived, he leaned silently against the doorway in silent observation of the only person there. "A bit strange to be training alone, no?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 03:54:40</strong>
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				Cloud was drenched with sweat, muscles twitching from the strain, but he was weaving and swinging with that heavy buster blade sword, frustration and concentration evident as he pushes his young body's strength and speed to make the moves he knew so well work.<br><br><br>Stopping a moment to pant heavily, sapphire eyes glowing brightly, he grits his teeth with a growl and begins the whole process again.<br><br><br>However, at the sound of a familiar voice, Cloud twists with an agile limber ease and brings his blade up defensively as he stares to Sephiroth with a fierce intensity before his thoughts catch back up to him, easing his guard. Grunting as he allows his blade to lower, the blond absently brushes damp golden hair from his eyes. "Strange is simply a matter of perspective. And… I need to practice. I need to get stronger." <br><br><br>Raising his head, the lad tilts his head aside, studying Sephiroth carefully. "You must feel terrible, still. Are you really up to be coming down here to train?" After all, in Cloud's mind, why else would Sephiroth come down there? "I'll get out of your way, if that's what you want, Sir."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 10:23:32</strong>
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				"Of course you do." Sephiroth had been the one to suggest Cloud increase his strength, after all. "Though I don't think training alone is going to do much help now, will it?" The general chuckled, making his way forward. He was rather warmed by the boy's concern, yet Cloud obviously had not been around Sephiroth very much to know about his reactions to the injections.<br><br>"They're always hell within the first few hours. Though after a while, my body gets used to it. I've been having those injections since I was a boy." He removed his blade from his hip, the long, deadly katana gleaming quite dangerously. Cloud had been used to that blade by now, for Sephiroth had carried it and used it throughout all the battles that he had gone through with the blond. <br><br>"I actually wanted to speak with you. Training might help me as well, though. Your friend, Zack..." He began, rubbing at the side of his neck. "He is... worried about you. Says you are not the same as you used to be."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 14:01:10</strong>
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				At the mention of how the injections hurt, Cloud breathes a low grunt. Oh, he knew EXACTLY how they felt. "Pain might go away, but not much helps the feeling of being sick as a dog."<br><br><br>Those keen sapphire eyes lock upon the blade, following it as it's drawn and a calculating familiarity and an odd hint of an energetic eagerness spills through the blond's worn out body with renewed vigor that will likely end up with him hurting like crazy after this.<br><br><br>He smoothly shifts his position and grip on his weapon with an ease of habit, one used to facing Masamune. However, he then steps away suddenly, moving to the wall. Trailing his hands over the weapons, his questing fingers fall upon a shorter blade, and he hesitates at that mention of Zack's concerns. He's giving himself away.<br><br><br>Grabbing the sword, he turns to return to the training area… a weapon in each hand.<br><br><br>A dual wielding buster… it was…<br><br><br>not done. Not taught by ShinRa, and no one in it's employment used the slab of steel AND another weapon. <br><br><br>"I've come to realize, Sir…" Cloud states with a soft voice, facing Sephiroth with the weapons in an expert stance out of habit, well taking a defensive poise perfect to deal with the General's form with the elegant long weapon. "…what can be lost. The things and people I cherish, and the people who need to be saved. I need to get stronger to protect them all."<br><br><br><em>Especially you. </em>Cloud finishes in his thoughts.<br><br><br>That old thrill pumps through him, exciting the mako in his veins as he faces Sephiroth. Though he loathed to admit it, he loved their battles…and every time that deadly man locked in a mutual obsession with him returned, it pulled at Cloud like an addiction, though he hid it under a mask of valorous fury that fooled even himself.<br><br><br>But the flow of movement, the dancing of war, the sing of their blades… and the wrestle of their bodies for dominance and victory speared a euphoria through Cloud that grew each and every time he crossed blades with the One Winged Angel.<br><br><br>Ah, yes… that.<br><br><br>"I have an angel I have to keep from falling." Cloud growls and then the lad darts forward to begin yet another of their battles with cerulean eyes blazing bright.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 17:45:11</strong>
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				Sephiroth's calculating eyes would follow Cloud, watching him with keen interest all the while. To actually witness someone dual-wielding those huge blades with such skill and form was rather impressive to even Sephiroth, whom it took a lot to impress in the first place. Not many students had come into the training facility so quickly and gained the attention of the strongest man within the entire ShinRa facility, after all. This boy was so young and many would have not wanted a boy his age to witness such battle and bloodshed. Yet the boy carried himself as if he were years and years older, which impressed the man to no end.<br><br>"Many come to ShinRa to learn how to do just that." Sephiroth mused. The boy wanted to protect the people he cherished and loved, yet Sephiroth was completely unaware of what the boy's intentions were, deep down within him. Those emerald eyes shone with intensity and he quickly moved into position as the boy lunged at him.<br><br>Their blades sang out in sweet harmony, steel slamming into steel with such force. Sparks were created with each battle of blades, many of which Sephiroth went easy on since he was much stronger than the young form of his companion. That training went on for hours and hours, both of them truly getting a feel for each other's style and skills. Perhaps this was where they had first begun to find a familiarity with each other's attacks. Nevertheless, Sephiroth did see huge potential within the blond and he would not lie about it if asked.<br><br>When the sun had fully set and the night had dominated the sky, their training stopped. Sephiroth let out a warm chuckle, his blade slowly slipping back into its sheath. Halfway through the battle, his coat had fallen open in order to allow his body to cool off as they trained. The muscular torso was gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat, for it was the first time that Sephiroth had truly exerted himself in such a manner in a long time. "Very impressive, Cloud."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 18:14:28</strong>
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				Though skill and the heart for the battle was there, Cloud's body couldn't quite keep up. The dual blade wielding DID help him compensate for the strength and speed he lacked… but as the training passed and as Sephiroth relaxed his coat, the sweat drenched boy was down to his sleeveless blue uniform undershirt and his baggy pants, bringing such a sense of familiarity, armor and heavy belts and layers cast aside.<br><br><br>Honeyed hair clings wet to his flushed face, the tail of the yet uncut hair having fallen loose and clinging to his shoulders and back. <br><br><br>This sparring… the battling. It was… wonderful.<br><br><br>It lacked the poison of cruelty and hate&nbsp; from their prior battles, and though Cloud lacked the physical enhancements he'd had before to even the playing field, he loved every minute of it. It's how things should have been!<br><br><br>At the end, however, as Sephiroth draws away, Cloud falls to sit, panting, his trembling overexerted body stubbornly demanding rest that his adrenaline has denied. The blade sitting beside his quavering gloved hands, muscles trembling under the pale skin of his arms, the mountain boy gazes up to Sephiroth.<br><br><br>And smiles.<br><br><br>A genuine warm content expression. "Thank you." He manages between greedy gulps of air. And then he lays back , savoring the cool of the floor on his overheated skin, those sapphire hues not parting with the emerald eyes of his commanding officer.<br><br><br>"That felt… good. Right."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 06:39:19</strong>
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				Sephiroth's skill was unmatched even with Cloud who would someday defeat him. Of course, Cloud was young and his training had not been intensified as it had been later on in life. There was definitely potential for the boy to be quite a problem for him later on, though. Cloud was rather aggressive and was not intimidated whatsoever by Sephiroth's reputation or his skill. It was refreshing to see such a thing, though. It gave him the hope that Cloud really could become his equal and perhaps be promoted to a general himself.<br><br>"It did, didn't it? I suppose it's been quite some time since I've trained like that before." He chuckled, fanning his coat slightly so he could bring a bit of cool air against his torso. His blade was surely in need of sharpening after the beating that it had taken from the dual buster swords. Of course, Sephiroth was frequented to do that, though not so quickly after such a grueling training session.<br><br>"We'll have to train more often, won't we?" He laughed, observing the cadet that was laying on his back, sucking in lungfuls of air. "You're very skilled. Much more skilled than any recruit I've seen before."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 12:37:11</strong>
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				Smiling up from where he is lying on the cold comfortable floor, Cloud indulges in that laugh that was so very different than the one he'd heard before and known so well. He liked this laugh. Finally managing to get his breathing back under control, Cloud finally pushes his reluctant boy to sit up. "I don't doubt we'll be crossing blades many more times again Sephiroth…" The blond blinks as he tries to get unsteadily onto stiff awkward legs like a baby chocobo, realizing that he'd let the man's name slip from his lips from old habit, his tone of familiarity unmistakeable. <br><br><br>&nbsp;"Ah…ah! Sir! Sir… my apologies." And he sinks back down to sit, wincing at the painful complaints of his body. He'd pushed himself WAY too far. He decided to grant it a few minutes more before trying again. His muscles felt like they were molten lead: heavy and burning with each move.<br><br><br>He REALLY does need to get stronger. "I think I got carried away."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 15:34:20</strong>
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				"Well of course. You are my student after all, are you not?" He knew that the boy would have to endure Sephiroth's rigorous training suggestions, though aside from that, Sephiroth did want a friendly spar with the boy from time to time. It had been a long time since someone had been able to really give Sephiroth a challenge and make him work up a sweat. The familiar use of his name made Sephiroth lift a brow in surprise, though he was not offended by any means. On the contrary, he found that the name uttered from those lips was rather comforting, for everyone else had always called him "sir" or "general". Hearing his name from the lips of a cadet of all people truly made him feel rather warm and happy.<br><br>"Nonsense. You're welcome to call me Sephiroth if you prefer." He gave a bow of his head and held his large hand out to the other. "Come. Training like that can only be healed by one thing. You need a shower to help relax your muscles." Sephiroth advised, slowly tugging Cloud to his feet and catching him around the waist. Cloud had helped him along this way after the injection, so it was only right for Sephiroth to return the favor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 01:36:42</strong>
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				The blond rookie SOLDIER blinks those vivid blue eyes in surprise as rather than chastisement or a cold disdain, he receives a surprisingly warm genuine response from the deadly man. Hesitating, he reaches up to clasp that larger hand, feeling an odd sense of reassurance… and as he's pulled close to that chiseled form brimming with raw power and refined battle. It was oddly pleasant. His bit of tension from getting pulled close eases as he lets his shaky stiff body get supported in an ironic mirroring of earlier. <br><br><br>Grunting slightly at the soreness, Cloud seems to not be minding the hurt, otherwise. "A shower would be very welcome." The chocobo haired blond lets himself lean against Sephiroth with a comfortable reliance like a pet dog leaning against it's owner on the couch. He was delightfully warm, and the sinful twitching of his abused muscles could be felt.<br><br><br>"You seem rather happy, Sephiroth. I'd never seen you like this." Cloud hesitates, blinking as his weary mind catches up and reminds him of their past that… hasn't been. "I…mean the pictures of you. You just always looked…" Maniacle? Domineering? A chocobo short of a race? And he closes his eyes, focusing on the memories of those photos he'd collected of the man he'd once admired. "…lonely."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 06:58:21</strong>
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				Sephiroth kept a firm grasp around Cloud's waist as he lead him away from the training room and toward the showers that the soldiers used. A man like Sephiroth was high up enough to have his own personal bathing facilities, yet since Cloud was rather new in the soldier program, he'd have to learn to bathe in the public showers. The general's strong arm stayed secure around the blond's waist while he lead him to the facility, slipping in. Many were rather surprised to find Sephiroth so willingly bringing the other along.<br><br>The comment by the young recruit made Sephiroth blink in surprise. had he really looked so miserable beforehand in all of the pictures taken of him? He figured he had never really been keen on the idea of getting his picture taken, though his normal persona was that of a quiet, cold general. The man had to be that way, as nothing else seemed fitting. He had to not be weak in the face of anything, whether it be battle, conversation... it was just his nature.<br><br>"Lonely... hmm... I suppose it does get quite lonely. I've been rather lonely for the majority of my life." He seemed to not mind all that much, though. "I hope it is not unappealing for me to be happy, though."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 22:38:40</strong>
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				It was something the blond could see… having been much that way himself. "I understand what it is to be alone. Even among people. Like you're the only one like you in the world." Cloud states quietly. However, at the mention of appealing, the blond glances up and cannot help but smile faintly, wryly… shaking his head. "No… happy is a good thing. Far better than angry, I would say. Though, I should say you deserve some happiness. It gives life something worth living for, even if you already have something worth fighting for." And with a start, he realizes the truth and irony of those words… something his friends had tried to hammer into him in his morose detached years after the War.<br><br><br>As they go into the shower room, Cloud's faint smile fades, however, as he catches those staring eyes. He narrows those cerulean hues, remembering how the first time around, he'd had to find creative timing to sneak off for showers to avoid the numerous troopers that found the smaller blond a bit… too interesting.<br><br><br>Oh, he almost welcomed one of the oafish brutes to try it now, then he'd be able to vent with a lovely unleashing of violence.<br><br><br>Wait… lovely? Since when had violence been that? Shaking his head, Cloud clears it before he steps forward to the undressing area, beginning to kick off his boots, shrugging out of his clothing without an ounce of hesitation around the General… a habit gained from the necessity of living on the run with other male fighters.<br><br><br>Without hesitating a second, Cloud stiffly makes his way to a MUCH welcome spray of cool water, running over the pale flesh marred only with the assortment of bruises from their heated battle, proud badges on the lean but tightly muscled form.<br><br><br>A soft sigh of relief escapes Cloud as he reaches up to turn the water warmer, groaning as he rakes his fingers through his hair. "I can't wait to go on my first mission. It'll be nice to be able to vent on some monsters."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 01:15:27</strong>
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				Cloud was definitely a mystery. No one had ever intrigued Sephiroth as much as this boy. Those emerald eyes observed the boy with curiosity as he moved with his help, telling him that he knew exactly how Sephiroth felt. "Hm. I suppose that is a rather nice outlook on life." Sephiroth chuckled. "My entire life has been battle, though. Things that make me happy are few and far between." He explained. Nothing had really ever set Sephiroth into an ecstatic mood. He figured battle was the only thing that truly made him happy. <br><br>He observed with interest as the boy made his way toward the undressing area. The general himself moved toward it as well, shedding his clothing since he had not showered within the cadets' facility in quite some time. Plus he didn't want to end his conversation with Cloud just yet. The tall, chiseled frame of the general moved beneath the cool spray of the shower in order to wet his frame down. Hip-tall walls would separate each stall from the ones beside it, giving enough privacy so no one would be eyed up or anything like that.<br><br>The general slid his hands back through his silver hair, letting it stick to the toned planes of his back. "Indeed it will. I suppose your first mission will come after you've had the proper training, though. We can't send you into the battlefield with just a bit of experience. I know you have potential, but there are still many skills and whatnot that I can teach you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 01:31:05</strong>
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				In the stall, Cloud glances up, simply being able to see the shoulders back and head of the General due to his petite height, however, Sephiroth would have an unrestricted view if he looks down to talk to Cloud. Scrubbing through the soaked drooping sunny locks of hair with sword calloused fingers, Cloud raises his eyes to his once adversary now friend.<br><br><br>And holds his breath.<br><br><br>Sephiroth looked…. like he had in that crystal.<br><br><br>The second he'd laid eyes on that powerful body enshrined in the mako crystal, somehow, all his resistance completely melted away. He'd blamed it, then, in a haze of fury and righteous rivalry on the puppet strings Sephiroth toyed with him with. However, now… he'd realized as bright luminous cerulean eyes watch the trails of silver hair and water streaming over the powerful muscles… his guard was completely down for completely different reasons.<br><br><br>And then, Cloud realizes with a jerk, that he'd been staring, finger's stilled in his own hair. However, suds trail into his eyes, and he fusses with a sleight hiss of dismay, his blush mercifully hidden as he squirms and dances slightly from the sting as he tries to rinse out the cleaning mess. <br><br><br>"Gah… well, I can understand that, I suppose." Finally rubbing his eyes free with one hand, he reaches about in a blind fumble for soap. "What skills are you intending to train me with, then?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 04:09:55</strong>
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				The general's body was built to be the best within the entire training facility. He had trained constantly when he had been younger, for his goal in life was to be a killing machine. Well, perhaps not his own personal goal, but that was what Hojo's intentions were all along. A perfect soldier. And from Cloud's perspective, the man definitely fit that description. The man's body was powerful no doubt, yet it was fast enough to move rather quickly and nimbly. How? Well... that was all a mystery.<br><br>The sudden hiss caused Sephiroth to glance down with concern to the boy who had gotten the shampoo in his eyes. "Easy there." He let out a soft chuckle and reached over to ruffle his wet hair slightly. He definitely did have a full view of everything Cloud had to offer, yet he was not a man who would be so rude as to stare.<br><br>"You'll see when we get to training. More advanced things lie in your future, Strife." He assured, soaping up his own long hair and rinsing it out after getting all of the long hair coated with shampoo. The suds trailed over the powerful muscles, bringing a sheen to that warm skin that it touched. It truly was an awe-inspiring sight.<br><br>"And you'll do well, I assure you. Perhaps well enough to get your first mission next week or the week after." He assumed, beginning to scrub down his body with soap now.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 13:10:32</strong>
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				The young blond blinks in surprise at the feeling of that hand in his hair, and a sleight jump escapes him, however, the blushing lad cannot help but grin, glancing up to Sephiroth, brushing wet bangs out of his eyes. "This issued stuff burns like Ifrit's balls… forgot about that. Must be for cleaning everything from marlboro drool to mako...off..."<br><br><br>Cloud trails off, for a moment entranced by the sight of the water and suds covered god before he snaps to and pries his eyes off turns his attention to a corner of the shower, frowning a little as he silently reprimands himself, scrubbing roughly until his pale skin pinked from the abrasion. <br><br><br>Jenova couldn't be to blame… he didn't feel her, hear her latent singing in his veins, whispers in his mind. The blond silently begins to mull over a dawning realization that… perhaps… there was more than alien substances that made him such an easy puppet for the One Winged Angel.<br><br><br>That thought brings curiosity to Cloud, and he raises his eyes, looking to the General's back… settling near the right shoulderblade as he wonders if there was some mark or scar.<br><br><br>Does Sephiroth know about it yet? Did he keep it hidden even while Genesis and Angeal degraded?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 15:03:32</strong>
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				"Everything issued by Shinra is usually quite strong. I wouldn't be surprised if the ingredients in those shampoos are quite potent." He let out a slight chuckle and shook his head. He kept his attention focused on the shower, allowing his body to drip with suds and whatnot as he scrubbed himself clean. Sephiroth was entirely unaware of what would happen in the future. There were no traces of his personality that would hint at a descent into madness later on in life. Sephiroth seemed as normal as he had ever been, plus a bit happier since a cadet of all people had given him someone to talk to.<br><br>Though even Sephiroth had feelings that could not be ignored. "Is there something interesting you see?" He blinked, looking over his shoulder at the boy. One of those emerald eyes glinted slightly with curiosity, for he knew that the boy had been staring so intently upon his shoulder as if there was something on it. "Did I miss a spot?" He blinked.<br><br>No... this Sephiroth was much different from the psychotic, power-crazy one of the future.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 22:32:43</strong>
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				Those thoughtful blue eyes blink as Cloud regathers himself with a jolt as Sephiroth's voice rouses him from his musings. Flushing slightly at the question… from embarrassment, he considers… and then looks from that spot to Sephiroth's amused eyes.<br><br><br>He should say no and flounder off to an awkward silence. But… he, well, he REALLY wanted to know about that. Knowing his curiosity won't be letting him sleep later, Cloud then relents with a nod. "Thought I saw something…" He hesitates before offering helpfully. "…do you want me to get it for you?" He'd be able to feel if there was any kind of abnormality in the bone or muscle, maybe the subtle seam of a scar veiled by the suds.<br><br><br>Hopping up, he winces slightly as he grabs the top of the divider, then holds the washing rag up helpfully, balancing on his aching belly muscles, his other hand grasping the tiled surface to help balance himself. His body was complaining, but it would well be worth it.<br><br><br>When he rubs over the spot with the cloth, he feels, searching for something interesting… a hint, a tell tale clue. He applies a delightful pressure, massaging with the cleaning motion and likely to feel sinfully good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 22:37:23</strong>
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				The tall general could only lift his brow in question as the boy offered to try to get that spot for him. Sephiroth had a hard time getting his back, even if his limbs were rather long and he was quite nimble. Nevertheless, he gave a nod and turned his back to Cloud so the boy could carefully scrub at the spot where he thought he saw something. The flesh was indeed scarred there, though it looked to be a battle wound from years ago. The man had fought in the Wutai war, after all. Sephiroth might have been an extremely skilled swordsman, but he was not invincible.<br><br>"Get it?" He asked, tilting his head. The slow massage to that spot would definitely feel quite good, making him sigh in relaxation. His muscles were already tensed from the hard training that he and Cloud had done, so the combined efforts of that hand and the shower water really made him sink into a state of relaxation.<br><br>"Mmmh..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 01:58:41</strong>
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				Oddly, there was something soothing in the act, and Cloud continues to indulge in that methodical cleansing rubbing as he feels over that spot. Maybe it's something later to come.<br><br><br>That wet golden head raises slightly as the General asks him about his progress. Wait, how long WAS he doing this?! "Ah…oh, yes…" However, he's taken completely by surprise by that sensual growled sound of enjoyment. It goes straight through Cloud in a wave of muscle weakening pleasant wrath….<br><br><br>And with a yelp and the squeak of skin sliding on wet tile, Cloud's grip and balance gives out and he falls on the other side with a grunt as he meets the unkind floor in an inelegant splat. Shielding his face from the onslaught from water, he manages to get back to his feet, shutting the spray off as he winces, rubbing his sore hind end that met the rather hard tile.<br><br><br>That… was embarrassing, and hot colour graces his cheeks as he leans forward to the opening of the stall to feel for his towel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 02:40:41</strong>
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				Sephiroth had not felt this relaxed in quite some time. Perhaps it was because he was not used to the touch of another, no matter how insignificant and helpful it was. The boy only wanted to scrub at a part of his back that he couldn't reach, after all. However, Sephiroth had been avoided for most of his childhood so physical contact was not something that he was particularly familiar with. His strong frame would tense slightly while the fingers kneaded at that spot. And all of a sudden...<br><br>It came crashing down around them. Sephiroth blinked in surprise at the slip from Cloud, watching him with amusement while he rubbed at his sore bottom. The general couldn't restrain his chuckle, as he found it rather amusing to just watch Cloud looking frustrated and embarrassed at his fall. The shower was shut off for the both of them and Sephiroth wrung out his hair before stepping out. His back faced the blond while he scrubbed his hair dry, then began the process of drying off his body.<br><br>"For being so skilled, you're certainly clumsy, Strife." He smirked, hand tousling the wild blond hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 05:16:04</strong>
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				Grabbing the towel, Cloud mercifully uses it to hide his face under the guise of rubbing out his damp hair. "Between the slick tile and still being stiff, it's a reasonable mishap." He states.<br><br><br>Like hell was he going to say it was Sephiroth's… well… purr for lack of better words… that weakened him so.<br><br><br>Roughly toweling out his hair, those feathery locks naturally seeking that familiar style, Cloud begins to puzzle over&nbsp; where all these distracting thoughts were coming from. Stiffly shuffling as he wipes himself off, Cloud begins to collect his clothing, tugging them on, wincing slightly as his aching body complains. "Zack is going to smother me when I return. He's been unusually hovering recently." He raises his head to look to Sephiroth, however, his hands fumble slightly with his pants that begins tugging up as he certainly catches quite an enthralling eyeful.<br><br><br>And, oh, those leather pants clung SO nicely… <br><br><br>Cloud jerks with a look of surprise before discover steals over himself, swiftly followed by irritation before he quickly begins dressing himself hastily, keeping his eyes to the floor of the locker room empty except for the two of them. <br><br><br>But the damage was done, and he could feel a warm fluttery heat ripple through him, settling compromisingly in an area he'd swiftly zipped up to cover. Shrugging on his shirt, Cloud grunts. No, he was ABSOULTELY not having such thoughts of him… Sephiroth.<br><br><br>It was… exhaustion… yes. The warm water.<br><br><br>Full moon. <br><br><br>SOMETHING.<br><br><br>That powerfully built Godlike form was certainly something.<br><br><br>Cloud reaches up to rake his fingers through the wild golden mane roughly. He felt like he was losing his mind along with his control, his inner debating and denial only seeming to make things worse… and more distracting.<br><br><br>Especially where all that growing warmth was pooling. He had to escape before the slowly unstoppable becomes noticeable.<br><br><br>"Thank you for the spar, Sephiroth." Cloud states with a slightly tensed calm, staring down to the floor still. "I will head back to my quarters, now."<br><br><br>Now, all he needed was the say so from the General before he could go racing his way back to his room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 05:30:42</strong>
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				Sephiroth dried his body off thoroughly, seemingly shameless that he was basically nude before the blond cadet. After all, what did Sephiroth really have to be ashamed about? Nothing of his body hinted at anything he had to be nervous or shy about. The long, silver locks of hair would hang over one of his broad shoulders nicely while he tugged his pants up and secured them. "Do be careful from now on. I wouldn't want you to end up having a concussion from a fall. Especially in the shower room of all places. Wouldn't that be an embarrassing sight? You'd be passed out naked on the bathroom floor." He chuckled once more and shook his head. Such amusing images they were.<br><br>"It's no problem. Do ask for a spar more often, though. It's been quite some time since I've had such an exhilarating training session with anyone." The man offered. There was some reason that Cloud was so good, right? There had to be. Unknown to Sephiroth, Cloud knew most of the general's tricks when it came to fighting, so it would give him a slight upper hand.<br><br>"Just be sure to not let Zack crowd you too much." He bowed his head and slid his shirt upon his frame, leaving it unbuttoned for now. "I'll see you tomorrow for classes. Take care, Strife." He pat his head slightly, making his way out of the shower room altogether to head toward the elevator.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 13:10:49</strong>
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				Cloud blinks, then raises pale eyebrows at the, well, rather descriptive scene presented by Sephiroth of a rather… scenic… accident possibility, and it just sends another merciless wash of heat through the blond and he simply holds his shoulder armor in his hands strategically before himself. "I'll… try to ensure that never happens."<br><br><br>At the mention of sparring again, Cloud blushes a little deeper however, he nods. At Sephiroth's casual farewell, he nods with a somewhat awkward smile in return. However, after the man who was making feel a bit too… unsettles…departs, he then races to his quarters, breezing past a bewildered Zack to secure himself into his room, from whence a sound of frustration escapes the blond followed by several thumps.<br><br><br>Several thumps, in return, are announced on Sephiroth's door a little while later. "Seph… damnit… what did you say to Spikey? Now I think he's hitting his head against the wall. He's wound tighter than a Niebleheim clock!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 17:33:25</strong>
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				Sephiroth stepped within his quarters with a slight sigh escaping his chest. Now that he had showered, he felt refreshed and relaxed, each muscle in his body somewhat rested since the cool water had pounded so perfectly against his skin. The spot upon his back that had been slightly massaged by Cloud's fingers was also still tingling with the linger of the boy's touch. It was a shame that the boy couldn't help him wash his whole back, but oh well. Perhaps that was for a later scenario if both of them showered so close together again.<br><br>As he was setting his blade away and making sure that his clothes were set within the washer, he heard the knock on the door. With puzzlement, he moved for the door and opened it up with a slight blink in confusion. The relay of the story to Sephiroth could only make the man chuckle in amusement.<br><br><em>He's really embarrassed about that, isn't he?</em> He thought to himself, figuring Cloud was hating himself for being so clumsy around the general. "Do not worry. It's nothing to fret over. He was a bit clumsy after we finished training and he slipped in the shower. That's all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 04:45:17</strong>
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				"He slipped?" The violet haired First cocks his head as he eyes his Mentor. However, he leans on the doorway, pondering. However, recalling what he and Cloud discussed during that mission trip a week back, he suddenly grins. "Oh…. I think I know." Zack leans against the doorway, absently crossing his arms over his chest. "Did he do or say anything else… odd? Spikey's usually painfully shy and withdrawn, so it's hard to read him sometimes."<br><br><br>Zack absently crosses his arms over his chest, smirking as he studies his commanding officer. "You know, you aren't exactly a social butterfly, either. But you've been real friendly with the kid. You like him?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 04:53:46</strong>
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				The general raised a brow in question, for Zack seemed to have some sort of idea in his head. He wasn't sure if that was dangerous or not, though most of the time, it tended to be. "Not anything that I can think of." Sephiroth responded, shaking his head. "He seems to be just fine when he's around me, though." Perhaps Cloud had opened up more to Sephiroth than anyone else? He had no idea why, though. Perhaps he just felt more comfortable around a superior officer?<br><br>At the accusation, his eyebrow twitched. "What are you talking about?" He growled, shoving Zack's forehead with a single finger. "You need to go get some rest if you're that delirious."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 12:34:55</strong>
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				The raven haired man laughs heartily, stepping back slightly with the poke before he glances up and down the hall before slipping inside closing the door behind himself to present a little more privacy. Zack bears a mischievous grin. <br><br><br>"You dirty old wolf, you must have done something. Cloud's a sweet innocent little Chocobo, but he really does admire you, Seph. That, and he's still a kid." Zack snaps his fingers with a sudden look of realization striking him. <br><br><br>"Oh, that's gotta be it… why he's been acting so weird. Must be a late bloomer." He nods sagely with that random logic. However, the ShinRa puppy sets his hands on his hips. "Maybe you just did something or said something he didn't understand. Y'know, he was always squeamish in the past with the trooper barracks showers, sneaking in at odd hours. Something about getting harassed."<br><br><br>He bears a soft frown. "I'd wanted to do something about it, but Cloud insisted on handling it on his own and not cause more trouble."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 18:39:27</strong>
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				Sephiroth let out a sigh of exasperation, as Zack's assumptions were truly starting to get rather tiring. The man knew just what to do to push Sephiroth's buttons in all the wrong ways. "I did nothing of the sort." He scoffed, staring down to him when the other pressed both he and Sephiroth into the bedroom to have a small amount of privacy. Sephiroth was well aware that Cloud had an admiration for the general, able to see it in his eyes for certain, yet Sephiroth had no idea what Zack was even talking about.<br><br>"So you're telling me he's feeling strange because he was in the barracks showers." He spoke, his eyebrow lifting slightly. "He seems perfectly all right with me. Just give him some time to recover and he'll be as good as new. The boy's not going to let something like this push him down and keep him there."<br><br>No, Sephiroth had better expectations for the boy than that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 13:36:14</strong>
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				Zack breaths a sigh and leans back against the wall, ruffing his fingers through the wild dark hair. "Uhm… it's not so much that. From what I gathered, he was avoiding the other troopers. Think they might have been giving him some trouble." He pauses, looking a tad surprised. "He was fine with you?"<br><br><br>The young man bears the world's greatest confounded look. And then he grunts with a growl. "Gah! I'm so confused!" Poor Zack. He always was energetic and had a good heart with lots of spirit. But, he was just a tad bit simple. "Think I'm just gonna go grab a drink or two with Kunsel. Maybe I'll be able to sort things out then." Plus, he wanted to pay a certain special lady a visit.<br><br><br>He pauses, then looks up to the silver haired man and realized something. <br><br><br>That heavy pall that had hovered like some ominous forbidding stormcloud over the General after the loss of his two companions… was gone. A faint smile graces Zack's face as he absently scratches his scar on his cheek. "Guess you are both doin' each other some good. First time I'd heard you optimistic about anything since Angeal left." The puppy turns and heads to the door to leave, pulling out his PHS to contact his buddy. "You know what, Seph, you BOTH need to get out of here for a bit. Hit the slums, SOMETHING. Shinra'll drive you crazy if you hang around here too much. Oh well, I'll talk to Spikey about it after he's done giving himself a concussion. Maybe arrange a trip to Gold Saucer or something!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 19:42:19</strong>
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				The general observed the younger male with a hint of amusement in his eyes, only detectable by people who had really been around him for a long period of time. Zack would be one of them. "Perhaps that'd be the best thing to do. Take some time off." He slid his hand through his hair and then blinked at the other's suggestion of taking a break as well. Sephiroth hadn't taken a break since Angeal and Genesis had died. They were the closest things to friends that he had really ever had, so the idea of going out on the town and enjoying himself was just... foreign now that they were gone.<br><br>He figured Zack did have a point, though. He let out a slight sigh and popped his sore back. "Sure. I'll try something along those lines." He spoke. He figured Cloud wouldn't mind some time out of Shinra. Just a night or something like that, right?<br><br>"Enjoy your drinking time." He chuckled, nudging Zack out of his door and nodding. Before the boy had time to protest, he shut the door and gently slipped onto his bed to relax. Thoughts of that blond boy made his mind do somersaults, for he wasn't sure what his feelings toward that boy were. Did he just want to protect him? Maybe... who knew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 20:03:20</strong>
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				The days passed by, Cloud excelling in every aspect… from acing the written tests, to besting his training group in weapons practice. Still, he seemed frustrated even in these successes, not content and trying to reach some goal no that one was exactly certain what it was.<br><br><br>There's been a few… instances.<br><br><br>He'd not avoided the training room showers. Instead, there have been a few troublesome reports of violence, and after one man had his arm broken brutally, no further altercations ensued. Any assumptions that Cloud made it into SOLDIER due to seduction or otherwise granting 'favors' was quickly decimated by now.<br><br><br>The odd part was, he was the only one out of his rank group to have been mercifully spared the usual Mako injection and 'inoculation' cocktail of shots. Apparently he'd left a lasting impression. Aside from being a maddening workaholic who dodges out of recreation to practice or study.<br><br><br>However, stepping into the training room with his mentor, Cloud eyes the mats on the floor… pondering their design in the way they'd been laid out. "Sephiroth…" He states softly. "I want to make a challenge to you. If I can defeat you in a fight… by…" He points to the narrow strip of floor between the pair of mats, roughly the size of a Mako reactor walkway. "…if I can fight you and Masamune, there… and knock you into the green mats, then bypass the next seven months time in rate and testing, and make me Second Class." It was… unheard of!&nbsp; Either to try to pop to the next rank so soon, or to think he could beat Sephiroth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 06:50:33</strong>
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				The general was able to watch in pleasure from the sidelines as Cloud bested his peers in every single aspect of training and fighting. The boy was truly astounding in his abilities to fight, and perhaps Sephiroth saw a bit of himself inside of that blond boy while he focused so intensely on bettering himself. The boy's progress was rapid and something that should have only been present in the cadets that had been injected with the strongest amount of mako. However, Cloud hadn't been injected whatsoever, so it only puzzled the higher-ups. Sephiroth was not one to question such abilities, though.<br><br>Cloud was just a natural. That was it.<br><br>Today was a rather gloomy day, promising rain soon enough by the looks of it. He and Cloud were heading to the training room to take part in their weekly spar. Nothing was out of the ordinary, yet the man could tell that the young boy wanted to ask him something. "Mm?" He blinked, looking to him and listening intently. "You... want to try to jump forward in your training?" Sephiroth's eyebrows lifted and he glanced to the mats in surprise.<br><br>He was never one to refuse a challenge, no matter how the odds were stacked against his opponent. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt. You've been progressing amazingly. Let's see how much you've learned."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 13:24:09</strong>
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				Cloud nods, replying with a cryptic. "I've learned… a great deal." Especially that hidden, but large weakness in Sephiroth's defense… or rather, offense.<br><br><br>He'd beaten him twice with it now.<br><br><br>And so Cloud takes the training blade from the wall, nudging the mats to arrange them into a more continuous even bordering lines on each side. Once Sephiroth shows his readiness, he begins the assault, recalling past battles and recent practices… working with more skilled strikes and blocks or dodges from easier ones, raising the bar slowly on the General's expectations of his capabilities.<br><br><br>Cloud waited for it, after the first near hour of practice and they were falling into that familiar pleasant grove of attack and defense on that thin strip of floor, those sharp blue eyes wait as he watches the silver haired man's movements for the tell tale signs of a thrust that, no doubt, will be expected to parry or evade.<br><br><br>However, Cloud simply steels himself and shifts his position slightly so the blade sinks into his body in an area he knew SO well, making a low grunt as that cold hard steel invades through flesh. However, those blue eyes burn bright, staring back to Sephiroth as he coughs, fight still in his stare even as he drops his weapon with a resounding clatter to the floor.<br><br><br>In a&nbsp; bizarre mingling of the now and memories of the past, he grips the sharp blade in his gloved hands, pulling him further along the deadly edge and staining it crimson even as he continues to stare demandingly, proudly to those catlike emerald eyes of his opponent.<br><br><br>Once he'd made his morbid way to that fulcrum point, the panting small blond suddenly roars, grabbing the blade and shoving with all his might as he had that day at the reactor to attempt to toss Sephiroth over that boundary to the matt 'mako' in a VERY surprising and likely unexpected move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 19:02:19</strong>
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				"Indeed you have." The general chuckled and slipped the Masamune from his side, that deadly blade slashing once in the air. To be honest, the blade was quite heavy and only a man of Sephiroth's strength could hold it without falling to the floor in agony. With a quick dash forward, Sephiroth and Cloud began to spar, blades clashing together wildly and battling against each other for quite some time. When that blade thrust forward, all Sephiroth intended to do was to poke Cloud slightly. After all, nothing vicious hung about the air in Sephiroth's mind. However, Cloud easily took the blow and even pushed himself onto that blade, farther and farther...<br><br>What the hell was he doing? Sephiroth's emerald eyes were widened into saucers as he held the blade still, not wanting to move it too much in case he hurt the boy's insides. "Cloud, what the..." He suddenly jolted as he felt a sudden weight within his blade. Before he knew it, he had been thrown against the wall to the left, colliding with it and sinking down in shock.<br><br>Not that he had been beaten, but that Cloud had done something so reckless. He immediately rushed forward and took the blade, shaking his head. "You're a damn fool, Strife." He sighed, steeling his hand against the cadet's shoulder while he eased the blade out of him carefully. "Come on. Follow me. We need to get that fixed up." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 23:57:41</strong>
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				As Cloud stares to those wide shocked viridian hues of the General, he cannot help but grin slightly, wryly. However, he coughs, staggering as that dangerous wound sears with agony to remind him of his crazy method. As that strong grasps his shoulder to brace him, the bloody gloved hands twitch before falling away from the crimson stained metal to fall slack at his sides.<br><br><br>A choked sound escapes Cloud as Masamune is drawn carefully out of him, and immediately, one arm wraps about his wounded midsection as his other grasps desperately to Sephiroth's waist and the jacket to keep from falling over from the dizziness and pain weakening his knees.<br><br><br>"I… I beat you…" Cloud manages with a hoarse gasp, looking up with feverishly bright blue eyes to Sephiroth as he leans against the stronger body to keep from becoming personally acquainted with the floor, panting and grimacing as he clenches his arm tighter over the wound. Oh, it hurt like hellfire, and he'd forgotten exactly how MUCH so without the… enhancements he'd had last time. However, he clings desperately... if shakily… to Sephiroth as if he were a life line.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 02:01:23</strong>
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				Sephiroth sighed slightly as he held Cloud against his side, making sure he was completely upright so he could lead him toward the dormitory. He didn't even give anyone a passing glance, only heading to the elevator to bring the boy up to the top floor. Sephiroth had things to heal wounds like this if the time came along, and now it seemed as if that was the perfect time. "Indeed. You shouldn't have done something so reckless, though." He chided, leading Cloud down the long hallway and into the room that Sephiroth called his own. It was rather lavish and big compared to the rest of the rooms in the facility, having all he'd ever need there. A large, king-sized bed, a personal bathroom of his own... all the luxuries associated with a mansion would be present in this one room of the dormitory facility.<br><br>He carefully propped up a few pillows behind Cloud as he helped him onto the silk sheets of the bed. "Lay there and relax." He moved toward his cabinet and rummaged through it before producing a vial of strange red liquid. He would return to the bedside and unscrew the cap. "This isn't going to feel good, but it'll heal you up from the inside and the out, got it?" He slid his arm around Cloud to hold him tightly. Once the boy was secure, he poured the medicine into that wound and tossed the vial into the garbage.<br><br>"Just hold onto me when it starts stinging. It shouldn't last long, though."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 03:21:50</strong>
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				The small blond staggers as he's lead, clenching his jaw as he fights the urge to yelp or scream in pain as each move aggravates the wound that went from front to back, blood soaking both sides of his uniform. Clinging to the strong form of the General, the panting lad cannot help but chuckle roughly. "…need… to take… chances… to…survive…" <br><br><br>Cloud draws a sharp growled breath as he's moved onto the bed and the small trooper grasps over the wound stinging through his torso. Gaia, he hoped this was worth it. As the older man returns, the lad raises his heavy head, cerulean eyes raising to Sephiroth's as he returns with the vial.<br><br><br>Either from pain or blood loss, he was looking more than a little glazed as he shakes, breathing ragged breaths. However, as that arm settles around him, he reaches up a crimson stained gloved hand to clasp at the leather jacket as he leans against Sephiroth, pressing his face to his shoulder. As the searing sting of that mending concoction pours and rages within him, he makes choked sounds of agony muffled against the leather clad shoulder.<br><br><br>However, as his restraint collapses, he cries out like a wounded animal, pressing closer to the strong body and burrowing into it's warmth until the slow process passes and the golden maned head is resting against Sephiroth's chest, somehow, with his ear over the reassuring beat of the strong heart. His arms are clung around the general's waist, and he's practically sprawled in his lap, however, the exhausted aftermath has left the mended youth warmly and comfortably nestled against the stronger form as if he was made to fit there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 08:10:18</strong>
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				Sephiroth grasped the blond close to his figure, holding him there to help him stay warm and to also give him something to claw at and hold onto during the pain. His strong frame was the perfect pillow for the cadet, as if it was made and perfected just to be the perfect resting spot for the spiky-headed young lad. "Shh." He murmured, hearing those cries of sheer agony as the medicine did its work. In due time, the wound would begin to heal over rather rapidly, as well as on the inside where the flesh had been cut into. He looked down to the boy's wound and rolled the bottom of his shirt up to reveal the smooth scar that lay there. "See? All gone." He grinned, looking down to the boy who was comfortably nestled against his strong frame.<br><br>"Cloud?" He questioned, fingers raking through those blond locks. Had the boy fallen asleep on him?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 12:24:22</strong>
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				A low groan escapes the golden haired lad as his shirt is rolled up, unconsciously nuzzling against the warmth of Sephiroth's chest with a soft smooth cheek, looking a bit exhausted yet content. With the calling of his name, the plucky young fighter raises his head to gaze up to the man who's lap he was half sitting on, sapphire hues opening to peer half lidded to the silver haired general. His death grip had eased, and his hands seemed perfectly happy to be resting against the firm toned muscles of the teasingly bared abdomen visible amidst dark leather.<br><br><br>Lips slightly parted, cheeks gently flushed, Cloud looked much younger and innocent than the age he seemed to portray. Especially with how he didn't think twice about being so delightfully warm and pliant in the strong arms he was wrapped in. However, he simply rests his cheek back on his warm spot, snuggling unconsciously closer. "Don't want to move." He finally murmurs softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 18:05:34</strong>
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				Sephiroth was not a man who was unused to the idea of intimacy. No, there were many women and men alike that would give up their very souls just for one night with the general. Some of them had been lucky enough to gain his attention and truly enjoy the man for one night, though such flings were only temporary and Sephiroth could not even remember the names of those people by now. HOnest, heartfelt affection, however... it was not something that the general was fully familiar with. His hand stroked down along the boy's spine as he held him close, the powerful arms secure around that slim figure. He didn't mind the touches to his bared abdomen or chest, finding that they rather comforted him.<br><br>"Then don't move." He chuckled lowly, bringing the blankets up enough to cover up the blond cadet. His hand caressed through the silky blond locks, massaging his scalp while his other hand rubbed at his back. "Get some rest."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 22:43:11</strong>
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				A soft contented smile graces those youthful features, the hardness of determination…and that odd older look melting away to reveal a charming warmth rarely seen… looking every bit like a pet chocobo as he nuzzles with the stroking of the strong fingers through the feathery soft sunny toned hair.<br><br><br>Despite being covered in blood, having recently put himself through a self destructive wound, and he was currently snuggling with the very man he'd fought so much in the past, Cloud was blessedly content. Calming further in the soothing petting, Cloud simply sighs, murmuring softly. "Yes… been too long…haven slept in years..."<br><br><br>And, for the first time since that disaster in Niebleheim, Cloud slept… a peaceful easy slumber devoid of the nightmares and fractured memories that haunted him for so long No whispers waiting in dark corners of his mind, waiting to strike should he lower his guard. No, he was safe, and… complete.<br><br><br>Like a reunion.<br><br><br>As the young SOLDIER falls into a heavy sleep, his hand wanders slightly, and amusingly wraps his fingers about tendrils of silver hair in am amusingly gentle possessive motion. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 04:14:31</strong>
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				Sephiroth was happy to be the boy's pillow for now. He was laying in comfort against the bed, holding Cloud close to his chest with one arm. He was silent as could be while Cloud finally drifted off into a nice sleep, perhaps the best one that he'd had in quite some time. While Cloud slept, Sephiroth carefully removed the boy's shirt since it was bloodied from the wound that he had given himself. Now the boy's bare chest would be snuggled up against Sephiroth's slightly exposed one, the warmth of their flesh meeting for the first, yet not for the last time.<br><br>When Cloud finally did awaken, night had already fallen. Sephiroth was laying there within the bed, having drifted off as well with his hand resting upon the back of the boy's head. His wide chest rose and fell slowly, the muscled planes lifting Cloud's head over and over again. Moonlight shone through the window, though it was hard to tell exactly what time it was at the moment. With a glance to the digital clock, Cloud would see that it was only seven or so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 01:35:35</strong>
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				<br>Slowly, luminous cerulean eyes blink slowly, reluctantly as Cloud gradually rouses from his blissful slumber. He could hear that steady soothing rhythm of a strongly but calmly beating heart, feel the gentle rise and fall of soothing breaths. The small warrior raises his head slightly to stare to the deadly swordsman he was half laying over.<br><br><br>Half laying, and as he realizes with a flush of embarrassment as he feels the brush of skin on skin, half naked as well. What was he THINKING?! Exactly how judgment impaired was he from the bloodless? Tensing, Cloud prepares to slip himself away…<br><br><br>Until he settles his gaze upon Sephiroth's unguarded features. Peaceful, content… almost… well… happy. The alarm and caution melts from Cloud as he settles once more, reaching out to carefully brush the long moonlit silver bands from those stoic features that looked every bit the calm slumberer. It looked… good on him.<br><br><br>Sighing softly, he rests his cheek on Sephiroth's shoulder once more, murmuring softly. "I swear… I'm going to do everything that I can to save you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 07:38:38</strong>
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				The silver-haired man was absolutely quiet as he slept with Cloud laying against his solid frame. There was no waking up the cold-blooded general when he had someone to share his bed with him, especially one as wonderful as Cloud. His fingers were still absent-mindedly stroking over Cloud's lower back in his sleep, gently massaging and rubbing over his lower spine.<br><br>The stroking to his hair did not awaken him, though the slight shifting of Cloud's frame did. Tired emerald eyes would open up as he felt Cloud's body nestling closer and his head resting against his shoulder. The murmured words went on deaf ears since Sephiroth was just waking up, so he lifted his head tiredly and yawned.<br><br>"Mmmh... feeling better, Strife?" He inquired sleepily, his hand moving to stroke slowly through those soft blond locks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 12:28:44</strong>
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				Those massaging stroking fingers doing such sinfully wonderful things with his lower back makes Cloud squirm an ever so slight bit with the warmth it sent through him. Gazing up to Sephiroth with solemn sapphire eyes that glow in the dimness of the room, the lad pauses, uncertain if he should feel… what… embarrassed… guilty… at being caught awake like this.<br><br><br>Though, realizing the General is indulging in this just as much as he is. As that hand raises to pet that golden maned head, Cloud cannot help but smile…another of those rare sweet smiles of contentment as he unconsciously leans his head into the touch. "More than you can know."<br><br><br>Cloud reaches up to caress over that strong powerfully muscled chest and settles his hand over Sephiroth's heart, finding comfort in it's steady rhythm as he snuggles closer to that warm form. "Sephiroth… what do you think of me?" Well, like all things, Cloud was going to be blunt and simple with this curious situation he'd found them in. It felt too good to abandon. "Because I don't think it's often that you take your trainees into your bed." Was that possibly a note of amused humor in his voice?<br><br><br>The lad, however drops his hand from the general's chest to wrap his arm around the larger man's waist to make it easier to snuggle closer. "You must have been very worried."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 14:05:12</strong>
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				The larger man would yawn slowly as he did his best to waken himself after such a wonderful nap. Being in the presence of a boy like Cloud had helped immensely, though. His hand brushed slowly through the golden mane of hair, watching with amusement as those spikes popped right back up into place. Definitely rather cute, something that had no doubt garnered much teasing and many nicknames in the boy's childhood. It was what he expected, at least.<br><br>"Mm?" He looked down and tilted his head as he felt the hand laying over his chest, right above his heart. "Well you are a very... intriguing individual. No one like you has ever been in these walls before." Sephiroth explained, rubbing at the boy's lower back carefully. "No one's been so forward and courageous when around me. You're the first person in a long time to treat me as if I were an individual and not just a general and a warrior."<br><br>It felt... nice to be seen as such.<br><br>"Though you are correct. I don't take trainees to my bed." He let out a deep chuckle and kissed the top of his head as Cloud curled himself closer to his body. "I do hope you are not uncomfortable. And indeed. I was... very concerned."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 06:04:39</strong>
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				This time, Cloud hadn't cut off his ponytail, not cowed by the harassing troopers this time, and the long honey locks trail down his shoulders and past his shoulder blades. He cannot help but feel amused that Sephiroth seems to enjoy petting his hair, those soft gravity defying locks springing back after each disturbance. With those words, Cloud raises his head, staring to Sephiroth intently. "I don't see you as a SOLDIER, general, Demon, or God. I just see you as Sephiroth. A man with flaws, needs, weaknesses and wants like everyone else."<br><br><br>At that surprising affectionate kiss to his hair, the blond blinks in surprise, glancing up to Sephiroth from behind the long bangs. "As long as I'm alive, you'll never be alone." And he smiles softly. "After all, someone has to challenge you."<br><br><br>Suddenly, Cloud yelps a gasp, bucking against the firm body he was pressed so deliciously close to. Fumbling in his pocket, he plucks out his PHS… squinting to peer to it, then taps a swift message before turning the device off. "I don't remember Zack being this overprotective. It's like I lost a friend and gained another mother." Cloud grunts as he pushes himself up, half crawling over Sephiroth reclined form to drop the annoying item on the side table. After, he simply sinks to lay contently like that, draped over the strong body of the General with his legs tangling amidst the longer ones of the older man. "There, he won't bother us for a while."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 19:32:10</strong>
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				The general did feel rather warmed to the heart to know that Cloud saw him in such a light. He was no god or high superior that needed to be silently obeyed without question. It did feel rather wonderful to know that Sephiroth had Cloud to rely on. And this was a man who did not rely on anyone. Ever. He let out a warm sigh and stroked through those blond locks casually while Cloud rested against his strong frame. "I do hope you keep to that promise." He whispered against the cadet's hair. He didn't want to be alone again. Cloud was the first person in quite a long time to truly capture his attention and gain his friendship. Since Angeal and Genesis had died, the man had been rather alone apart from Zack's company. <br><br>"Mm?" He blinked, glancing down when the PHS began to ring and vibrate wildly. He let out a slight chuckle and slid his hand up and down over the other's back, feeling the flesh that had scarred over where the wound had been. "He's a protective boy. I'm not surprised that he wants to keep an eye on you." He nodded and gave a slight ruffle to his hair. He curled those strong arms around his body and gave him a firm squeeze before stretching his frame out slightly.<br><br>"I think I'm going to get a shower if you don't mind." He spoke warmly. "I've still got blood on me from when you were bleeding." He chuckled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 14:47:54</strong>
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				The young SOLDIER cannot help but feel a note of irony. How could he not keep that promise? Fate and the Planet itself seemed hell bent to constantly throw them at each other time and again… wether as opponents that always return to continue the battle, or as now…. what… allies? That seemed like too mild a word. With that firm squeeze, Cloud blinks, flushing slightly as he feels every taut muscle play around him.<br><br><br>With a great deal of reluctance that surprised him, Cloud relents to that request and shifts to slip off of the strong invitingly warm body beneath him, casting his eyes to the floor for his boots and badly abused shirt. "Right… I should let you be, then." Cloud pauses, then glances up with a sleight grin as he pulls himself off the bed. "I'm going to hold you to our wager, though. I beat you. Not every day you get knocked down by a rookie, is it."<br><br><br>Plucking up the dark crimson stained top, the young warrior seriously debates on wearing it, sticky and horrid with dried blood, back. "The problem with regular sparring training in Shinra, it doesn't prepare you for what really can happen in battle. There's always surprises."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 19:19:03</strong>
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				The general would smooth back his long hair and slip off of the bed as Cloud removed his weight from his body. Sephiroth would have loved to have stayed there for quite some time, though he did need to get a shower and Cloud most likely needed to rest up or at least go tell Zack that he was all right. "Do not worry. I am a man of my word, Cloud." He promised, giving a bow of his head. "You'll be promoted to second class under my suggestion." He gave the boy's back a gentle pat and grinned downward to him. "Just don't let it get to your head, all right?" He questioned, giving his hair a gentle tousle. With that, the general made his way into his own bathroom, stripping off his clothing in order to get a long, relaxing shower.<br><br>Cloud's words still rang in his head. He would have to ensure and strengthen the training so that their cadets were ready when it came to battle. Cloud was somehow much different than everyone else, though Sephiroth couldn't put his finger on it as to why. Perhaps he had had training before coming to Shinra? Most likely not. Nibelheim was a small town in the middle of nowhere if he could recall. Who would he spar with?<br><br>He'd have a mystery on his mind no doubt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 21:38:28</strong>
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				As the young SOLDIER steps to the door, he pauses to glance behind him to the General. A faint smile graces those youthful features, old blue eyes glowing softly in the dim light. "I promise, I won't. If I get anything in my head, be sure to knock it out for me." He hesitates, then taps the door's threshold lightly. "I'll do the same for you, too." And he turns to leave the General to his much needed shower, wanting one of his own. As much as he wanted his own blood off, the scent of Sephiroth lingered pleasantly.<br><br><br>The next day, though, the chaos storm exploded. Apparently the security footage of the little 'sparring' match had made it to almost everyone's e-mail inbox and PHS transfer via the gossip mill. Of course, the Director of SOLDIER had HIS questions. As he sits, white gloved hand neatly laced over the pile of paperwork, Cloud's file folder on top, he eyes Sephiroth with an arched blond brow. <br><br><br>"Another advancement, Sephiroth? The approval stamp ink from the last one is hardly dry. It wouldn't happen to have anything to do with that footage that had been leaked, does it?" He sighs as he removes his glasses, neatly folding them before setting them aside to rub his aching eyes, looking quite a bit tired. "Tell me from the beginning HOW you think this kid is qualified for Second Class? Trust me, I'm trying every way to keep this from drifting to the assumption of fraternization."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 00:00:16</strong>
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				The general was a man that did not advance many people. Only under special circumstances did Sephiroth ever actually suggest that someone be moved up so quickly into the next class. For Cloud's case... it was a rather special one. The man stood before Lazard's desk with his eyebrows lifted slightly. "A boy of his age has never been able to best me." He explained, turning and making his way to the window. Those emerald eyes would peer out to the training grounds below as he leaned against the window, arms over his chest. "Not when I was putting that much effort into sparring with him. He's peculiar, Lazard. Extremely peculiar. He has the body of a young man but the mind of a man who has seen too many battles in his lifetime."<br><br>"It's strange. Though I assure you that it will be beneficial. A boy like that could rise up in the ranks and be your strongest warrior." Next to Sephiroth, of course. "I don't give a damn about what footage was leaked. That boy threw himself into pain to prove me wrong and show that he was much more capable than what I expected of him. You cannot sit there and tell me that you weren't shocked to see what he did."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 02:59:14</strong>
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				"Oh, I was shocked… there is no doubt about that." The Director states, however, he bears a thoughtful look. "Body of a boy… mind of an adult. I did a little research. You DO realize he's the only SOLDIER who'd managed to worm his way out of his Third Class 'mako treatments'? I doubt he will be so lucky about the Second class ones. I made a check in the… special projects listings. Like you, Genesis, and Angeal were. There was nothing on any of you, either. Niebleheim… that's kind of suspicious." He mulls behind the laced white gloved fingers before he looks up to Sephiroth. "I've never seen you so adamant on anyone before, especially not a rookie."<br><br><br>The man begins flipping through the files, and he can't help but sigh softly. "All right, I'm going to grant it. I'm going to pull some strings with Tseng to send some Turks to take a look around Niebleheim. If there's some kind of leak that's breeding people predisposed to SOLDIER, I'd really like to know." Lazard sits back in his chair, sighing softly. "When he gets called down for his 'treatments' and testing, I'd like you there. I want you to observe everything you can. Strife's guard will be down, and it might well provide valuable insight. Expect him to get called down either later today or tomorrow. Medical always loves record breakers… and the kid's beaten yours by about a year for youngest Second Class."<br><br><br>Signing off on the request form, he settles the paper into the folder, however, he cannot help but laugh. "There. Have fun with your new pet. Try to keep the collateral damage down."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 07:01:42</strong>
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				It was quite possible that there was some sort of leak in Nibelheim or something of that nature. It would explain Cloud's intense battle skills, though he highly doubted that anything in Nibelheim would be used to do such a thing. Genesis, Angeal, and himself had went to check it out only a few years before and nothing had been out of the ordinary that he could recall. The reactor there might have had some effect on Cloud. Perhaps he just... absorbed the mako fallout from the reactor? It was hard to explain. Very hard.<br><br>"Of course. I'll be there when he goes under his medical treatments." He mused, straightening up. "Thank you, Lazard." He gave a bow of his head and made his way toward the door. "You won't regret it." He chuckled, closing the door quietly behind himself. Down the stairs he went, heading out to the training field where Cloud and the rest of his students were training.<br><br>He'd go about as if nothing was different and talk to Cloud after the training session was over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 12:19:08</strong>
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				Sitting back in his chair, Lazard&nbsp; idly steeples his fingers, observing Sephiroth with a thoughtful look as the elite SOLDIER departs. "I certainly hope not." The General seemed more upbeat than he had after Genesis had left. He was gambling on the boy to keep the man's sanity intact.<br><br><br>On the field, Cloud was working on the physical fitness routine with the handful of other SOLDIER. He looked so very out of place… so small and contrasting with the vivid sunny toned golden hair. For him… the routine was a bit more challenging for him. Though he had some Mako in him, he lacked the remainder of the SOLDIER cocktail that further enhanced his team mates.<br><br><br>When Sephiroth returns, he pops to at attention along with the others, that stoic neutral youthful lovely face bearing a perfect determined poker face… no hint of their private camaraderie.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 16:48:55</strong>
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				Sephiroth cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his chest, eyebrows furrowing slightly. The lesson for the day went on as the previous ones had. The general instructed them and was quite strict as he always was, wanting nothing but perfection from the handful of students that were in his classes in the first place. He made them repeat their exercises until they perfected it, as to which he would tell them to continue practicing with a partner. The time whittled away and soon enough Sephiroth dismissed all of them to take a break.<br><br>"Cloud." He murmured to the blond-headed boy, motioning him forward and giving a slight sigh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 05:34:37</strong>
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				In sparring with the other student, Cloud holds himself back, skillwise,&nbsp; so it seems more of a struggle for him to keep up with the other's strength. Or that was his intention. However, as the larger SOLDIER laughs and drops a few unpleasant taunts, he lunges forward with a cold focus as he jerks the large blade into a series of surprising slashes that trail with ghostly energy… one of his simpler, but effective trademark moves. He simply stands over the stunned man, admiring how the Wutaian symbol of calamity is neatly cut into the larger man's shirt from his Cross Slash.<br><br><br>Straightening, he glances up as the General calls his name. Turning smartly on his heel, he strides confidently towards the pale haired man as he's beckoned. "Yes, General?" That sigh brings a cant of that honey maned head as he glances out to the now empty room before turning his attention back to the tall elegant warrior. "Is something amiss?"<br><br><br>((*Edit Note* - Apologies... can't watch videos and type at the same time, apparently, lol))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 15:20:38</strong>
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				Sephiroth gave a slight chuckle and turned his attention to the other students who were already beginning to pack their things and take their leave for the day. His emerald eyes met the sea-blue ones of Cloud Strife before his hand rested against his shoulder. "Today and tomorrow will be a hectic day for you, Cloud. I do not look forward to it, but... your luck cannot last forever. Those mako treatments you managed to avoid will no doubt be applied to you if you're going into second class. Though the director himself has requested that I be there with you while you get your injections so you don't have to be alone."<br><br>Plus it would let the general observe the boy a bit more and hopefully get some information either out of Hojo or Cloud's reactions to the mako. If he had really absorbed it while living in Nibelheim, the mako should not have been that much to deal with for a boy like him who had been conditioned to live with it. <br><br>"So when they call you to go to the doctor... come get me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 01:46:00</strong>
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				&nbsp;The solemn blond bears a thoughtful look, however, he simply nods. "Understood. It is an unpleasant necessity." At the mention of the Director, Cloud cannot help but smile with a lace of irony. "I am less concerned about myself than for you. Let's hope that the Medical Dept doesn't catch wind of our sparring match until after the 'treatment'. I'm certain you would get quite the earful by being defeated by a Rookie."&nbsp; <br><br>Of course, Cloud remembered what happened the first time he beat Sephiroth like that. Well… most of it. Though his shattered mind had been mended, somewhat, there's some parts of his memory so damaged, he doubt ANYTHING could fix them.<br><br><br>Maybe he's lucky for that.<br><br><br>"I'll be sure to let you know. Though, since I'm training under you, you'd likely find out before I do…." He pauses, blinking as he hears a soft warking sound of a ring tone and the young man turns to rustle through his bag set nearby, and proceeds to shuffle through, plucking up his PHS before opening it, peering to the message. <br><br><br>The blond cannot help but sigh, reaching up to brush away long honeyed bangs clinging to his pale face with lingering sweat from the earlier. Resting his hand on his hip, a soft frown turns those soft lips into a pout. "….or not. That was fast. Is ShinRa hurting from the desertions so much that they want higher level SOLDIERs this bad?" The blond, however, turns slightly as he raises those luminous sapphire eyes to Sephiroth with an enigmatic look of deep thought and consideration. <br><br><br>He knew…. something. That much was evident. However, the blond simply turns to collect his bag, packing his last few things before shrugging it back onto his shoulder, striding over to stand beside Sephiroth, waiting to follow his…. what? Comrade? Commander?<br><br><br>Friend? Yes… that, he liked that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 18:58:43</strong>
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				"Indeed it is." Sephiroth mused sadly. They all had to go through it and unfortunately, it was one of the most unbearable things that any of them ever had to take part in. The general let out a quiet sigh and gave a slight ruffle to the boy's blond hair. "I am not a man who sits by and makes excuses. I was defeated and I commend you for it." He chuckled, draping his strong arm around those small shoulders. "You are definitely quite skilled. I can give you that. I do not need to show off for the higher-ups and whatnot. When a person bests me, that is it. Nothing I can do about it."<br><br>When the PHS began ringing, he looked down and grunted in annoyance. "All right. Come." He murmured, making his way toward the medical ward with Cloud. "I'll be there the entire time. I'm not going to lie and tell you it's a pleasant experience but... I promise that it will end soon." He spoke, his hand coming to rest between Cloud's shoulder blades.<br><br>And why would Sephiroth lie?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 00:13:10</strong>
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				"I understand that this will not be pleasant." Cloud states simply, glancing up with a blink of surprise as the strong warm arm settles over his shoulders. At first, Cloud thinks to pull away, wary of attracting attention that would get him teased.<br><br><br>On the other hand, he can rightly hand the ass back to anyone who might dare to mock either of them. And so the young SOLDIER allows himself to indulge in this very human contact. Following along with Sephiroth, Cloud smiles softly, an enigmatic expression that graces those soft pouty lips. "Part of it will end… but I have a feeling some of it will never go away."<br><br><br>He hesitates, shifting his bag in his hands absently. "But that is a price I understood before I decided to&nbsp; do this." The young Niebleheim resident states simply as he continues along with the General. As the person handling the desk and the paperwork gets Cloud checked in, he sits in the small waiting area. Waiting a long moment, Cloud reaches within his bag, pulling out a small notebook and a pen and his hand dances over the paper after he reaches a page. It looks to be a blade. Or MANY blades adorning the sheets in sketches with notes and detail drawings. <br><br><br>It was his prized weapon, and he wanted it back. He'd created it's design before, he'll have it made again. In his walk, he'd remembered an ingredient he'd need to hunt down, and he sets it amidst his notes before he forgets, using this brief moment to work out his plans a bit more.<br><br><br>However, the second his name is called, he will slip the book away and rise to follow without the trepidation or nervousness most other first time SOLDIERs might feel to going to such a notorious place for such a dangerious treatment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 15:43:00</strong>
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				Sephiroth moved with a graceness about him as they made their way toward the medical ward where Hojo would be waiting. Second classes weren't allowed to slip by without having their mako treatments done, so Cloud would no doubt be required to take them this time. Sephiroth hated it, though. To see Cloud in such pain would surely not be any easy task for him to witness with his own eyes. The boy's lingering comments made him all too curious and confused as he settled into the chair, waiting patiently for Cloud to be called back. Thoughts raced through his own mind far too quickly for him to notice anything Cloud was doing, so his focus was rather strayed from the blond at his side.<br><br>"Cloud Strife." A name called out and Sephiroth sighed, rising upon his feet with a certain slowness. The general made his way into the examination room with the boy, easing down into the chair while Cloud settled upon the table. Within moments, Hojo had entered the room and was adjusting his glasses as he closed the door behind him. "Sephiroth." He spoke, giving the general a brief nod, though did not receive one in return. "And Strife. A pleasure to see you again after such short notice." His voice dripped with sarcasm as he made his way toward the boy, beginning to examine his vitals first.<br><br>"So, Nibelheim... I can only imagine how much mako you've absorbed over the years from living there, hm?" He narrowed his eyes, taking the boy's chin and lifting it up so he could peer into his eyes. The certain glow to his irises was a mark of mako already, though they weren't nearly as bright as they could be later on in life. "Interesting."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 02:43:32</strong>
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				Like a meek chocobo beside it's master, Cloud follows along beside the General, staring straight ahead and not rubbernecking as one would think a newcomer would to such a place of…distractions.<br><br><br>Once within the room, Cloud sits upon the table, his hands clasping on the edge as he simply gazes with a bizarre unreadable expression, steeling himself for what is to come. The smell… the cold of the table… it brought back SUCH unpleasant memories. When the door opens, he doesn't seem to notice at first, staring blankly to the wall ahead of him with such unremarkable blandness. However, as Hojo speaks and approaches near, he simply nods.<br><br><br>The young SOLDIER bears through the brief cursory medical inspection with a resigned patience, simply glancing to Sephiroth now and then for morsels of reassurances and keeping out of old phantom traps in his memory. Curiously, his body seemed to know as if by instinct how Hojo preferred to check… arm tilted just perfectly, breath held and released at just the correct intervals, a habit many of his veteran projects have picked up. He blinks, however, as his chin is raised by those cool fingers, Cloud blinks, and the glow flares subtly in his eyes as he tenses, however, exhaling a breath, he simply readjusts his fingers on the edge of the table.<br><br><br>"The reactor's old and leaky, and I used to play around the natural springs. Nothing surprising, really."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 04:29:10</strong>
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				Sephiroth was already annoyed and nerve wracked as it was. Having to bear witness to the blond's examination was not something that he was looking forward to, yet he knew that he had to be here for the younger male. He gave a slight nod every so often to signify that he was right there with Cloud, not intent on going anywhere at the moment.<br><br>"A very surprising predicament. I suppose your mako injections won't be as numerous as some of our higher candidates." He chuckled, drawing out a vial of the bright liquid. Sephiroth rose up quickly and moved to Cloud's side to stand there in case the young blond needed to hold onto him. It was an agonizing experience, after all.<br><br>"Don't expect your shining cadet to be able to take it, general?" Hojo flashed a smirk to him.<br><br>"Just get it over with, Hojo." Sephiroth narrowed his eyes and curled his hand upon Cloud's shoulder as the mako was injected into his veins.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 06:34:38</strong>
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				"Then I should count myself lucky." Cloud states simply… the thought of not having nearly as many of these 'treatments' something of a comfort. He pauses, however, blinking at the feel of that warm hand upon his shoulder and he raises those luminous sapphire eyes to the General. He tilts his head aside slightly, ignoring the constricting band being placed around his arm being prepared for the injection. Solemnly, he nods. "I can take it, General. I can take on anything." However, as he feels the sharp prick of the needle enter his skin, he pales slightly, gritting his teeth. <br><br><br>Oh, he knows what is about to come. He's VERY familiar with it.&nbsp; Gritting his teeth, he grunts at the first of the icy burn that worms through his veins. gripping the end of the table tight with his other arm, Cloud fights to keep from crying out, drawing ragged hissed breaths as he closes his eyes to try to keep his precious control.<br><br><br>It hurt like hellfire!!! Like something hot and cold was searing through his veins. He could feel his pulse throbbing like a stinging ache all over him. It wasn't just Mako… and this, he knew. He suspected it before, but he KNEW now. <br><br><br>Because, already… he could hear HER. Faint whispers… a feel of … something. <br><br><br>However, unlike before, he knew exactly what she was. As the concoction began to filter through his body, he squeezes his closed eyes shut, drawing ragged breaths and growling between tight gritted teeth as he threads his fingers through the sunny feathery locks to grip his pounding head. "Not you…not again… shut… up…." Oh, she was trying to worm into his mind again… he should have seen this coming. "Get out…. DAMN YOU!!!"<br><br><br>What he was doing physically is beyond his control now… his battle focused inward, his body's jerking and huddling, lashing out at anything that touches him. When his eyes open, they're glowing bright…tainted vivid violent green amidst the sky blue and bearing a telltale hint of a slitted pupil as he focuses upon Sephiroth, tensing and barely on the edge of striking out at the General.<br><br><br>His memories and thoughts were ragged and jumbled… was he staring at his enemy? Puppet master? Friend?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 19:46:28</strong>
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				The general had never witnessed something like this before. Sure, he had seen many people get injected with the Jenova cocktail, yet none of them had quite responded to it like Cloud had. They were in sheer agony most of the time, and Sephiroth could see that in Cloud's eyes, yet the violence that Cloud was beginning to show was not common. Even Hojo was a bit surprised, though he made no move to get away from him or anything like that. "Interesting..." Hojo murmured, taking notes quietly.<br><br>"That's all you can do is stand there and observe?" Sephiroth growled and looked down to Cloud, hands curling into his shoulders. "Cloud, snap out of it. It's me." He shook him gently and tugged him forward to secure him in a tight hug.<br><br>"Just listen to the sound of my voice. That's the only thing you need to focus on."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 21:34:07</strong>
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				As those hands on his shoulders grip tighter, Cloud snarls with a look of unparalleled fury, and he immediately clenches his hands in a near attempt to punch his superior officer. However, as he's drawn close, those rage burning and eerie glowing eyes blink as he finds himself in an unexpected solace. Safe. This…was safe.<br><br><br>Sephiroth was safe.<br><br><br>Blinking slowly as his eyes draw back to his usual sapphire hue, albeit brighter glowing, Cloud groans as he slumps against Sephiroth, shivering as that horrid concoction continued to burn agonizingly though him, however, in the strong solace of the General, the blond finds the pain and confusion fading away. Resting his head wearily on Sephiroth's leather clad shoulder, he simply raises a hand to clasp on one of the strong arms holding him protectively, a silent gesture to both reassure himself this was real… and a subtle gratitude.<br><br><br>Cloud needed this safety.<br><br><br>A dry wry laugh escapes Cloud as he remains savoring the security of that soothing embrace. "I don't know what was worse…" He manages with a slightly tight voice. "…that… or the paperwork for joining." The faint mirth vanishes as his weary eyes rove over the room, catching sight of a very rapt scientist. His fingers tighten slightly in a sleight squeeze on Sephiroth's arm before he turns his head away from Hojo to bury against the older man's chest, feeling a tad too unguarded at the moment. He groans softly, however, as he huddles close to the strong body, feeling a wave of dizziness and vagueness. His mind felt like so many scattered marbles.<br><br><br>Sephiroth, he was a strong reassurance. Ironically… the one person who lacked an ounce of sanity before was helping him keep his.<br><br><br>Of course, Cloud was beyond caring how close this made them seem. All that he knew, was that he craved to be close silver haired man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 03:13:25</strong>
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				The general would keep a tight grip on him, for he knew better than anyone that Cloud needed someone right now. His hand raked through those blond locks as he stood there, not minding the closeness that Cloud needed to feel to focus on something other than the burn of the cocktail going through him. Hojo was surely pleased and delighted beyond all belief at this, though Sephiroth didn't give a damn right now. He had to focus on Cloud and help him ignore that intense pain.<br><br>He rested his hand upon the back of the cadet's head to stroke through those flaxen strands, hopefully soothing the younger male into a state of almost sleep. "I'm right here, Strife." He murmured softly to him, his gloved hand sliding down his back to rub slowly. "That it for today?" He looked to Hojo who smirked.<br><br>"Indeed. That'll be all for now." He waved them both off, snickering as he made his way toward his office. Sephiroth helped Cloud off of the table and curled him close to his chest, giving his forehead a gentle kiss. "You okay?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 12:42:42</strong>
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				"Indeed. That'll be all for now." He waved them both off, snickering as he made his way toward his office. Sephiroth helped Cloud off of the table and curled him close to his chest, giving his forehead a gentle kiss. "You okay?"<br><br><br>Cloud groans softly as he clings close to Sephiroth, however, as those fingers stroke through his hair, Cloud calms more as it lulls him into an almost hypnotic state of contentment and those vividly glowing blue eyes close, the pain throbbing and burning throughout his body seeming to fade from his consciousness. He makes no protest as he's drawn from the table and is gathered to be carried into the General's arms. Good thing, too. His legs certainly couldn't support him… much less handle walking.<br><br><br>He wraps his arms about the silver haired man's neck as he rests his head on the General's shoulder, murmuring one word faintly that escapes his muddlled but content thoughts.<br><br><br>"Reunion…" He murmurs in a faint thick slur before he snuggles closer, sighing softly. "Feels good."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 20:39:06</strong>
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				The general would hold Cloud easily within his strong arms, supporting him and making sure that he didn't have to waste his energy on walking or anything like that. The blond was just lucky to have a man like Sephiroth to keep an eye on him. His eyes turned down to the boy as the young male snuggled up closer to his frame, holding onto him with such intensity. The words coming from Cloud were confusing, yet he knew that the Jenova cocktail could go so far as to make people hallucinate and whatnot. <br><br>He made his way through the many halls of the medical compound to head back into the dormitory itself. Rather than let Cloud sleep in his own room, once more, he brought him back toward his own quarters to lay both of them down in the large, king-sized bed.<br><br>"It's not too bad, is it?" He murmured softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 13:13:10</strong>
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				There was an unabashed contentment as Cloud was carried back in Sephiroth's arms, the halls and doorways nothing but an unnoticed blur as his focus, as unstable as it was, was anchored upon the General. The feel of his heart beating in a soothing rhythm was music that Cloud was drawn to, and a made a rather amusing plaintive mewl as he's gently detached from the warm security of the silver haired man's chest to be settled in the bed. <br><br><br>A low sound escapes Cloud's throat as he writhes, sweat clinging long pale bangs to his skin and he begins to tug and fumble with his top with trembling hands and abysmal coordination.<br><br><br>"Hot…" He murmurs faintly, panting as he struggles with the clothing in futile rustling. "…too hot." He only wanted two things at that moment.<br><br><br>To shed the stuffy confining layers that were heating him up terribly, and to cling to the General like a swamp leech and get close to the man he…<br><br><br>...wanted.<br><br><br>With a primal instinctive drive to get closer that his distracted mind couldn't recognize. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 15:32:44</strong>
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				The general had rarely ever spent more time with the cadets that were injected with the Jenova cocktail, so he was not sure on how their full reactions would be as the time passed. "Easy..." He murmured, his hand settling over Cloud's chest. He carefully helped him out of his clothing until the blond was in nothing but his boxers, for he knew that the stuffy, cramped feeling would only go away once he had shed those layers of clothing. Sephiroth was settled upon the bed by now, gingerly holding the blond cadet with one strong, secure arm.<br><br><em>Strife... you always manage to surprise me.</em><br><br>He let out a slow, relaxed sigh and squeezed him tightly, turning on the fan with his free hand. The cool air would feel nice against Cloud's heated flesh, calming it down considerably as he cuddled in close to the strong frame of the general.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 22:01:53</strong>
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				As those damp layers are peeled away, revealing the creamy skin and the taut muscles honed from stubborn practice and a constant pushing of his limits, Cloud seems to settle with a soft sigh against Sephiroth as cool air greets his sensitive flesh. Almost as if those thoughts were spoken, Cloud opens those vividly glowing blue eyes slowly to gaze up to the General inquiringly with a languid thoughtfulness, looking almost amusingly drugged.<br><br><br>"Gonna protect you." He speaks with a lucid solemness, closing his eyes as he burrows closer to the other man's body, tangling his legs with the longer ones of the General as he buries his face against the bare chest of the other man. Trembling hands cling against the soft leather of his coat as warm breaths fan against the bare skin of the older man. Unfortunately, Cloud's resistor between his brain and mouth was temporarily shorted in this state, and he was bleeding words, thoughts strong in his mind. "…wanna save you. Give you what you never had."<br><br><br>Cloud was veritably thrumming with how pleased he was at the moment. Yes. Closer.<br><br><br>At this point, if Sephiroth asked him for anything… like with the black Materia… he'd have no hesitation in giving it to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 16:08:57</strong>
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				By now, Cloud was speaking nonsense by the sound of it. Sephiroth had no idea what he needed to be protected from or saved from. Nevertheless, he just let Cloud speak, allowing his own fingers to thread gently through the flaxen hair that was so wild atop his young cadet's head. "Of course." He chuckled and gave his lithe frame a gentle squeeze within his powerful arms. He allowed him to cling to him and nuzzle at him as he so pleased, finding that it was rather cute and befitting for a boy like him. <br><br>"Try to get some rest to get over the mako, all right?" He questioned, sliding his hand along the smoothness of his back and shaking his head. He had no idea what Cloud was going on about. Only the young blond could even understand the severity of the situation and how desperately he needed to save Sephiroth.<br><br>For madness was an easy disease that could be caught in an environment such as this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 12:49:31</strong>
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				Something was bothering Cloud. He wasn't close enough. Curling his fingers into the leather of the General's coat, the young SOLDIER finds that it irritated him. He needed to FEEL Sephiroth, to get closer. That barrier of leather was in the way. "Off. Need to feel you." He murmurs softly with a needy tone lacing the slurred voice.<br><br><br>And so Cloud makes a soft mewling noise of dismay before he begins tugging at the material, reaching down to fumble with the clasp at Sephiroth's waist, and when it finally came free, a soft moan of delight and relief escapes the feverishly warm lad as he wastes no time in shoving the coat open slipping his arms to hug around Sephiroth's waist and pulling himself closer to the silver haired man's more exposed body, nuzzling his bare chest with soft cooed sounds of pleasure, eyes closed as his blood veritably sings in joy.<br><br><br>Of course, being this close, and with all the squirming, it places his hip in a wickedly compromising place against the older man's groin.<br><br><br>Every now and then he'd writhe sinfully, or those hot hands would compulsively stroke over the skin of Sephiroth's back, making damn near illegal sweet mewling noises, suckling or licking the skin his lips were resting against, the taste of the One Winged Angel simply too much for Cloud to resist.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 18:13:56</strong>
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				The general... well he was in a bit of a predicament.<br><br>The man was in quite a bit of shock when Cloud suddenly grasped at the material of his coat and began to fumble with the clasps to hopefully remove it. He wouldn't even succeed, but just simply loosen it enough so his arms could slip in and around his strong torso. The writhing, the moans, the whimpers... they were all far too much for the general to comprehend. He was not a man that was inexperienced in that sort of field, but it did give him ample opportunity to be surprised that his cadet was acting this way.<br><br>"Strife..." He murmured, grunting as he felt those lips working upon the skin of his wide chest. His hand caught the boy's chin to tilt it upward, emerald eyes locking with those mako-infused blue ones. "Do you know what you're doing?" He questioned softly, not seeming angry but... intrigued.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 23:21:58</strong>
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				As his head is raised, those feverishly bright blue luminous eyes stare back to the General from languidly lowered lids and long lashes, soft parted lips moistened by a little lick of that questing pink tongue.<br><br><br>Did he know?<br><br><br>Wouldn't he be doing what he is doing if he didn't know?<br><br><br>A soft plaintive mewl escapes the younger SOLDIER's throat as he drops his head once more again, however, those intently staring eyes gaze back to the man he felt terribly compelled to…need.<br><br><br>"Yes." He purrs the word before he begins to lick and taste once more… daringly staring back all the while. "I need you." He groans, pulling himself closer as he delights at the taste of the General, something within him pleased… QUITE pleased.<br><br><br>"Reunion." He sighs the word before he burrows his head further and that warm caressing tongue explores over the poor neglected bud of dusky flesh, cooing as he toys with Sephiroth's nipple with that sinfully hot wicked muscle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 18:00:36</strong>
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				Sephiroth's eyes closed slightly and his teeth grit together as the tongue caressed slowly over his nipple which perked to attention. His hand slid along Cloud's bare back, himself not saying a word while the young blond explored and did as he liked to his powerful frame. He only shook his head in confusion, for he had no idea what the man was talking about. Hojo might know better, but Sephiroth'... well, his attention to Jenova and whatnot was rather minuscule at the moment. It would only intensify with that trip to Nibelheim which was definitely far off.<br><br>"What are you talking about, Cloud?" He asked, holding his chin tightly and bringing him up closer so their faces were level with each other. "Talk to me." He furrowed his brows, holding him securely so he didn't squirm or anything like that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 22:37:27</strong>
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				Low purring contentment and a raw sense of pleasure seems to bleed off of Cloud like an enraged SOLDIER's battle glow. The young man gasps as he's drawn away, breathing a low plaintive sound of frustration. Why did Sephiroth stop him? An amusing soft pout graces those soft lips, looking more his actual physical age as he writhes slightly, sinfully, but falls still in the strength of those arms about him. A soft groan of frustration escapes Cloud before he murmurs softly. "I need you. To complete you."<br><br>Ah yes, an explanation just as cryptic and riddle-like as everything else he's been saying.<br><br>Really, how could he possibly phrase something so abstract. A driving force that only has one word he could describe it?<br><br>Cloud closes his eyes, slumping in that grab in frustrated defeat. "Reunion. Joining of what belongs to you to you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 10:18:47</strong>
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				Sephiroth's eyes were narrowed in confusion, for nothing about any sort of Reunion had ever really been spoken to him. What was this boy talking about? It made no sense and yet to Cloud, it seemed that it made perfect sense. "Cloud..." He sighed, brushign aside wild strands of blond hair and tilting his head. "You're not making any sense." He stated, shaking his shoulders slightly. He had never seen a reaction to the cocktail to this caliber before.<br><br>"You need to get a hold of yourself. Come back to reality." He murmured, giving him a tight squeeze that would hopefully draw Cloud out of his strange hallucination.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 13:28:37</strong>
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				Wether it was that order, or the tight squeeze, Sephiroth wouldn't be able to tell, but those needily dazed eyes blink as his he'd been struck then he groans, shifting and squirming slightly with a groan like a person rousing unpleasantly after a night of binge drinking with Turks. Blinking blearily, Cloud grunts and winces… feeling one hell of a rotten Mako hangover.<br><br><br>"Nngh… always the worst part…" Cloud pauses, blinking, then he realizes his sweat moist skin was pressed to bare flesh, and those startled sapphire eyes blink before he looks down to the two of them. He was in nothing but his shorts… and Sephiroth, well, he was certainly apparently in the process of lacking clothes, too.<br><br><br>And they were together. In bed.<br><br><br>That lovely pale face turns a vibrant crimson as Cloud keeps his aching body still, staring up to his Mentor's emerald eyes, feeling his hands holding him intimately tight. Well well…now THIS was certainly a surprise. Despite his shock and uncertainty, a traitorous warmth spears through his body… reddening his blush to all over his body and a sinful squirm, however, he doesn't dare pull away.<br><br><br>"I…ah…. had no idea." Really, what DOES one say when when they find themselves waking up with signs of molestation?<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 19:46:09</strong>
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				The general would remain quiet as he held him firmly, looking downward to see if his attempts had worked. Sure enough, those eyes began to focus and Sephiroth was allowed to look down into the eyes of the young cadet that he was so familiar with. Not that crazed, hallucinating one that had been feverishly pulling away his clothing beforehand. The results of that were obvious and quite visible, as Sephiroth had his jacket removed and he was shirtless. Had he let the boy continue, he would have surely had his pants removed as well, and it even seemed as if Cloud had made an attempt to do such as well.<br><br>His eyebrow lifted and he shook his head slowly. "It's not what you think." He stated simply, letting out a defeated sigh as he leaned his head back. He began to recant the story of the boy getting the cocktail and murmuring about nonsense, then going so far as to practically molest Sephiroth himself in an attempt to be "complete" with him.<br><br>"You have any idea of what you were talking about?" He asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 00:46:34</strong>
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				As the Silver General begins to spill the events and details of Cloud's odd actions and reactions to the wicked concoction. Despite his flushing harder and harder at the descriptions of his needy acts, his expression and tension betrays easily that he knew EXACTLY what happened, even of he didn't remember. And when the word 'Reunion' is spoken, he pales, blue eyes widening a an odd haunted look of alarm and pure KNOWING graces those lovely boyish features before he drops his eyes to the floor, sitting leaned over with his elbows on his knees.<br><br><br>What can he say? He knew the observant man could tell that he knew something, even if he didn't remember what happened.<br><br><br>"It…" He begins… hesitating, not sure how to word things. He couldn't tell Sephiroth everything. He had a hard time believing everything that happened. But he wasn't going to lie to him, either. Something told him Sephiroth would know if he was. But he had to say something.<br><br><br>He didn't want him thinking he was some bi-polar fanboy who was going to try to rape him.<br><br><br>Absently wringing his hands, Cloud draws a deep breath to steady himself before he speaks carefully. "Do you recall the warped SOLDIERs and monsters that had become clones of Generals Angeal and Genesis? But all of them were degenerating because they bore an unstable element in them? And yet, you three were so similar? But, you're not degrading."<br><br><br>Well, not physically at least. Cloud absently licks his lips, staring to his feet that don't quite reach the floor from where he's sitting on the edge of the bed. "It was the cells of Genesis and Angeal that made those clones. So… the Doctor used your cells in me, Sephiroth. Because we were so…" He searches for the word. "…compatible, it took well, and I guess I must have synched to you. I'm sure if you concentrate hard enough, you'll be able to feel me."<br><br><br>The blond, speaking with a weary but eerie knowing tone answers the question Sephiroth wanted so dearly to know. "'Reunion' is the need of the part to return to the whole… a sort of union. No matter where in the world you might be… I'll know where you are, and I'd be compelled to return to you. I'm…" He hesitates, bearing a soft frown, and looking confused, troubled, nibbling on his lower lip. "The 'part' when returned and joined to the 'whole' would increase it's power."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 11:07:35</strong>
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				The stoic general was silent as he observed Cloud, feeling a twinge within him at seeing that look of realization and understanding clicking within his mind. His emerald eyes would narrow as he sat there, staring down at Cloud with a suspicious look within those eyes of his. Just as Cloud was expecting, Sephiroth was waiting for the boy to tell him the truth and would know if he was lying.<br><br>What the boy did tell him, though... it seemed far too farfetched to be true. He was absolutely quiet as he stared at the blond cadet, his fingers soon coming out to grasp his chin rather firmly. "How do you even know about Genesis and Angeal if you just became a cadet, hm?" He asked. "Not only that, but where are you getting all of this information from? How do you know all of this, hm?" He grasped his shoulders, giving them a firm shake.<br><br>"Tell me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 13:07:11</strong>
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				Yes, that reaction wasn't so good, and when Sephiroth shook him roughly, he bit his lower lip to try to keep from blurting everything out, strongly compelled by the order and the insistence, the demanding need to know he could feel burning in the other man. He attempts to pull away, shaking his head, however, Sephiroth holds too tight to him.<br><br><br>"Please… don't make me explain…" Cloud begs desperately, however… however, if Sephiroth figured out how to feel out and manipulate the bond, he wouldn't be able to resist. "…it's… I just know. I think… the Planet wants me to help you, Sephiroth…" He grits his teeth tight before snapping back in a surprising yell. "We both want to save you, dammnit!!!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 21:23:13</strong>
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				What the hell did he even have to do with the Planet? His emerald eyes were alight with something close to anger, for this whole mystery was not something that he was fond of. The last things Sephiroth wanted were secrets being kept from him. Whatever Cloud felt was something that he knew instinctually, and Sephiroth wanted to pry out all the information from him.<br><br>"So what? You expect me to sit here and just ignore everything you've said? You must be out of your mind." He growled, shaking his shoulders once more. <br><br>Being told that Cloud wanted to save him made the general hesitate, emerald eyes softening slightly. "... Cloud. What makes you think I need saving, hm?" He sighed. "I'm perfectly fine. Nothing's wrong with me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 01:36:57</strong>
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				The stoic young SOLDIER flinches as if those harsh words struck him harder than any slap. He bows his head as he's shaken roughly, feeling the man's irritation, his wanting… no… needing… to know tear both externally and internally at his defenses and secrecy. He remains silent for a long moment.<br><br><br>The blond grimaces, reaching up to rake his fingers through the golden fluffy chocobo-like locks and rub a badly aching spot. <br><br><br>"No… you're not ok. Something… terrible… will happen, and it's all because you've been lied to so much."<br><br><br>Lies.<br><br><br>Lies and secrecy. That, really, had been the fuse to this whole thing, wasn't it. Cloud realizes as he raises his head, gazing to Sephiroth from behind the long bangs with haunted blue eyes mirroring not only the torn troubling of the moment, but of the torment he'd waded through for so long.<br><br><br>And with the defensive pride Sephiroth pulls up, beginning to raise a wall that could separate this closeness he'd managed.<br><br><br>Lies, Cloud realizes, won't mend the damage caused by them.<br><br><br>"I… I want to tell you… really, I do. But you wouldn't believe me. I find it hard to believe it."<br><br><br>The blond draws a deep breath to steady his nerves, preparing himself mentally as if preparing for the greatest of all battles.<br><br><br>"I… know what's going to happen." He hesitates, then shakes his head sharply. "No… what COULD happen."<br><br><br>Cloud pauses, then whispers softly. "I know what you've been through… what you're going through now. You aren't invincible, Sephiroth. But I know that loneliness and uncertainly of who or what you really are can cut deeper than any sword." He pauses, then winces, hanging his head and shaking it. He was never good with words. "That was horribly sappy."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 13:41:35</strong>
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				His body visibly tensed and he leaned himself back as the boy opened up to whatever Sephiroth really had to tell him after leaving himself vulnerable. The general's entire senses were thrown for a loop as he sat there, staring down at Cloud. The blond was speaking in strange manners and acting as if there was some prophecy for the long-haired warrior. What nonsense could he really believe? Emerald eyes would narrow in distrust for a moment before his hand came to rest atop his head, gently tousling the blond locks.<br><br>"If you really do think that I need to be saved... then you're welcome to try. Though I do not know what I need to be saved from. It's hard for me to keep my eye open for that." He let out a low chuckle and ruffled at his hair slightly. "Just... do not take my confusion or disbelief as something to be depressed about. It is very strange to be told that I'm connected to anyone, let alone a simple cadet that just came into the ranks."<br><br>Loneliness. Uncertainty. They were words that were frequent in Sephiroth's inner vocabulary, but he would never let anyone know such things. How did Cloud know more about him than even some of his closest acquaintances?<br><br>"Just do your best, little one. I... suppose we will see what happens."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 21:36:56</strong>
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				"I… didn't expect you to believe me… or not be suspicious. But…" Cloud hesitates, glancing up as his hair is ruffled, easing as Sephiroth manages a chuckle. He bears such a look of uncertainty and earnest on those youthful features… it's almost adorable. "But… you've been lied to so much… you deserve the truth for once. Trust me… please." He tilts his head unconsciously into the hand stroking through the sunny locks.<br><br><br>"And promise me… that you'll listen to me if I have warnings… and especially… don't go to Niebleheim without me." Cloud states softly, however, he does seem to relax somewhat before leaning close to Sephiroth wearily. However, he blinks at the feel of bare skin on bare skin. Those vivid sapphire eyes blink comically before he glances down at their less than dressed states and a lovely blush graces the pale skin of that battle hardened young body. <br><br><br>Ah yes, THAT. Well, in a way, it DID make sense to him, embarrassing and a touch scary as it may be. He's lucky Sephiroth took it in good grace. Actually, that DOES raise a good point. "I'm surprised you didn't knock me senseless for…ah… that…" Did that mean something else, perhaps? That he hadn't minded? After all, the only way someone would start stripping Sephiroth, was if he wasn't opposed to it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 14:14:13</strong>
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				Sephiroth was not too sure on Cloud's knowledge, for the boy seemed to be far too informed on things that Sephiroth had never even heard of. Nevertheless, to appease the boy, he would only nod and pat his head. "I promise, then." He would not head to Nibelheim without taking Cloud along, if only to ease the young cadet's mind. Sephiroth was still so blissfully unaware of the true terrors that he would find out if given the opportunity, so he had a rather carefree look upon the whole situation for now.<br><br>"Mm?" He tilted his head and looked down to their bare chests pressed up against one another. "Well, there was no reason to hit you or anything like that. You weren't in your right mind and I wouldn't want to cause you pain when you got your mind straight." He chuckled heartily and gave him a gentle hug with one arm.<br><br>"I would not hit someone who is defenseless." He explained, kissing the other's pristine forehead gently.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 22:26:57</strong>
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				Those words, they were so surprisingly innocent… noble. So very different than the world destroying godlike entity he'd fought. Sephiroth was being… well… kind. Soothing. Making him seem all the more like a valiant knight chained to his saddle. As Cloud is enwrapped by the warmth of that arm hugging him, he silently considers the level of affection the normally impassively stoic man was bestowing upon him.<br><br><br>At that light kiss to his forhead… Cloud peers up to the General as he carefully considers this situation. In a way… his own dark brooding inner cell he'd been hidden away for so many years, even around friends… had been opened by this unexpected man.<br><br><br>Somehow, Sephiroth had been healing him, and Cloud found it a delightful little wonder. Hell, he'd laughed more in the time he'd been here, than he had his entire life. Leaning forward, he hesitates with uncertainty before shyly ghosting his lips over Sephiroth's in a chaste kiss as he murmurs a soft heartfelt "Thank you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 20:50:06</strong>
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				Sephiroth had to admit that his persona while around Cloud was much different than it had ever been previously. He was a stoic man in nature, never wanting to reveal his emotions in fear of seeming vulnerable or having something used against him. But with this young boy... oh yes, he could feel himself slowly opening up to the possibilities quite quickly. His eyes locked with those blue ones as the cadet leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss upon his lips, even murmuring a thank you for him.<br><br>"No need to thank me." He chuckled and squeezed him tightly in that strong arm, leaning back with him to relax upon the bed. He looked upward to the ceiling and sighed slowly, feeling the effects of weariness starting to make him quite tired. "Mmmh..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 22:39:55</strong>
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				Cloud contentedly smiles softly, nestling down on the man's chest as those eyes of vibrant sapphire close slowly, sinking into a peaceful slumber. That peace, however, was fleeting, because come the next day, trouble seemed to be brewing. Two SOLDIERs… turned up missing. One who was patrolling on watch in the slums, and the other…well, he went on liberty, supposedly slumming it for cheeper booze, and never returned.<br><br><br>However, answers presented themselves soon enough as Tseng presented himself in Sephiroth's office. And closed the door and locked it behind him.<br><br><br>Always a sign of critical, and often unpleasant, news. "General Sephiroth… we need to talk. I believe there is… a situation that I need to involve your department in. Well… it already is, to be honest."<br><br><br>Moving to sit in the chair on the other side of Sephiroth's desk, a soft weary sigh escapes Tseng as he reaches up to rub his eyes. "We found your missing SOLDIERs. One was killed by a bullet to the head… the other… well, when we found him… or what was left of him, he had to be put out of his misery. There's a new mako based drug out in the market on the moment called Glory. The problem is, it's being made with the 'ingredients' Medical uses for SOLDIER injections that turned up missing a month back." <br><br><br>A soft frown graces Tseng's lips. "It's in Corneo's domain, but he knows the Turks well enough that we haven't been able to find evidence or the source of the drug processing."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 16:51:27</strong>
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				Sephiroth's intentions with Cloud were rather hard to discern at first, for it was really difficult to see whether or not the general had feelings for the cadet or was just concerned for his well-being. Nevertheless, he made sure to check up on Cloud every day, for the boy did hold a special place in his life whether it be as a significant other or perhaps just a close friend.<br><br>The man was sitting quietly within his own office, signing a few papers when Tseng made his presence known with a knock on the door. He turned his attention to the man and tilted his head, crossing his arms over his chest as he listened to what he had to say. Those two men that had turned up missing had not been significantly important, but they were men of SOLDIER, after all.<br><br>"Glory..." He murmured softly, shaking his head. "We need to find the supplier of this new drug first. Get it off the market before anyone gets hurt." He growled, rising up onto his feet. "You have no leads?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 17:46:04</strong>
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				"Nothing." Tseng shakes his head slowly with a sigh. Normally as stoically composed as the rock faces of Wutaii, it was evident he has been digging in this tangled mess for quite some time, and managed little sleep, thanks to it. Reaching up to rub his eyes slowly, he grunts low. "Because it's mako based, the OD junkies tend to go through mutations. The first sign of use is, of course, the eye glow. I'm certain the locals have mistaken a few for SOLDIER. The two SOLDIERs and a variety of junkies have been found near Wall Market, so that brings our suspicions to Don Corneo." <br><br><br>Sitting forward, Tseng places a Top Secret marked envelope on Sephiroth's desk, the sealing tape undisturbed. Within laid a good portion of the information. <br><br><br>"I don't doubt he knows something, but the man plays ShinRa politics too well for the usual Turk methods… which is why I wanted to see if SOLDIER can help. Maybe plant someone undercover under the guise as a junkie to gather information. One or two should be able to pull it off, but we need someone who hasn't been seen as a SOLDIER down there, yet competent enough to not blow the operation by foolishness. We could have one well known SOLDIER act as a visible decoy, if need be. I'll have Turks out there to assist you, and if you need any special equipment, you just need to ask. We need to cap this off as soon as possible. Once we find where the samples are leaking from, we can 'seal' that leak."<br><br><br>He pauses, glancing up at a clear knock on the door. The rapport was tell tale to Sephiroth… Cloud. Though a week was demanded by medical for Cloud to rest and refrain from his usual active duties and training, he couldn't bear more than a day or two in bed, and soon he'd taken to running errands or helping Sephiroth with paperwork and sorting his mail, making tea, bringing lunch. And there he stood at the door, a load of neatly organizes folders and pages adorned with the tell tale candy coloured marking stickers for what needed signing and initially, and neatly written summaries of the frustrating jargon of political or technical speak. And on top of it all was a cup of soothing tea, steaming and carefully balanced.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 19:40:45</strong>
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				Sephiroth would tear open the top-secret folder in order to read the contents inside, gazing over the reports of the people that had been found under the influence of the mako. His emerald eyes were glowing intensely as he thought silently to himself, figuring that a spy being put into Corneo's area would definitely help out. There was really only one person that he could think of for the job, though he was uncertain if Cloud wanted to do it or not. It would put him in danger, yet that never stopped the blond cadet before, right?<br><br>Speak of the devil. The knocking at his door obviously was from Cloud. Sephiroth waved his hand and cleared his throat. "Come on in." He called out to Cloud, taking a glance to Tseng. The boy's refusal to rest and his definite desire to get the job done was seen as a determined sort by Sephiroth and most of his superiors.<br><br>"You think he'd do well, Tseng?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 20:33:03</strong>
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				The Turk glances up as the door opens, and he raises dark eyebrows slightly. Oh, he'd heard about the new youngest SOLDIER second class in ShinRa's ranks. However, the lad looked FAR too young. True, they'd met before… but still, Strife was racing through ranks faster than ShinRa's accounting system could fathom.<br><br><br>Which means… the skill, the discipline, and knowledge of a Second Class… yet, he's not made headlines or been seen under the Plate. He could do well to pass for a Junkie kid. Reaching up to rub his chin, Tseng gives a thoughtful nod. "I believe so, yes. Do you wish to brief him?"<br><br><br>Cloud hesitates by the door, raising a pale brow at the cryptic discussion passing between the two authorities… regarding him. He warily ponders what this might entail, but he wisely shuts the door before stepping forward to place the papers and the tea on Sephiroth's desk before standing respectfully nearby.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 14:56:55</strong>
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				The general gave a slight bow of his head in thanks as the boy rushed forward in order to set the tray of tea down. He idly fingered the folder in his hand, still contemplating for a moment. No one knew Cloud other than the people within the compound, so he would be rather perfect for this little job that Tseng needed someone for. The silver-haired man would chuckle and take a glance to the cadet, giving a slight nod. "All right. I'll brief him, Tseng. I'll send him by to you later if he wants to do it." He spoke. He would speak to Cloud in private about this, of course. While Tseng was in good company, he knew that Cloud didn't know him all that well and would be more comfortable with just Sephiroth.<br>&nbsp;<br>"The mako that they've been using to inject people with to make them stronger." Sephiroth began when Tseng headed out. "A batch of it was... stolen a few weeks ago. And since then, they've been using it on the street as a new drug, you know. We need someone unknown to lay in wait and get information from Don Corneo's part of Wall Market." He explained, resting his chin within his open palm.<br><br>"You don't have to do this if you don't want to, Cloud. I'll understand if you don't. We just need someone that has the skills and you've got the best potential I'ev seen in a long time."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 13:10:35</strong>
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				With a cool nod, Tseng rises, stepping to the door. "If there's anything you need, let me know, General. Hopefully, we'll get this wrapped up soon."<br><br><br>As Cloud moves forward to step inside, he sinks to sit calmly in the chair across from the General, listening. Those glowing sapphire eyes narrow… a new drug… from… THAT?! It was bad enough tainting SOLDIERs with it, but the effect it could have on general populace… expecially a junkie who's mind is half burned away chemically to begin with…<br><br><br>"I'll do it. There's a way to get past his defenses." Cloud states simply. However, he absently chews his lower lip, internally debating on something. Oh, he learned EXACTLY how to interrogate the freaky fat pervert. "But I'm going to need about 800 Gil. Cash." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 19:27:18</strong>
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				Sephiroth folded his fingers together as he leaned back in his chair, eyes halfway open. Having Cloud so quickly agree to this sort of thing was worrying and comforting at the same time. He didn't want to have to bear witness or guilt if something bad happened, yet he knew that it was necessary to send in someone relatively unknown to the area.<br><br>At the request for money, Sephiroth's eyebrow lifted. "You're... asking to be paid?" He would be paid regardless, though being so upfront about it was enough to make the general laugh.<br><br>"Of course. 1600. 800 for when you go in, 800 when you come back successfully." He smirked, ruffling his hair. "You drive a hard bargain, you know that?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 03:20:30</strong>
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				"Of course. 1600. 800 for when you go in, 800 when you come back successfully." He smirked, ruffling his hair. "You drive a hard bargain, you know that?"<br><br><br>The young SOLDIER blinks, straightening in no little shock. At the ruffling of his hair, he flushes hotly before he shakes his head, looking adorably flustered like a fussy chocobo. "N..no! That's not what I meant at all! I mean… I…ah… need some supplies… off the record, and I figure 800 might cover the bare minimum for my needs."<br><br><br>The small warrior looks delightfully nervous, blushing hotly and looking down to the floor and clasping his gloved hands before him. "I know how to get past the guards but it's a little…uhm… unorthodox."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 23:24:38</strong>
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				"Hmm?" Sephiroth was curious as to how Cloud had plans for this, but he would hear him out. "Go for it. Unorthodox methods are sometimes the best and most easiest to carry out." Sephiroth crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against his chair. "as long as it doesn't endanger your life... then I'd say that it's necessary. If you're willing to do it, then tell me." He gave a bow of his head.<br><br>He wasn't sure how he felt about sending Cloud in so suddenly, for he did worry about him, but the boy was strong. He could handle himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 01:38:10</strong>
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				And here, Cloud flushes hotter… then fidgets rather adorably. Great. He won't be getting the money unless he spills his plan. He REALLY didn't want Sephiroth to know about this. That's why he asked for the money and not the list of items. "Ah… uhm… well….I was sort of thinking… of…of…"<br><br><br>Great, now he was getting flustered. Ok… he'll do it in one rushed go! "…sneakinginandinterrogatingDonCorneoby…." He pauses as his tongue decides to stumble and play possum on him.<br><br><br>Damn. He couldn't say it.<br><br><br>Reaching to the desk, Cloud bites his lower lip as he plucks up a piece of paper and begins to write things down on it. A list.<br><br><br>Silk Dress<br>High Heeled Shoes<br>Diamond Tiara<br>Sexy Perfume<br>Make-up<br>Pass to the Honey Bee Inn<br><br><br>Setting down the pen carefully, Cloud pushes the paper to Sephiroth with as much dignity as he can muster, however, he's staring to the suddenly VERY interesting wall behind the noble general. "This is an itemized list of resources that I need to get past the Don's defenses by exploiting his weaknesses."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 12:37:51</strong>
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				Sephiroth would tilt his head in confusion as he sat there, waiting for an answer from the blond-haired boy. When whatever answer he achieved was either murmured or spoken too fast, Sephiroth was about to just blurt out that he wanted to know and he was getting impatient. Whatever Cloud had in mind... it had to be rather embarrassing, then. Right?<br><br>The general would take the list soon enough when it was pushed toward him. He took a glance to the items and widened his eyes, never imagining that Cloud would go to these measures to get the job done.<br><br>"This is..." He hadn't even thought of doing this! "Wow... are you sure?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 13:10:26</strong>
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				Cloud was ready for the laughter, maybe unpleasant disbelief. Well, it WOULD raise some questions about his character and possibly state of mind. However, after initial surprise, Sephiroth seemed to take it surprisingly well. Even curious. Well, that was reassuring.<br><br><br>So Cloud draws a deep breath, letting it out and relaxing a bit before he nod, crossing his arms. <br><br><br>"Yes, Don Corneo is in the market for a 'wife' but there's been women disappearing lately, so apparently he hasn't found Miss Right yet. Since women never make it to the SOLDIER program… and Turks wouldn't even consider tainting one of their own with the mako for eyeglow, I could easily pass for a junkie willing to do anything, even put up with that fat pervert for access to an endless supply to hook up with."<br><br><br>Cloud begins to pace slowly, spelling out his thoughts. "Corneo is good, VERY crafty with politics and black market business, but when things involve…er… his own addictions, he gets very narrow blinders and quite lax in his guard. I'll get him to tell me almost anything I need."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 18:54:36</strong>
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				The general rubbed slowly at his chin as the boy began to brief him on Corneo, though that brought up the question... how exactly did the boy know about Corneo anyway? He hadn't been involved with him before and they had never sent him on a mission. And he was quite happy to voice his opinion as well, for this was a serious mission that they'd be sending Cloud on.<br><br>"How exactly do you know so much about Corneo, Cloud? I don't doubt your ability to do it, but..." His eyebrow lifted as he observed the young cadet, trying to gauge his appearance and reaction to his question to see if he could come up with an answer himself.<br><br>No chance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 22:37:10</strong>
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				As these rather astute questions come from the older man, Cloud hesitates in his pacing… realize he'd slipped with a bit too much in trying to smooth down his nervousness while trying to sooth Sephiroth's curiosity. Holy Materia, he'd managed to dig himself a bit of a hole, hadn't he. Drawing a deep breath, he sighs softly, absently brushing long bangs from the cherubic pale features before he turns to settle those eerily older eyes framed by youthful features. Cloud pauses before he steps closer to the desk, resting his hands upon it as he leans forward to speak softly. <br><br><br>"I know about him, the same way I know about you… I…just know." And then he eases back into a normal tone.<br><br><br>"Gaia knows, ANYONE with half an ear in Midgar knows about his tastes, Sephiroth… you'll have to trust me about this." He pauses, then bears a thoughtful look. "But, if you're concerned so much… I can borrow a tap from the Turks… or if you wonder if I can pass…" He nibbles his soft lower lip rather adorably. "…I…ah… well… suppose I could get your approval on the disguise before stepping foot near his threshold."<br><br><br>Of course, being that Sephiroth would be the one providing the funds, Cloud realized with an edge of embarrassment, he might want to have full say in this 'shopping venture'.<br><br><br>"You have to remember, too… the longer this stuff is in the market, the more dangerous things will be, Sephiroth. Besides, you've lost enough SOLDIERs, are you willing to risk more to some tainted narcotic?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 12:39:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The general would lean himself back, fingers rubbing slowly at his chin as he sat there in thought. Cloud did have a point. He had to get the stuff off of the market as quickly as possible, yet did he want to lose men by attempting to do so? Of course not. "Yes. A tap would be a good idea, to be honest. It'd have to be small since I'm sure they're used to wire taps." He let out a stressed sigh and moved his fingers to massage at the bridge of his nose.<br><br>"Fine. You do this but you be careful about it, all right? I want to see the outfit before you leave to make sure that it's good enough. Just promise me that you'll be careful, hm?" He took Cloud's hand within his larger one, giving it a tender squeeze.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 12:37:58</strong>
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				The general would lean himself back, fingers rubbing slowly at his chin as he sat there in thought. Cloud did have a point. He had to get the stuff off of the market as quickly as possible, yet did he want to lose men by attempting to do so? Of course not. "Yes. A tap would be a good idea, to be honest. It'd have to be small since I'm sure they're used to wire taps." He let out a stressed sigh and moved his fingers to massage at the bridge of his nose.<br><br>"Fine. You do this but you be careful about it, all right? I want to see the outfit before you leave to make sure that it's good enough. Just promise me that you'll be careful, hm?" He took Cloud's hand within his larger one, giving it a tender squeeze.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 12:38:55</strong>
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				The general would lean himself back, fingers rubbing slowly at his chin as he sat there in thought. Cloud did have a point. He had to get the stuff off of the market as quickly as possible, yet did he want to lose men by attempting to do so? Of course not. "Yes. A tap would be a good idea, to be honest. It'd have to be small since I'm sure they're used to wire taps." He let out a stressed sigh and moved his fingers to massage at the bridge of his nose.<br><br>"Fine. You do this but you be careful about it, all right? I want to see the outfit before you leave to make sure that it's good enough. Just promise me that you'll be careful, hm?" He took Cloud's hand within his larger one, giving it a tender squeeze.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 12:41:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The general would lean himself back, fingers rubbing slowly at his chin as he sat there in thought. Cloud did have a point. He had to get the stuff off of the market as quickly as possible, yet did he want to lose men by attempting to do so? Of course not. "Yes. A tap would be a good idea, to be honest. It'd have to be small since I'm sure they're used to wire taps." He let out a stressed sigh and moved his fingers to massage at the bridge of his nose.<br><br>"Fine. You do this but you be careful about it, all right? I want to see the outfit before you leave to make sure that it's good enough. Just promise me that you'll be careful, hm?" He took Cloud's hand within his larger one, giving it a tender squeeze.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 21:57:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The concern… was warming and touching to Cloud, and his determined expression softens. He gently pats his other hand atop the General's clasping his own. "I will. Have a little faith in me. It'll work fine." And then holding his hand out for the money expectantly, he then grins faintly before turning once his shopping cash is in hand, stepping out of the office.<br><br><br>It wasn't until later… MUCH later, that there's an almost hesitant knock upon Sephiroth's door. A slender cloaked and hooded figure enters, closing the door gently before the concealing garment is dropped. As if coming to life and stepping from one of those Fairy Tale books Ghast would not and then slip to Sephiroth when he was younger, a beautiful princess turns to face Sephiroth, lithe and petite with a breathtaking dress of a vibrant sapphire silk trimmed with shimmering accents. Golden hair falls free past the lovely shoulders with long bangs framing an angelic face lightly blushing with the delicate makeup. Cerulean eyes raise, glowing ever so exotically and matching the glittering jewel studded tiara nestled in the feathery locks.<br><br><br>And then the illusion is shattered as Cloud makes an odd whimpering noise, squirming slightly. Oh Gaia, he'd forgotten how this felt. And THIS time, he even let the Bees do the works. His legs felt SO weird. "Uhn… just a forwarning…if you ever get offered a 'Costa Del Sol' wax special. Don't trust it."<br><br><br>Honestly, he never knew THOSE places could be waxed. However, regathering his composure, he steps forward with his white gloved hands clasped before him. He manages to make his sleight awkwardness in the heels look more like a demure doe like shyness with his head slightly bowed and eyes cast to the floor.<br><br><br>"I hope…" He speaks softly, letting his voice hitch a little higher. "…this will work?" And he hesitates, looking up slowly from behind the long soft bangs with those striking eyes to meet Sephiroth's.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 22:29:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You bet." The general chuckled quietly and watched as the young male left the room with the money. He would be working endlessly for the rest of the day, signing papers and doing whatnot until there was a quiet knock upon his door. He looked downright tired when that vision of loveliness came into the room, yet the moment he saw him, he couldn't even tell it was Cloud. "Yes, can I help--" He stopped in mid-sentence as those blue eyes lifted up to meet his own, clearly embarrassed beyond belief.<br><br>Sephiroth... well he was much more open to the beauty before him. His eyes widened into saucers and his lips parted in amazement, eyes going over the lithe figure of his young cadet. "Cloud, you're... absolutely stunning. You'll definitely do well on this little mission." He gulped, loosening the collar of his dress shirt.<br><br>"Spectacular..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 01:30:17</strong>
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				Cloud smiles softly, easing somewhat. And he hides a shy soft laugh behind his hand in a dainty looking gesture at the slightly…flustered look on Sephiroth's face. And he even loosened the collar. How funny. And sweet.<br><br><br>Leaning closer, Cloud moves nearer to the desk in a soft sensual whisper of silk, an enticing perfume gracing the young SOLDIER as the lovely creature tilts his head aside with a thoughtful look. "Why General, are you enjoying this little outfit a bit more than I thought?" And then he sighs, leaning his hip against the proud smooth wood of the furniture, setting down a small device.<br><br><br>"Tseng said to plug this into your PHS… you should be able to hear everything." He adjusts a lovely glittering pin on the dress that looked like a silvery flower.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 19:11:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The general would laugh softly and rub at the side of his neck as he sat there, eyes going over the svelte, gorgeous figure of the small male. "No, it's just... I never expected you to go to these lengths and for you to be this successful at it." He admitted, a handsome grin coming onto his features. "It's wonderful, Cloud. Very impressive." He smirked, giving the back of his hand a playful kiss. "You almost fooled even me when you came into the door." He laughed and looked down to the pin.<br><br>He nodded and set up his PHS perfectly so he'd be able to hear what was going on. "If something goes wrong, we're coming in, got it?" He asked, giving his hand a slight pat. "You'll do just fine, I'm sure. Good luck, Cloud."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 22:39:33</strong>
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				Under the probing gaze of the silver maned man, Cloud cannot help but blush slightly, rather adorably in such a guise. "I go to these lengths because I don't just want to pass…I need to get picked." At the chivalrous act of kissing his hand, Cloud blinks those vivid sapphire hues before smiling softly, curling his fingers around the other man's. "You should have seen the look on your face, Sephiroth. Priceless." <br><br><br>At the reassurance the blond smiles and leans closer, gracing a soft kiss upon the stoic man's cheek before drawing away to straighten, smoothing down the dress and settling himself back into sorts. "I might need a ride back after this. I don't think after this I'll want to contend with every sleezeball, pervert, and John between Don Corneo's mansion and here."<br><br><br>Stepping to the door, Cloud pauses, smiling softly with a hint of amusement at the tell tale mark of lips on the tanned flesh of the normally stoic man. "I wouldn't mind, so much, meeting up with you after. Maybe in the bar near the pharmacy on Market Street?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 23:10:17</strong>
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				Sephiroth had no idea why he was exactly treating Cloud in this manner. Perhaps this feminine clothing worked too well with the blond cadet? He wasn't too sure, but he did know that the young blond had quite a knack for picking the right clothing, right makeup... everything was perfect. "I'm sure it was definitely priceless. I had no idea who you even were for a minute there." He let out a warm laugh and closed his eyes at the feel of that soft kiss pressing against his cheek.<br><br>"Sure thing." He responded to the boy's invitation to the bar. "Just keep away from anyone suspicious when you leave the Don's place. Stay in the bar and wait for me." He suggested, his arms crossing over his broad chest as he leaned back. "Good luck, Cloud. Call me on the PHS if you need anything or if something goes wrong, all right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 06:05:39</strong>
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				Cloud chuckles softly along with Sephiroth's laugh, collecting the cloak before slipping it once more about his shoulders and draws the hood. "I promise I will be careful. I'll keep our 'date', I wouldn't miss it for anything." The lovely inviting lips draw into a soft smile. "And I will not need to call you. I am sure you will be listening to everything."<br><br><br>Turning, Cloud steps out of Sephiroth's office to make his way below the plate in a rather… dangerous… yet interesting task. Soon, the lovely Niebelheim princess is standing in the midst of two other lovely ladies waiting to be inspected by the Don. He keeps his head shyly bowed, eyes trained to the plush but gaudy carpet of his office, white gloved hands clasped carefully in front of himself in an innocent demure stance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 12:53:51</strong>
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				A man like the Don saw women come to and leave his establishment quite frequently. For some reason, however, he did not ever imagine that his secrets or anything personal would be leaked to spies or anything like that. He was a cocky man and had no need to worry about such trivial things, after all. The man's wrath was quite terrifying if he truly sought to ruin someone, and why would he want to ruin such lovely ladies like this?<br><br>The lecherous, older man was practically drooling as he sat there, eyes going all over the svelte, delicious figures of the three women in front of him. "My my my..." He would grin, coming around to the front of his desk to observe each of them thoroughly. He would twirl the end of his moustache as he moved from left to right, peering at the gorgeous faces, the swelling asses, the hefty breasts... well, all except for the one in the middle. While the Don was a man of regular tastes, he had more exquisite ones than a normal man would.<br><br>"You." He smirked, tilting up the chin of the little blond princess.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 14:35:24</strong>
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				As the larger man ambles closer and leans in to peer to the quiet blond, Cloud would turn the honey maned head this way and that as if shyly avoiding meeting the man's gaze. However, as the warm hand tilts the young Niebel's head up to better display those lovely angelic features and softly glowing blue eyes, the SOLDIER flushes slightly in what looked like an innocent blush.<br><br><br>"M…me?" Cloud whispers faintly, blinking. Oh Gaia, he didn't remember it being THIS easy. Maybe it was the little extra effort this time around?<br><br><br>Or that 'Special' the girls at the Honey Bee tormented him with. Speaking of which, the slippery fabric of the dress felt SO bizarre on his smooth legs as the dress whispered with his sleight shift in balance. With an effort of will, he keeps absolutely still despite the urge to squirm.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 22:38:56</strong>
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				"Why of course. Only the prettiest little lady gets to spend a night with me, after all." He would let out a bellowing, happy laugh. "Come. Follow me, princess." he would squeeze the blond's hand and take a glance to his bodyguards. "Go ahead and enjoy the other two. And don't interrupt me for the next few hours, understand?" The look he flashed them was quite dark as he lead the precious little blond back into his quarters, which were rather lavish and... comical, to be honest.<br><br>"Now come. Sit on the bed, hm? What's your name, beautiful?" It was not every day that the Don gave a damn on his choice's name, but this was an exceptionally beautiful young thing that needed a bit more... unique treatment.<br><br>Sephiroth was settled quietly at the bar of Wall Market, his hair tied up underneath a hat he was wearing so no one would figure out who he was. He was sipping silently on coffee, his earpiece allowing him to hear everything that was going on with Cloud and the Don.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 23:02:44</strong>
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				Cloud follows after the Don, glancing back to the guards and the two unlucky woman… almost feeling sorry for them. Almost. Seeing their slums hardened look in their eyes mingled with disappointment and apathy, he decides they certainly weren't worth a rescue. And so he follows behind the underworld overlord into that room.<br><br><br>Even remembering it from before, Cloud had to stop and blink… staring in no little shock to the garish opulence. With the invitation, Cloud demurely moves to the bed, hesitantly sitting slowly and staring down to the carpet. Oh yeah, he remembered THAT. Like hell he'd get caught in it again. The sewers reeked something awful.<br><br><br>With the question however, those soft painted lips part as if to speak, then he hesitates. Should&nbsp; he use his name? No. Need something else. Who… though… "Aurora." He blurts out. Fantastic… another sky marvel. And then he falls into a silence. A VERY awkward one as he clasps his hands over his lap, fidgeting slightly with a sleight bit of nervousness it seems. "Please… Mr Corneo." He decides to break it. "I… I had a strange drink that left me feeling… different. It's… difficult..."<br>&nbsp;<br>He trails off, not knowing WHAT the hell to say, flushing slightly in consternation before he continues. "I heard you would be able to help me? Could you tell me… what did this?" He asks, then looks up slowly to the Don with luminous blue eyes in a painfully innocent look. "Can you tell me why my eyes… are different?" Ah yes, try to get some information from him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 06:26:41</strong>
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				The Don would grin in sheer amusement as the demure little thing would settle upon his bed and return a name to the man's question. "Aurora, hm?" The name sounded obviously fake, but he had no interest in pursuing such a subject further. He would kiss playfully at the young blond's hand, all the way up his forearm as well. "Hmm? A drink, you say?" He laughed heartily and moved toward his cabinet in his room. He would adjust his robe slightly and open it up to reveal the wonderful, glowing mako that was stored in vials. "Mind you, this isn't the entire thing. I don't run the damn business, after all." He snickered. "You enjoyed it, I take it?"<br><br>"Just play along, Cloud." Sephiroth murmured to himself as he sipped on his coffee, listening to everything that had to be said. The Don would smirk and rub at his moustache once more, winking.<br><br>"I'd be happy to give you a dose. If you don't mind negotiating a bit and doing me a favor."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 06:47:22</strong>
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				As the amorous crime lord and fashion assassin kisses his way up Cloud's hand and arm, he shivers, flushing a deeper colour in a bashful seeming over his desperate effort to refrain from clocking the man. This was important. VERY important. He does squeak slightly, however as those lips grace over the inside of his elbow.<br><br><br>When the affectionate assault is postponed… for the moment, those sapphire hues blink in surprise. "Y….yes…" The blond head bobs in a nod, expression unabashedly curious and questioning. "…it tasted strange." However, the lovely creature draws in a sharp breath, staring to the vials glowing in the decorative containment furniture. It was… paydirt. However, Cloud looks up swiftly at the mention that he didn't make it. However, as that smug question is asked, Cloud sits up straight shaking his head emphatically. "No no!!!"….Yes… <br><br><br>The lovely creature blushes hotly, nibbling at the soft lower lip as if torn by some internal debate before breathing a faint defeated sigh before looking down demurely, as if ashamed. "Well… I…guess… maybe a little…." <br><br><br>Feeling the weight of the interested man's gaze upon him, the princess pauses at the question. Then… does THAT look. The one that had such a reaction from Sephiroth.<br><br><br>Slowly, raising the honey maned head, those haunting sapphire eyes raise to meet the Don's gaze from behind the feathery sunny bangs. "What… do you want for me to do?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 06:52:31</strong>
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				Oh, this was too perfect! Corneo would have been rubbing his hands together in glee if not for his desire to keep himself under control in front of this pretty little lady. "Well, I think you know what I want for you to do, princess." The larger man would coo, fingers tickling beneath his chin affectionately. He would slowly bend down and smirk, face inches from Cloud's own. "Give me a kiss, hm? How's that sound, sweetheart?" He teased, hand sliding up the smooth expanse of Cloud's leg until he felt a sudden sharpness pressing against the back of his neck.<br><br>"Hands off, Corneo." That warm, deep voice echoed. Corneo would quickly rise up and hold his hands up in innocence, staring over his shoulder as much as he could. "General Sephiroth." He muttered in a mix of astonishment and fear. "What's going on? Who..."<br><br>"You've been duped." Sephiroth stated simply, using his free hand to drag Corneo away from the beautiful little blond on the bed. "Now start talking. You're not the main seller, then who is?"<br><br>"You think I'm going to reveal that kind of information? You must be--"<br><br>His blade cut through the air, slicing open the Don's cheek and eliciting a scream of pain from him. Luckily, these rooms were soundproof since the man didn't want his privacy to be disturbed.<br><br>"Hopefully you see I'm not playing around now, hm?" He narrowed his eyes, reaching his free hand out to Cloud to draw him up close. "He didn't touch you, did he?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 07:29:27</strong>
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				As the Don's mood went more buoyant, Cloud's plummeted and he stiffened as the larger man closed in for the… er… kill. Cloud swallows a thick lump in his throat. Staring up with widening sapphire eyes the lovely princess leans back as the crime lord nears. And as that grubby clammy hand caresses up Cloud's leg he jerks and gasp, the sensitive flesh responding to ANY touch, much to his dismay. As those fingers venture up…up…he closes his eyes tight, tensing. He wasn't going to throttle the man…. and he wasn't going to-<br><br><br>That smooth rich voice brings out his held breath and relieved luminous eyes open to gaze to the welcome gleam of Masamune, and past it to Sephiroth. In no time at all, he's bounding from the bed to huddle in close to the disguised General. Pausing, he eyes the Don on the bed before he tugs on the General, glancing down to the dangerous carpet covered trap door.<br><br><br>"Uhm… Sephiroth…. don't stand there…" A white gloved hand points. "Over here's safer…." He points to the side of the bed. However, those bold blue eye lock to stare upon the Don. "Don Corneo, Tell us…." He speaks in that sweet soft voice then puts a foot up on the edge of the bed, letting the soft silk of the skirt to slide away&nbsp; to reveal a sinful amount of bare smooth leg, the barest hint of the sexy lingerie visible underneath as he leans closer, resting one elbow upon his knee. "…or I'll RIP them off." And there was no doubt what he was referring to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 07:48:17</strong>
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				The larger man would hold onto Cloud's delicate waist, holding him flush up against his side as he stood there with his blade outstretched. At Cloud's suggestion, Sephiroth would step to the side, away from the carpet that had been such a problem for Cloud and his friends in the future. The general would remove his hat from his head, letting down the long tresses that fell about his shoulders now. Sephiroth would have never expected Cloud to be so good at this, using every bit of his seduction and even intimidation to make the Don squirm in pain. "N-No, please! Not that!"<br><br>Sephiroth would chuckle lowly, trying his best not to take an eyeful of the long, smooth leg where he could see a bit of his lingerie peeking out from underneath his skirt. "You heard him." He kept his blade pointed at the Don, ready to add another cut whenever he needed to. "Start talking, you hear me?"<br><br>"L-Look! I don't know a damn thing, all right?!"<br><br>Sephiroth would press the edge of the blade against his shoulder, enough to penetrate the skin. "What was that?"<br><br>"I really... nngghh...! All right, dammit! Stop! I'll tell you! I got the shipment in from Bone Village, all right?!"<br><br>Just how could a shipment of mako be sent out to Bone Village, and yet sold once more back to the slums? "From who?"<br><br>"I don't know the guy's name! Hair like your friend there and it's longer!"<br><br>Sephiroth took a glance to Cloud and then scoffed, shaking his head. "You know where it was shipped from, though. A place like Bone Village has rarely any permanent residents. Give us the package you got it in."<br><br>Corneo would obey, rushing to his closet to drag out the large box that still had a postmark on it. Sephiroth looked down to it and narrowed his eyes, grabbing up the box beneath his arm. "Well what do you know? You turned out to be useful for once, Corneo." Sephiroth sneered, banging the hilt of his blade against the man's head to knock him out cold.<br><br>"Hurry. Let's get out of here. We've got all the information we need right now." Sephiroth suggested, offering a large hand to the dainty little princess that stood close by.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 16:53:47</strong>
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				Cloud watches in no little delight as the foul man squirms under Sephiroth's insistence and begins to bleed information, as vague as it may be.<br><br><br>Bone village? Hair like Cloud's? This is all new. Apparently a LOT more changed than he thought. He keeps close to Sephriroth, those hard sapphire hues boring into the Don as the General grills information out of him. However, as the box is brought out, Cloud collects it swiftly, moving over to the cabinet and he begins to collect those vials as fast and nimble as possible. Like HELL He'd leave this horrid stuff.<br><br><br>Heck, he could feel the tickle at the back of his mind he knew all too well from a lifetime of hunting Jenova infected things. The cells were certainly in there. Bringing the box back to Sephiroth, he hesitates, looking to the hand held so gallantly out to him like some fairy tale knight offering to rescue the captive princess.<br><br><br>Reaching out the gloved hand, Cloud meekly accepts it, drawing close to the man… a fine shiver slithering through the smaller form can be easily felt. "Gaia, Sephiroth, thank you for coming when you did." Cloud whispers once they are a safe distance away and he huddles close. He could STILL feel the pudgy grubby hands on him.<br><br><br>Slipping his arm around the SOLDIER's waist, he rests his head against the strong chest, the enticing perfume a delightful alternate to the horrid grimy aroma of the slums. However, he cannot help but smile wryly. "I think that mission went well. I don't think he suspected I was a male even after you came in. I think the Turks will be happy with this." He looks down to the box in Sephiroth's other arm as he snuggles closer, placing a white gloved hand against his rescuer's chest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 19:51:54</strong>
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				The general was quite thankful that he had gotten there in time as well, for if he hadn't... he could only imagine what horrors could have awaited Cloud. If the man had found out that Cloud was a boy, he would have been furious and would have probably killed him if given the chance. He drew Cloud up closer to his side, as close as he could possibly hold him since he was glad that his young cadet was safe and sound.<br><br>He would take up Cloud's gloved hand to kiss it tenderly. "I told you that you looked spectacular." He grinned, using his PHS to call up Tseng. "Tseng? I've got the shipment. Come and get it." He spoke, shutting off his PHS and slipping it into his pocket. Apparently Tseng wasn't too far away, as when they turned the corner to head into the main part of Rocket Town, the man was standing directly across from them, waiting near the bar. Sephiroth moved up and shifted the box into his arms, giving a light nod. "I'll brief you on what's going on when I get back."<br><br>Tseng would nod in understanding, take a surprising glance to Cloud, and then retreat. As for Sephiroth, the general would give a comforting squeeze to his young princess, holding him up close while that hand rested against his broad chest. "I do believe we have a date to fulfill, hm?" He teased, winking down to the precious little male.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 20:48:55</strong>
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				The difficult part, for Cloud… was not the fear of what the Don could do to him if he found out, but restraining the urge to throttle the tubby bastard. He wanted, so VERY badly, to paint the room red with the man. However, he simply sighs. But, they got their sample, and their information. The vivid sapphire hues raise up to Sephiroth in alarm as he hears him call the head of the Turks for the delivery. "Wh…what?! I can't… he can't..."<br><br><br>No no! He couldn't be seen like this!!! Not at all by a Turk… ESPECIALLY the head of them. However his desperate attempt to squirm free and escape before being seen is thwarted and the lovely face bears a priceless look of shock, alarm, and sheer shame as they round the corner to encounter the blue suit clad hitman.<br><br><br>The lovely princess bows his golden head, cheeks flaming and it takes every ounce of willpower to keep from burying his face into the General's chest. He could feel the surprised eyes of the somber man and he stares emphatically at his lovely shoes.<br><br><br>"Oh Gaia…" He murmurs in embarrassment after Tseng leaves, however, he blinks in startlement, hesitantly, he raises his eyes to look up to Sephiroth at the reminder of the date he's promised. Biting the plush lower painted lip adorably, Cloud pauses and eases a bit. "We do…" However, he slaps his commanding officer in the chest, though, hardly with an angry force. "He wasn't supposed to see me like this! The Turks feed the gossip Pool, in ShinRa, you know that!!!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 21:10:51</strong>
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				Sephiroth would observe Tseng moving away from them, though his thoughts were interrupted as he felt that gloved hand slapping against his chest. "Hm?" He looked down with a lifted brow. "Tseng's a reliable man, Cloud. He doesn't dabble with gossip and the like. Now if it had been Reno or someone like that, you might have been in a bit of trouble." Tseng was a man that was all business and didn't enjoy much luxury or pleasure. "You'll be just fine." He chuckled, leading Cloud toward a small restaurant that was tucked away into the corners of Wall Market. It was the fanciest that they could deal with right now, as they weren't given such luxuries very often. Being able to go out into town and do whatever they wanted was a luxury only reserved for the general and other high-ranking officers.<br><br>He would lead Cloud inside and even go so far as to pull out his chair for him, scooting it under the table once the blond princess was settled upon it. "Forgive me if that was a bit hard to deal with." He teased. "I know you must have wanted to wring his neck just as badly as I did." Sephiroth assumed, crossing his arms over his broad chest.<br><br>"I'll make it up to you, Promise."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 21:51:28</strong>
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				Cloud follows Sephiroth within, pointedly ignoring the appreciative stares of some of the other patrons… a few even sending some envious glances to the General.<br><br><br>The blond sighs softly, smiling finally as his date treats him with chivalric politeness… even tending to his chair like a perfect gentleman.<br><br><br>It was… kind of nice being treated such a way.<br><br><br>"I did." Cloud admits as he picks up the menu. "Killing him's easy. Wringing information out of a corpse…" He absently touches a white gloved finger to his cheek in a thoughtful look. "…that's hard."<br><br><br>He shifts slightly where he sits, hypersensitive with all the sensation he wasn't used to. "I think that wax job's driving me out of my mind." Cloud mutters, unable to help but squirm slightly. The silk tickled his bare legs… the cool air… and, OH… how he was tucked into that sinful lingerie. Unintentionally, a faint sound escapes his throat.<br><br><br>And he blushes adorably. "Ah…ah…" He pauses, then glances down to Menu once again and decides to focus on ordering something. "Make it up to me?" The blond blinks, glancing up with innocently questioning eyes."How?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 22:54:13</strong>
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				The general would glance up slightly at the other's admittance, unable to help but laugh. "I'm sure that it does definitely feel weird. I'd assume that the women's clothing would feel a bit worse, but all you've been complaining about is that wax job." He teased. "Might the little cadet enjoy dressing like that?" He was only teasing the young man of course, though it was still fun to get a reaction from him of any sort.<br><br>When the waitress came over, she took their drink orders and their food orders as well, eyes lingering a bit too long on Sephiroth. The general was a well-known man all over, so it was hard for everyone to accept that he had simply come into a place like Wall Market to eat.<br><br>"And of course. You took this job on willingly and whatnot, though it had to be quite difficult to have to sit by and endure that lecherous fool's advances and words. I admire your sense of control." He chuckled, giving a playful kiss to the back of Cloud's hand. Even if he was well aware that the cadet was male, he still treated him as if he were a true, Nibelheim princess. "I'll think of something."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 23:08:57</strong>
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				Adorably, the young SOLDIER blushes hotly at the teasing implication, and he attempts to give a sleight kick under the table, but all it manages in a light grazing rub. "The Little Cadet just knows how to exploit the man's weakness. Why, do you have one for… this?" Cloud inquires with a sleight gesture of the white gloved hand to his beautiful disguise. However, he pauses in his banter as the serving woman approaches, and he drops his gaze to the table. He hesitates, however, politely placing an order… with a very stiff drink. <br><br><br>Once said drink arrives, the young Nieble cadet draws a drink, then blinks, shifting slightly in his seat.<br><br><br>Ah… right. He hadn't been drinking with Turks over the past five or so years.<br><br><br>He was a cadet, and QUITE an underaged one at that. However, he sips the beverage slowly, trying to not plaster himself to the floor. He relaxes quite a bit… glancing up over the rim of the glass and smirking slightly as the serving woman eyes Sephiroth again in passing, however, he glances down, his expression softening as Sephiroth takes his hand to kiss it.<br><br><br>Gently, Cloud wraps his fingers around the General's holding it. "Tell me." He speaks softly. "Tell me what you are thinking, Sephiroth. I'm not fragile, and I may be more understanding than you think. But we're dancing around something, and I want to better understand it."<br><br><br>He pauses, then leans in, whispering softly. "I saw the look you had when I was threatening the Don. I think you enjoyed it." He absently draws another sip of the beverage, enjoying the warmth spreading through him as he remains clasping Sephiroth's hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 23:29:47</strong>
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				"Mmhm." Sephiroth would laugh happily, clearly amused by the boy's excuse when it came to being just fine with wearing that sort of clothing. "Well I'm confident enough to admit that you definitely do captivate me." Regardless of whether or not the boy was in a dress, he had a rather strong effect upon the general's psyche. He took a glance to the waitress and took his drink when it was offered to him, slowly taking a long gulp of it. <br><br>"Mmm?" He tilted his head, holding onto the smaller hand that was tucked away within his larger one. "Well I do admit. Seeing you threatening him was definitely... I suppose... heartwarming. You're turning into quite the interrogator." He laughed, giving those delicate fingers a squeeze.<br><br>"Is a man not allowed to appreciate beauty when he sees it?" He asked, flashing a warm smirk in the Nibel princess' direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 23:55:06</strong>
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				Well now, what was Cloud to say? He learned his interrogation techniques from a flower girl and a barmaid? Still, the captivation comment does bring a sweet blush of the blond. He drops his gaze to their joined hands.<br><br><br>Gaia, he never knew his hand was so tiny until now, compared to the One Winged Angel's own mitt.<br><br><br>But oddly, it fit. Maybe that was that maddening obsession they had with each other the previous time. They needed each other, and didn't realize it, then. Well, Cloud didn't Realize it. Sephiroth probably had it completely skewed in his mind, among everything else that was scrambled there.<br><br><br>"You think… I'm beautiful?" Cloud inquires, raising his eyes to meet Sephiroth's slowly as the man managed to dumbfound him again. However, he leans back suddenly as the serving woman returns briskly to deliver their food, and Cloud is treated to a bit of an irritated look before she plunks his plate down turns away to more politely place Sephiroth's in front of him. Picking up his fork to begin digging into his food, Cloud cannot help but smile. "I don't think your fan base approves of me."<br><br><br>He continues to eat in a peaceful silence, finishing his drink and working on a second. The blond relaxes a great deal, smiling warmly. "I'm enjoying this Date, Sephiroth." Cloud states finally. "My other two didn't turn out so well." Getting chased through the church and across town by ShinRa troops for Aeris, an awkward hour in a busted gondola with Barrett. Honestly, he had no luck at all. <br><br><br>However, Cloud raises pale brows as he observes how their waitress presses herself close to Sephiroth as she refills his drink. <br><br><br>Right. Time to be a little assertive. After all, Sephiroth DID seem to appreciate it earlier.<br><br><br>Finishing his liquid courage in one last gulp, he sets it down, then rises with a soft whisper of silk as he snakes out a white gloved hand to capture the General by the collar of his shirt and haul him in commandingly, pressing his lips to the Generals in a soul searing kiss that certainly was QUITE the focal point in the room. However, little did he know, his Angel tasted divine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 00:05:58</strong>
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				Sephiroth was quite comfortable just sitting there and holding onto the other's hand so gingerly. After all, he was a man who would not beat around the bush and attempt to hide his true feelings when they came around. If he was pissed off, everyone would surely know he was pissed off. Cloud was the only person that had ever been able to see this side of the man, though. This gentleman was so much different from the power-hungry psychopath from the future. Cloud's attempts at helping Sephiroth were becoming quite successful by the looks of it, as he had no quality or characteristic of insanity. Not yet, at least.<br><br>"Of course. You could fool even the most astute of men into believing that you're a woman." He spoke in a matter-of-fact manner. He took a glance up to the waitress as she put their food before them, clearly annoyed with Cloud's presence. He could only chuckle as he sat there, beginning to eat his meal. "Mmm... as am I, Cloud. I wouldn't imagine that I'd have fun on a date. Ever." To be honest, this was the first real date that he'd ever been on. He wouldn't let Cloud know that of course, but it was a new experience for him.<br><br>He was just about to get another drink from his refilled glass before the gloved hand would curl about the collar of his dress shirt. With surprising power, Cloud pulled the intimidating general in for a passionate kiss, one that Sephiroth was astounded at. Regardless, his hand settled upon the small of the blond's back to hold him close as he responded to that wonderful kiss with one of his own. <br><br>"Mmmh... what was that for?" he inquired after they had broken their lips apart, his emerald eyes locked in heated mixture with Cloud's cerulean ones.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 00:57:27</strong>
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				Vaguely, the still wary part of Cloud's mind anticipated a violent shove away, but instead, there was that warm hand on his back, pulling him closer as the kiss is greeted with matching fervor. The subtle detail of a few people snapping a priceless picture of the sight on their PHS is lost on Cloud or the horrified thwarted waitress staring as his entire world focuses in on the taste, the feel, the scent of the man before him.<br><br><br>As they part, he pants softly, sapphire eyes blazing brightly as he stares back, soft painted lips swollen and moist and oh so inviting as he meets that heated gaze. "Because I wanted to." He speaks… then whispers in a husky tone. "Very very badly."<br><br><br>And then dinner felt like a distant dream. All he wanted was another of those kisses… more. However, a sleight cough at one of the tables and the clink of a waterglass remind him of where he is. "Check please." He calls out, yet, his gaze does not stray from his date's.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 01:09:20</strong>
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				A handsome smirk had filled the general's face as he sat there, staring intently at Cloud and not intending to move his eyes away. No chance in hell. He took a glance to the waitress who brought the check over, which he paid for rather quickly. Those emerald eyes were shining brightly as he lead Cloud out of the restaurant, one strong arm secured around his waist as tightly as possible. The trek back to the training facility would take a while, but he didn't mind that whatsoever. Walking at night with Cloud was a welcome blessing for him. The famously cold-hearted general had opened himself up more to Cloud than he had ever done to anyone before.<br><br>"Well I'm glad you did that." He commented finally, looking down to the little blond that was pressed up against his side. "It was... spectacular." He teased, brushing aside a strand of hair that hung over Cloud's face. It was getting late, to the point where no one would notice them coming into the headquarters and heading toward the dormitories.<br><br>"Shall we part here, princess?" he asked playfully as he stopped before the elevator, holding onto Cloud's hand. He kissed the back of it and brushed aside Cloud's hair, looking down intensely to him. "You're welcome to come with me if you like."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 01:33:39</strong>
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				There was no doubt the Silver Elite was going to be sending out juicy speculative memos on this one. That wasn't anywhere near Cloud's thoughts as they leave the restaurant. The small delightful form huddles close to the sturdy warm body of the general, delighting in the feel of the possessive arm wrapped about his waist. The young SOLDIER's heart was racing swiftly, and he felt hypersensitive to every brush of motion or breeze, and a soft delighted moan escapes Cloud as he rests his head against the strong shoulder, his hand resting over his date's chest as they walk back. Whether it was a long or short distance… was beyond him.<br><br><br>It was simply a delightful trip. Raising his head, he gazes to the silver maned man he was leaning again, he cannot help but smile softly. "Spectacular? I might have tarnished your reputation."<br><br><br>However, soon, though… he is standing in the lift with a sinking regret. He'd had…. fun. Yes, a lot of fun.<br><br><br>He didn't want to leave Sephiroth… no… not yet. And he pauses at the diplomatic sounding invitation, he blinks, looking up hopefully.<br><br><br>And then smiles, that soft warm smile that lit up those youthful features.<br><br><br>"I think it would be best if I came with you. I don't think I want Zack to catch me like this."<br><br><br>And so, he follows Sephiroth back to his apartment. Once within, however, he turns, reaching up to tug on Sephiroth collar to pull him into another hungry worshipping kiss, breathing a soft sound of delight. Yes… he's wanted that since the first kiss. Easing his grip, he rises on his toes, pressing his body close the hard battle toned one of the general to try to bridge a little of the height gap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 01:41:57</strong>
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				The general could only chuckle as he stood there, staring downward to him. "My reputation? I've had it tarnished many times before and yet it always comes back to the same end. People need someone to look up to and even if I make a mistake in the eyes of the people, they're quick to forgive." Sephiroth didn't mind what people thought of him anyway. He did his job and he did it well. If the people of Midgar admired him for that, then that was wonderful. But if not, he had no qualms about it either. <br><br>"I suppose you're right. Fair doesn't really seem like the kind of person to let you live something like this down." Sephiroth, on the other hand, enjoyed the sight of the Nibel princess quite nicely. <br><br>When they returned to the apartment, Sephiroth was about to speak before he was dragged into one more hungry, delicious kiss from the blond cadet. His hands came to rest upon the boy's hips, squeezing them tightly while they carried on like that for a few good minutes. "Mmm..." Soon enough, even a man like Sephiroth had to break free for air, though. He would brush aside his own hair and smirk down to him, forehead resting against Cloud's own.<br><br>Without a word, the general moved away from him and toward the closet to retrieve a towel and a washcloth. He spoke nothing to Cloud as he moved about the room, soon heading for the bathroom. He was eager to slip into a hot bath and soak away his stress of the day, and it seemed like he'd be doing it alone until he took a glance over his shoulder at the boy.<br><br>"Going to join me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 02:30:28</strong>
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				A low moan of pleasure escapes the young blond as those strong hands close over his hips, pulling him closer for the kiss. He whimpers against Sephiroth's mouth as those squeezing hands pulls SINFULLY tight on the lingerie already trapping him in their sensual hold. <br><br><br>Gaia… it felt so good….and painful, tucked as he is. <br><br><br>He clung desperately, quavering and hungrily returning the kiss, panting a bit dizzy as Sephiroth parts from him for air. Oh Gaia, it felt good…. he wanted more…he wanted to…<br><br><br>Cloud blinks vivid sapphire eyes in a priceless look of confused shock as his date suddenly walks past him to the closet. To return with… a towel? He sways slightly on his heels. Was he planning something… messy?<br><br><br>However, as the General is about to march past him to the bathroom, he snakes out a hand to latch onto the taller man's arm to stay him. "What?"<br><br><br>Here Cloud was, admitting that he WANTED the older SOLDIER, driven crazy by so many things and growing painfully aroused by the moment.<br><br><br>And all Sephiroth could think of is a SHOWER? Oh, now, that's NOT going to do. If he was going through the trouble of this entire attire, and Sephiroth seems to enjoy it so much, Cloud is not going to play second fiddle to a bathroom. Reaching out to the towel, he plucks the item from the general's hands and tosses it to the floor before turning and pushing him to backmarch towards the bed with all the dangerous allure and command when Cloud threatened the Don. <br><br><br>"YOU aren't going anywhere, Sephiroth…" He states, finally shoving with surprising demanding force to sit the taller man on the bed where he will sink to sit straddling over his legs. "…until you help me out of this ridiculous outfit. Don't think you can kiss me like that and prance off to clean up." Silk and bare flesh of creamy smooth thighs settle over the General's lap as Cloud leans in close. "I didn't come with you here to grab a shower, Sephiroth."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 02:42:30</strong>
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				For Sephiroth, he was a man who would tease until the ends of the earth before finally settling and getting on what he desired. At this time, it was the lovely Cloud Strife who had so captivated him that night and seemed so utterly beautiful. What he didn't expect was the sheer ferocity of Cloud's movements, grasping onto his front and shoving him upon his own bed.<br><br>"And neither did I, Cloud." He explained in response to his intention of bringing Cloud up here. "I am a man who does not... how do you say... act like a wild animal when it comes to taking what I desire." He explained, gently slipping his finger underneath the strap of the boy's dress. He would draw it down over his shoulder so he could kiss his collarbone, and then move up to his shoulder to kiss tenderly. "I suppose I am old-fashioned. A gentleman to the very end." He teased, tilting Cloud's head up.<br><br>"I figured you'd enjoy soaking in a bath with me to relax. And whatever goes from there... I suppose we'll leave it up to fate." He slid the other strap down, gently curling his hands around Cloud's smaller arms once the straps were down. He kissed both of his shoulders and nuzzled slowly at his chest, pressing a kiss over the exposed, creamy flesh of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 03:04:14</strong>
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				As the straps are tugged down, Cloud groans softly, delighting in the feel of those kisses teasing over the skin of his shoulders. He arches, wriggles slightly, acutely aware of that fiendish zipper barely out of his reach. It requires creativity and a wire hanger for him to get the dress on in the first place. Tugging off those dainty white gloves and discarding them to be neglected on the floor, he reaches up those nimble hands to trail through the silvery locks, kneading at the back of Sephiroth's neck with strong nimble fingers.<br><br><br>"Yes… you are a gentlman." Cloud murmurs against the delicately tanned ear before biting it lightly. "But you are also a warrior. You fight for your spoils." He gives a light bite. "I think I prefer this." Cloud states as he wriggles his feet, those shoes falling with a clatter to the floor. Strong muscled bare thighs cling to his lover's hips, gasping as the sensitive flesh of his smooth chest is nuzzled. "Oh Gaia…" Cloud gasps softly, arching with a sinful tremble. The bra straps that were pushed down with his dress straps slide down to tangle at his shoulders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 03:20:37</strong>
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				"Mmmh..." He kissed softly over his shoulders and his neck, his teeth would nip and bite playfully at his flesh, leaving love marks in his wake. His fingers ran up his lower back and to the zipper of his dress to slide it down achingly slowly, fingers easily popping open the clasp of the bra that Cloud had been wearing. Down went the dress until it was just barely beneath his chest, as to where Sephiroth would bend to envelop a pink nipple within his mouth. "A warrior, hm?" Cloud wanted to be his spoils and for him to take. Emerald eyes closed all the way as he lashed that nub with his rough tongue, attacking it mercilessly.<br><br>With a chuckle, Sephiroth slid his lips back and attacked the opposite nipple while he moved his hands beneath his dress. He slid it upward slowly, further up those smooth, bare legs. Hands would not ignore them either, for they hungrily felt up the womanly legs. He would tug the dress's bottom up higher until it revealed the boy's undergarments, which Sephiroth eyed hungrily.<br><br>"Gaia..." He breathed out, clearly dazed at the sight of Cloud's near-bare frame.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 03:56:24</strong>
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				Soft mewled sounds escapes Cloud as Sephiroth nips and suckles on the skin of his throat and shoulders. He cannot help but squirm helplessly as that zipper is pulled painfully slowly and the constricting white undergarmet undone, baring his slim chest to the cool air. "Ahn… oh, Sephiroth!" He cries out, gasping as that sensitive pink bud of flesh is drawn into Sephiroth's mouth. Struggling to free his arms, the young SOLDIER wraps them desperately around his lover's shoulders as he arches when those teased buds of flesh are tormented into tightening and turning a delightful blushed hue. He rakes delicately manicured nails along the the general's back through the thin fabric of his shirt. "Ahn…oh…yes!" Though… if he was responding to Sephiroth's inquiry of being a warrior or he was swept away by the moment, that was up for grabs.<br><br><br>He does quaver delightfully, those tightly gripping thighs jerking and quavering with each lash of his lover's tongue over the tender bud of flesh.<br><br><br>As those hands wander up along the smooth thighs, Cloud moans sweetly, closing his eyes and bucking ever slightly. The lingering thought of how the Don's grimy mitts stirred him because of his sensitivity was completely washed away as those warm sword calloused larger hands of his lover explore over the hypersensitive flesh. And as the silk is pushed up baring the pale flesh and the lacy white sexy lingerie barely covering his painfully tucked away goods looks sinfully tight, hinting to his restrained arousal.<br><br><br>With the kiss of cool air on those heated parts, and the whispered breathed word, cerulean eyes blink open to stare to Sephiroth locked with a thunderstruck&nbsp; look at the sight of his barely clad body. Drinking in this sight. It was worth it. All of it. The Dress, the painful heels, the humiliation, the Don.. hell even the blasted wax job.<br><br><br>Struggling slightly with the dress, he shrugs out of it to allow it to fall with a rustle to the floor. Tossing aside the tiara, Cloud now remains sinfully bare save for the white sensual undergarment. Absently trailing his fingers down the vivid pink scar of his recent wound given by his lover, Cloud then drops his hands upon Sephiroth's. "When I told you they waxed everywhere…" He flushes slightly, squirming slightly. "They waxed EVERYWHERE."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 04:08:10</strong>
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				The reactions he received from Cloud were absolutely divine, and the noises he made were even better. Yet just being able to sit there and stare at the lovely vision that Cloud portrayed... it was a gift and a blessing for a man like him. His hand ran along the bare flesh of his chest, going down to his navel and passing it up to move along his thigh. He would squeeze his smooth leg and caress it slowly while his lips made work of Cloud's neck and shoulder. "Mmnh..." The boy's words sent a rough shudder throughout his body, for now he knew what to expect when his fingers would curl into the band of the sinful lingerie.<br><br>He gave Cloud a brief kiss before he slowly drew it down along his thighs, going all the way to his ankles before taking them off. He would hold the now-naked cadet in his lap, one arm secure around his lower back while the other was sliding along his leg affectionately. <br><br>"Does it feel nice, now?" He asked playfully, flashing him a teasing smirk while his hand ran along his bottom as well, giving a soft squeeze to one pliable, plump cheek. "To sit like this in your general's lap?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 05:14:31</strong>
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				As those rough yet warm and gentle hands roam over him, Cloud moans sweetly, feeling sweet fire trail along after the touch. As warm sinful lips lay claim to his throat, those sapphire eyes half close as he tilts his head obediently to grant easier access as his own hands tug at Sephiroth's shirt free from his pants, hungrily desperate to touch the sacred skin over the taut corded muscles.<br><br><br>With the tug on that dainty garment holding him trapped, Cloud shifts slightly from his straddled position to help his lover to slip the dainty things off of his legs. And oh, how Cloud moan in relief and pleasure as his aroused length is bared to the cool air. He certainly wasn't exaggerating… every bit of that lovely pale flesh was smooth, devoid of hair, even those fleshy orbs now draped over his lover's thighs as Cloud is settles to straddle once more. Reaching down, he grunts as he fights to try to unbutton his commanding officer's shirt with slightly trembling hands.<br><br><br>"Nice…" Cloud purrs. "….very nice….." Finally getting frustrated he gives the shirt a sudden vicious jerk and the buttons go flying and skittering in chaotic directions like a fragment grenade. Assaulting his lover's chest with worshipping kisses and suckles, those curious slender hands trail over the battle honed form. "How does it feel…" He inquires as he nips at the pulse in his lover's throat. "…to have a fresh SOLDIER sitting on your lap?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 05:31:48</strong>
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				"Mmm... I didn't think you could become any more adorable than you already were." He cooed affectionately, eyes roaming down along his slender figure that was so smooth to the touch. He let his eyes go down to his aching arousal that was devoid of hair as well, only making the blond princess even cuter. His hand would squeeze at his bare bottom slowly, giving the plush flesh a gentle pinch to elicit a noise from the cadet. He would let out an amused chuckle and observe as the fingers fumbled blindly to unbutton his shirt, soon becoming impatient. He felt the cool air rush up against his battle-hardened torso as his shirt was torn open and his chest was lavished with kisses.<br><br>"Astounding." He assured, laying his young cadet down so his hands could roam over that smooth flesh. "You look so beautiful like this. I'd say you should keep this up." He spoke his opinion, for Cloud somehow fit into this persona just perfectly. <br><br>"Touch yourself." He ordered simply, giving the blond a tender kiss as he let his eyes continue to roam over that sinfully sweet figure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 05:56:57</strong>
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				With that pinch, Cloud squeaks pricelessly like a chocobo chick as his hips give a sudden sinful buck on Sephiroth's lap. He flushes hotly in embarrassment though any witty remark is lost as he's guided to lay back upon the soft bedding, the golden mane pooling under him. Soft lips parted sinfully, he stares up with lust bright sapphire eyes as he stares up to the older man crouched over him. It was an unusual complement he was given… and one he didn't entirely understand. <br><br><br>However, all concern is smoothed away as those sinful hands explore over his body. It was so… sincere, alive. He'd never felt like and it was a bit unsettling. But more, it was something he delighted in and he wanted to revel in this warm closesness to the very human Sephiroth. Meeting his lips in that gentle kiss, Cloud more than willingly agrees to that order.<br><br><br>Slowly, he reaches up to caress his fingers over the ticklish suckle marks adorning his flesh before trailing them down lower to his suckle swollen nipples. Letting his eyes half close in languid pleasure, he is presenting quite the show for his lover as he draws a sinful gasp, arching slightly before he trails one of his hands down southward. As pale fingers caress over the pink scar he moans sweetly. "Ahn, Sephiroth…" Well, nice to know the wound's reminder left such an impression. And then he trails that hand lower slowly down the toned muscles of his belly to creep closer to his groin.<br><br><br>As his fingers tease over his sensitive sex, he pinches his other fingers over his rosy bud of flesh and a soft illicit cry escapes from the lovely blond.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 07:23:26</strong>
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				The general would slowly peel away his dress shirt that was hanging open, practically ruined since the buttons had been torn off. He was shirtless as he leaned over Cloud, strong frame looming over that slim, naked one. "That's it..." He spoke in a husky voice, eyes going along that svelte frame while the hand teased over it. His own hand came to rub along his smooth leg slowly, bringing it up so he could kiss along the outside of his thigh. "Keep going... don't hold back, Strife." He mumbled against his smooth thigh, even going further to kiss the backside of it. His other hand was brushing the opposite thigh to the side, forcing Cloud to spread his legs open in a rather wanton manner.<br><br>"You like showing off for your general, princess?" He cooed, giving a tender kiss to his cheek while Cloud was playing with himself. So deliciously sweet and sinful!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 13:23:20</strong>
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				Like a beautiful bounty of innocent lust, Cloud provides such a sinful display for his lover with his head thrown back with a luscious look of barely restrained pleasure. "Ahn… oh… oh Sephiroth…" He gasps as his legs are coaxed wide to provide an unrestricted view and access to parts he'd never willingly let anyone near before. Wickedly pliant and delightfully flexible, Cloud can only moan sweetly as his leg is pulled up for Sephiroth to tease sinful kisses on the smooth pleasant scented flesh.<br><br><br>With that encouragement Cloud flushes softly, however, he obeys and his other hand trails down to cup and knead the soft illicitly smooth sacs dangling between his wide parted thighs, his other hand stroking that carnal flesh. At first hesitant he moves slow and awkward… uncertain and inexperienced, however as instinct and sensation override, he breathes sounds none too quietly like a sweet little prostitute. Trembling and bucking slightly in that spread position, the taut muscles dance delightfully under his lover's lips as he works those smaller hands over his aching arousal… panting heavily with desperation and need.<br><br><br>With the kiss to his cheek, he mewls sweetly, opening those brightly burning cobalt hues to meet the amused aroused eyes of his lover. Blushing sweetly, Cloud however replies with a loud moan accented by delightful cries of passion.<br><br><br>"Uhn…ah! Y…yes… oh….yes…. Sephiroth…." And, oddly enough… he did. Had anyone called him a princess, he'd have likely knocked them out or ignored them with a frigid glare. But for the General… he honestly thrilled in playing his princess… his damsel to rescue and adore. It gave his lover an anchor, something to appreciate and care for… to claim as his very own. Something he will certainly need in the future.<br><br><br>Cloud gives a sudden brutal hard jerk his enhanced strength clumsily bleeding through as he gave a dangerously tight squeeze and tug on his hot flushed length, pulling his sacs taut with a violent squeeze. He cries out loudly, arching as his spread legs spasm and quaver, toes curling. Not in unspeakable pain… no… oddly, it felt SO very good. Panting softly, the prelude slickness weeping from his length, Cloud moans illicitly as reaches his head for a hungry kiss from his lover. "Oh Gaia… Sephiroth… you…I…. yes… I want to do it… for you…" Well, yes, he was a little incoherent and words were skittering over his mind like those blasted buttons on the ruined shirt. "I want to…please you…"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 19:11:54</strong>
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				Cloud was a completely different person now. This beautiful, wanton little thing on his bed was so much different from anything he had ever seen before in the young man. This utterly delicious display was screaming at Sephiroth's instincts for him to breed this blond little princess, but he was keeping a firm hold on his control. For now, at least.<br><br>"Shh..." Sephiroth knew that it had to feel good to do this, especially with both of Sephiroth's large hands holding the boy's thighs as wide open as they could possibly go. One large hand smoothed appreciatively over the backside of his thigh before he would pat it and gently coax Cloud to turn over. In this position, that lovely, smooth rear was pointing upward and Sephiroth could properly show it the attention that it so rightly deserved.<br><br>Large hands rested on those cheeks and massaged them slowly, being rather lecherous in his own right as he laid such worship on those beautiful mounds. He would soon pull a hand back, giving one cheek a sharp spank to watch the flesh bounce before his emerald eyes. "Are you sure you're even capable of pleasing me, little one?" He teased, throwing a few challenging words out to his young companion who would surely not take that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 21:57:35</strong>
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				Following his lover's guidance, Cloud turns over with a soft rustle to settle himself on his hands and knees, arched beautifully with the pale smooth hind end simply begging to be marked… or claimed. As those large battle calloused hands knead the twin muscles he moans softly, closing his eyes with a sinful pleasure and bliss, that tight pink ring of muscle twitching with the massaging toying with him. <br><br><br>A loud almost birdlike yelp escapes the blond as he jerks and arches sinfully as the blissful sensations are suddenly interrupted by a sharp resounding swinging swat that leaves a wicked handmark the vibrant hue of crushed berries. Squirming at the throbbing stinging, Cloud blushes hotly, ignoring how his neglected length weeps illicitly in response, he raises aroused but sharp cerulean eyes to his lover. Bearing a soft pout of a frown on those lovely lips, the proud young SOLDIER remarks evenly. "I'm certain that I'm more than enough to please you."<br><br><br>How… he wasn't honestly certain, but he was damn well going to rise to the challenge. And to prove it, he shifts slightly, offering his hind end in tantalizing display. "I sincerely doubt you can break me, General." He taunts back to his lover, deciding to nip at his professional pride.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 01:50:27</strong>
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				It seemed that Cloud was just as eager to challenge Sephiroth by sticking that lovely rear up to him. "Is that so? You'd better watch your tone or you're going to sincerely regret it." He assured, hand smoothing over the plush flesh of his backside. He would give one cheek a squeeze and another sharp slap, the opposite hand going in between to gently massage at his tender entrance. Sephiroth leaned himself over Cloud's body, lips pressing rather hungrily and possessively against his neck and his jaw.<br><br>"Moan for me, my little cadet." He murmured into his ear, taking a sharp bite of it while he manipulated his tender entrance with the rough, battle-worn fingers.<br><br>[Sorry for short post, dear. I feel like hell and I'm going to be gone for the majority of the night, most likely. x.x; ]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 02:26:31</strong>
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				With that sharp sting to his hind end again, Cloud jerks amusingly as he yelps... practically squeaks. His tight entrance quivers...twitching at the foreign touch gracing it that was trying to relax the muscles from the instinctive urge to tighten. As that larger warm hard body settles over his back, a low sound of sensual pleasure escapes Cloud as he shivers deliciously.<br><br><br>However, at that nip is graced to his ear, he moans sweetly as commanded, sapphire eyes halflidding as he veritably melts under his general's dominance, his delicate rosebud relaxing a little.<br><br><br>He breathes a soft sound of surprise as large rough dry fingers begin to toy with his entrance, pressing to invade that virgin domain. "AAHN!! Se...Sephiroth...." He bucks slightly, unable to help but squirm compulsively. "....you...I...it...." As the dry invading digit worms in deeper he winces and shivers at the hair raising sensation. "Gaia... I've... never done this... before..." He admits with a certain amount of embarrassment and wariness.<br><br><br>He honestly didn't know anything... well, outside of common street talk and the borderline vulgar tongue on Captain Highwind. He didn't know much... but there was enough lube cracks in their time adventuring that without it this could be...<br><br><br>brutal. <br><br><br>However, if that was what Sephiroth wanted... he sure as hell wasn't going to be whimpering or crying about it. Drawing a deep breath, the young SOLDIER forces himself to relax, focusing on the feel of all the wonderful sensations surrounding him. "I can take anything." He whispers softly, pressing himself towards those exploring fingers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 09:06:46</strong>
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				The general, while a normally gentle man with people he liked being around, could definitely have a wilder and darker side to him. It was coming out as he sat there beside the frame of Cloud, hand caressing and abusing that lovely backside of his. This was an entirely different Sephiroth from before, the one in the future that had been completely taken over by his obsession with Jenova. <br><br>"Mmm... my lovely little soldier..." He kissed a trail up his spine and back down as well, placing a kiss on both of those round cheeks. "And don't worry. You have no one around to impress. I know you're inexperienced." He assured, forcing his legs wider apart so his hand could come down beneath to stroke at his aching length.<br><br>His fingers would begin to slowly enter Cloud, only intent on bringing him a bit of pleasure for now. he didn't want to rush him, after all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 14:03:02</strong>
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				Frightening and thrilling, this unexpected change in his lover was and Cloud gasps, arching with the odd cocktail of tender caresses and brutal swats, comfort and pain mingling into a heady concoction of illicit pleasure. And, oh… how sweet and soft voiced Cloud might be normally, he was EVER so vocal when captured in the throes of lust. There's no doubt the soundproofing of his suite was going to be tested to their limits.<br><br><br>Trembling pale fingers tangle into the bedding beneath him as his mind goes entirely to the sinful torment of his hind end, even pain now feeling like the sweetest caress and his aching sex bobbing and alert under him weeps piteously. Tender lips teasing tantalizing kisses along his spine spur the youth to arch with a beautiful posture like a show dog, head thrown back and faintly painted lips parted sensually.<br><br><br>Blinking, he turns his head to look over his shoulder with those vibrantly glowing sky blue eyes to the General, halflidded and blazing with a purely illegal erotic fire. His lover's voice, not so much the words, brought him sooth and he breathes a low mewling sound as those pale lean muscled thighs are parted, rendering his length to humiliatingly be displayed&nbsp; fully and kissed by nothing but cool air, and the soft lewdly smooth sac nestled with hidden treasures to swing pendulously between his parted thighs freely with each motion. <br><br><br>And then that warm sword roughed hand closes about his neglected length and a low crooning moan escapes the blond as he trembles, nearly melting as it grips him, stroking sinful sensation into the blond. This time, he barely felt the intrusiveness of the finger delving into him… simply a stretching and tight friction within, but with the minglings of pain and pleasure already twisting his body, he simply greets it almost hungrily, pressing his hips back in wanton eagerness as those tight quivering hot muscles within massages and squeeze Sephiroth's finger with a fiendish carnal invitation even as goosebumps march over his hairless flesh.<br><br><br>The virgin cadet was likely going to be the tightest thing Sephirtoh had ever sunk himself into. But there's no doubt that even if he rips into him until he bleeds, Cloud was going to be loving every second of it. Part of the benefits of SOLDIER enhancements was a completely different tolerance to pain. That, and Sephiroth had a magic way of turning a possible torture into something sweet that Cloud would crave.<br><br><br>Come to think of it…that was nothing new, to Cloud… he just never realized or understood it before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 17:24:09</strong>
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				Sephiroth was using Cloud's body just as thoroughly and eagerly as he wanted, for the man's only goal right now was to elicit more of those noises from the blond angel on his bed. Lips ran slowly back and forth over his back, making sure that every inch was peppered in kisses. "Mmm..." He would soon give a gentle squeeze to the boy's bottom and kiss Cloud's ear faintly. "On your back." He soothed, easing the blond princess onto his back with his legs gaping wide open. Sephiroth would soon shift his own body to lay at Cloud's side, holding himself up with one hand and using the other to continue fingering the boy.<br><br>He sent a handsome smirk down to the young man while he drove his fingers in deep, curling them just right to tickle at that bundle of nerves deep inside of him. "Ah, there it is..." He chuckled huskily, squeezing the boy up closer to his chest while he alternated between fingering him and playing with the aching, dripping arousal between his legs. He was ignoring his own entirely for now, for he wanted to see how far he could push Cloud before he came.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 18:01:42</strong>
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				Pushing himself to roll over with the soft whisper of bare flesh on the sheets, the honey maned youth stares back with a eager obedience, parting his legs sinfully wide with a flexibility that could come in so very handy later on. He mewls softly, shivering as cool air graces his exposed sex jutting obscenely in the air, trickling with the slick dew of his lust and that quavering rosebud seeming to beg for claiming.<br><br><br>And then Sephirtoh was upon him like a ravenous beast… eliciting a loud cry from Cloud as the slender form arches beautifully in the general's grasp as those thick fingers invade into his twitching convulsing heat. "Ahn…oh…oh Sephiroth!!!" How he jerks and spasms delightfully, his parted legs trembling and jerking obscenely at THAT spot he never knew existed is assailed with lusty force.<br><br><br>Burning pleasure and sensation wracks that inexperienced form pressed close to Sephiroth, and as he gets stroked, he bucks helplessly, wantonly while veritably singing incoherent cries like a Chocobo in heat. But…with those fingers on his length, now, Cloud felt terribly empty… desperate, needing.<br><br><br>And then when Sephiroth delves his fingers once more, he eagerly rocks back against him and it doesn't take long before he spasms with a cry that is surely to get Sephiroth horribly teased the next day by his neighbors, releasing in milky spurts as those normally composed features bear a look of thought dead rapture and pleasure… mouth slightly parted and most kissed plumped lips ever so inviting as he pants.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 18:28:29</strong>
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				Emerald eyes watched with a lusty, dazed manner as the boy beneath him would arch and cry out in sheer delight as he began to cum. To watch the aching sex spurting all of that creamy seed was truly a sight to behold, as his attempts had been successful in the end. The boy was shaking and quivering so weakly after his orgasm, causing Sephiroth to draw him up closer to his bare, powerful chest.<br><br>"Easy..." He soothed lovingly, his hand smoothing over his belly while he quavered in his grasp. He brushed aside blond locks and kissed his forehead while the boy's sex still jutted upward, drooling with his leftover seed. His fingers would slowly slip out of him, giving an affectionate squeeze to his precious bottom afterward.<br><br>"Feel better?" He smirked, pulling the boy flush up against his strong frame.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 18:38:07</strong>
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				Panting heavily as he tries to regain his breath, heart racing, the smaller SOLDIER snuggles close to the powerful frame of his lover as he wraps his arms around the tightly muscled torso. Lazy blue eyes remain half lidded as he makes a soft cooed sound of contentment and bliss, kissing faintly..light as a butterfly's flutter… against the throat of his lover. "Yes… so very much…" He squirms slightly, groaning softly as he shifts his position slightly. "Gaia, Sephiroth…that was so good…thank you…" He pauses, blinking as he shifts slightly, feeling something QUITE hard, hot, and demanding under his leg.<br><br><br>Moving somewhat, he drops his hand to settle upon that throbbing bulge…at first hesitant… the curiously trailing the warm hand to explore over it, even giving a sleight squeeze. "Oh…. you're so hard..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 18:45:42</strong>
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				The larger man would kiss tenderly at his lips once the boy had regained his breath and his right mind. "Mmm. I'm glad you enjoyed it, little one." Sephiroth was more than happy to help him out like that. He would pepper kisses over his neck and his throat before he suddenly felt a hand coming down to settle in between his own legs. There was a reason that Sephiroth was hailed as such a perfect specimen by Hojo, as the man was perfectly built for being the best man that anyone could possibly imagine. <br><br>And the size of that bulge promised that he truly was a perfect man. He would grunt slightly and look down to the hand squeezing at his bulge. "Well you were laying there, screaming like you were in heat... obviously I'm going to have a reaction, no?" He chuckled, giving him a playful kiss.<br><br>"Mmm... go ahead. Do what you want, Strife."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 19:45:44</strong>
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				Blinking, looking up to Sephiroth with that shocking innocence that betrayed his true age in the wide glowing blue eyes before he looks down to the sizable bulge between his fingers. It was…so very… is that even possible? Must be a trick of the pants and light he figures, licking his lips with a dance of that lovely pink tongue. And then he gently unclasps the button, almost reverently lowering the zipper with a soft released breath. Warm sword calloused fingers reach down into the depths of the folds of the material to free his lover's straining length to the cool air.<br><br><br>"Sweet Minerva…" He gasps wide blue eyes staring to the massive veined monster standing proudly before him. Those soft lips are still slightly parted from the exclamation before he reaches in to caress his fingers over the turgid flesh with a hesitant wonder. Cloud blushes hotly, suddenly feeling painfully inadequate.<br><br><br>Even when he was older, he couldn't compare.<br><br><br>Leaning closer, however, he grants the tip a soft kiss before he leans in to flick his tongue over the slit… curious. A faint sound of pleasure escapes Cloud as he closes his eyes, the taste striking him to the core and soon he's on his knees, leaning over Sephiroth's lap to lap and lick that thick flesh like a hungry kitten, caressing the length as he works his way along it. The more he tasted the one winged angel, the more he wanted to lick and suckle him. Pale fingers trail through the masculine hair to drift to the heavy weighted pair hiding still within the confines of those pants. His wonder of them being as large came to fruit as, yes… the lusty orbs more than fill his smaller hand. <br><br><br>Damn, he'd never be able to see him in those damn leather pants again without blushing.<br><br><br>Low hummed purred sounds of pleasure escape him as he lathes his tongue, caressing the hot turgid sex with the warm wet muscle until he completely slathers the spire of pride in saliva, that golden maned head bobbing sinfully with the wet sensual slurping sounds.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 19:57:18</strong>
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				Every inch of Sephiroth had been perfected by Hojo's experiments. The scientist had been careful and precise when manipulating the infant's DNA when he had still been in the womb to affect how he would function later on. It explained why the man was perfect in every single way, including the size of that massive shaft that sprung up from within the confines of his pants. The general would only smirk as Cloud's fingers ran in amazement over the thick, long piece of flesh that jutted from between his thighs like a tower. <br><br>"Good to see you appreciate it so much." He chuckled and rested one hand behind his head, the other resting over his belly. However, it would soon move on top of Cloud's head as the blond gave a lick to his shaft and quickly went to work on sucking the general's hefty prick. When those meaty spheres were allowed to taste the open air, Sephiroth groaned in delight, quickly working his own pants down and off of his legs to be as bare as Cloud was. "That's it, little one..." He crooned, hand threading through the soft, downy blond hair. <br><br>He would groan as he heard those messy suckling sounds, hand guiding Cloud's head up and down to only intensify the sucking. Cloud really had turned into something completely different, but it was for the better in the general's eyes. "That's it, princess..." He chuckled, tilting his chin up as Cloud had a mouthful of the thick piece of flesh. Far too adorable. He deserved to be in the position he was now. Feminine, smooth to the touch... it was such a contrast to Sephiroth, who clearly had all intention of keeping the little blond like this.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 22:53:10</strong>
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				Cloud shifts slightly, his lips circling around the thick head, and he closes his eyes, savouring the feel the taste. He rubs that sinful agile muscle around the smooth hot surface, flicking in the slit to capture that taste he was beginning to crave. And so with a soft groan, he lowers his head to try to take more, reaching down to help his lover out of his pants. <br><br><br>He makes a priceless muffled squeak that vibrates on that invading thickness as the shift of his lover's hips bump the length to brush the back of his throat causing him to choke slightly, the muscles of his mouth and throat clenching and convulsing in sinful massage of the general's weapon before he begins to work out a rhythm that allows him to breath as his throat is claimed by that turgid flesh.<br><br><br>And then that hand guides him, gently coaxing him to begin a rhythm that causes the thick meat to stretch those lovely jaws wide, the tip to bulge his cheeks obscenely as it rubs along the inside of his mouth. Unable to help it, saliva trails down the turgid spire of flesh and he moans. The slim hips squirm slightly as sinful heat races to his loins.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 23:05:53</strong>
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				There was a sly smirk on the silver-haired man's face as he leaned back, watching Cloud go to work upon the stiff prick that rose like a tower between those strong thighs of his. "Easy, princess... I don't want you to choke." He laughed warmly and brushed away Cloud's hair from his face, wanting to see it as it was bunched up in pleasure from being able to do this to the famed general. With a slow sigh, Sephiroth sank back against the pillows and continued caressing through Cloud's hair while those sinful lips worked on the thick cock.<br><br>His other hand would sneak downward underneath Cloud, fingers gently brushing along his navel and down underneath it. His fingers would take the moment to caress along the smooth flesh above the base of the boy's shaft before encircling it within his fingers to stroke him slowly. "Such an eager thing... you just came and you're already hard again?" He inquired, tugging and teasing the much smaller cock and squeezing on those hanging spheres in adoration.<br><br>"Don't you think that's a bit wanton, hm?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 00:07:53</strong>
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				As Sephiroth sits back in regal elegance like a king, Cloud continued to pleasure him, looking for all the world like some harem girl…. or boy. With that smooth hairless body, the pale flesh, the subtle muscle not quite defined enough to be a man, he looks positively illicit. A faint mewl thrums around the thick flesh filling his mouth as that commanding calloused hand trails over the sensitive waxed smooth flesh, breathing loud piteous sounds as Sephiroth engulfs him in that warm strong hand and begins stroking him. He moans with sinful vibrations along the throbbing length at those words. Yes… he was certainly hard again and those soft petite spheres were sinfully firm as they're toyed with.<br><br><br>Each squeeze and knead brings about a desperate buck of the slender hips and muffled cries from the the youth as hot pleasure spears through him. Drawing off that thick length with a trail of saliva lovingly connecting it to those swollen plush lips, Cloud pants heavily. "Ahn… oh…oh Gaia… Sephiroth. AH!!" He gives a jerk, crying out as a particular roll of the precious orbs spears such pleasure through him. "…you…you do this to me…." There… the admission.<br><br><br>And one surely to pad the General's ego, indeed, to know that he could bring about such helpless lust in the lad. "Please…. he begs against the thick length as he raises those vivid sapphire eyes to meet his lover's. Inside me….need you…" Yes, as frightening and strange…and even painful at first… those thick fingers felt so very good. And it left him feeling terribly empty.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 01:20:52</strong>
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				Sephiroth's prick was thoroughly coated in the boy's saliva by now, which was shimmering upon that rock-hard prick in the faint light of the room. The general's wide chest would rise and fall slowly while Cloud bobbed his head in such a hungry manner, looking all the more like a harem boy as time went on. His hand continued to roll and tease at those smaller orbs, tugging and kneading them so gently. "Mmm..." To hear the admission that Sephiroth had such an effect on him... it was the most erotic and delicious thing that he could say.<br><br>With one hand, he would curl his fingers around the base of his own fat prick and slap it against the boy's cheeks slightly. "As you wish, beautiful." He slid his fingers further back to Cloud's delicate backside, giving one cheek a firm spank for good measure. He would slip two fingers in between those cheeks and would pry them apart to let the tiny rosebud meet the air.<br><br>Without giving him much warning, those fingers would slide in deep, all the way to his prostate to begin mercilessly teasing it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 02:32:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The look of surprise on Cloud's lovely face was priceless, those wide blue eyes blinking in startlement as the fat wet mushroom of his lover's length slaps his cheek with a wet lewd sound. That was…. he just…<br><br><br>Cloud was completely at a loss as to what to think about that, honestly. However, all thoughts escape him as his fleshy cheeks are parted, baring that pert twitching pucker to the cold air, and then he yelps, feeling the blunt intrusion delve within his tight heat. Gasping and arching, he gives a quavering cry as that magic spot within him is mercilessly toyed with. The blond's toes curl as his legs spasm and quaver uncontrollably. "Ahn… a… oh Gaia! Gaia! Sephiroth…"<br><br><br>He clumsily attempts to lap that length, stroking it with both of hia hands from the root to his mouth, panting warm desperate breaths as his entrance eagerly clings to those fingers within him. "More…. please...."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 02:42:17</strong>
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				Hips drove forward in rhythm with the bobbing of the younger man's head, for he wanted to drive that cock deeper into his mouth and throat than had been done before. The older man was intent on bringing Cloud the most pleasure he could possibly receive, but he also wasn't going to be as gentle as he originally intended. He thrust his hips forward and grasped the back of his head tightly while he forced Cloud to gobble up the fat staff so hungrily. All the way to the base he would go with Cloud's eyes directly before the masculine hair that rested at the base of Sephiroth's prick.<br><br>He did as requested, though. His fingers would continue pounding against that spot roughly, soon adding another finger to stretch the boy open nice and wide. "Such a wanton little thing... you're just begging to be violated in so many ways, you know that?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 02:55:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As those powerful fingers thread through his hair to grip his head, Cloud jerks slightly as his throat is literally fucked demandingly by his lover. Beyond his control he squirms and bucks, strangled cries vibrating sinfully against the turgid flesh that stretches his throat, blocking his air. He begins to scrabble desperately, his throat muscles tightening and convulsing in wicked massage along the fat carnal length as he desperately attempts to breath, his entire body mirroring those tight convulsions as his plundered entrance grips and ripples with spasms of sinful asphyxiation, more than eager to accomodate those three blunt digits. <br><br><br>However, far from deterring Cloud, the brutal act only makes his length weep all the more eagerly.<br><br><br>Feeling dizziness wash over him and spots flicker in his vision, Cloud reaches up to pry that powerful hand off of his head and he pulls himself from the length he was drooling on, eyes half closed as he draws ragged greedy gulps of air. Looking up from behind long bangs to his lover, he makes a low groan as he regretfully pulls himself free from his lover's fingers. At first it seems he is attempting to crawl away… however he presses his cheek to the coverlet with his hips propped up on his wide spread knees. Slowly, he reaches behind him to pull his cheeks apart in an erotic display, panting oh so sweetly as his quavering entrance seems to beckon. "Please… take me…. I need you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 04:17:20</strong>
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				Such a wanton display indeed, and it was only getting better in his opinion. His eyes were drunken with lust as he looked over Cloud's naked body, one that was bent to his will and showing himself off in desperation for the general. His body would crawl forward slowly and he would soon force Cloud upon his back with Sephiroth's powerful frame looming over him so dangerously. Hands would rest on either side of Cloud's head upon the pillow, those emerald eyes staring down to him so intently.<br><br>"Then you'll have me, little one." He chuckled, drawing the other's long, smooth legs around his waist. He would lean down and press a hungry, starved kiss upon those plump lips while the tip of his prick would apply pressure against the tender entrance nestled in between those lovely mounds. <br><br>"Just know what you're getting into." He growled against his ear, hips pushing hard against his bottom to struggle to fit that fat tip inside.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 05:45:35</strong>
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				As he's moved from that humiliating position, Cloud groans softly, rolling over as he gazes up to his lover caging him in with his arms. Feverishly bright sky blue eyes glow vividly as he stares into those mako green hues. As his legs are drawn up, his plaint body maneuvered best so his lover can gain access, he reaches up to caress one of those handsome perfect cheeks of his lover before wrapping his other arm around the general's neck to tangle his fingers in that prized silver mane, hungrily meeting that ravenous kiss with all the ferocity of an animal in heat.<br><br><br>A faint gasp is muffled in his lover's mouth as he feels that hot thickness press to his twitching rosebud.<br><br><br>For a brief moment, clarity strikes him…as well as the physics of the act they were committing. Could something that massive possibly fit into him? He squeaks slightly as his lover presses, that mercifully saliva slickened length pressing, demanding entrance with a blunt obtrusive force.He squirms slightly, briefly, however, drawing a deep breath, he forces himself to relax, groaning into his lover's mouth as that gate relents and the monstruos thickness bores inside.<br><br><br>He was tight. Sinfully tight. Illegally tight. The rippling heat grips Sephiroth like a seductive vice as he presses deeper within and his lover squirms oh so deliciously like a chocobo chick in the jaws of the wolf. Cloud felt like he was being torn in half!!! it was so… huge…and his young body was completely unused to such acts. However, his arousal doesn't ebb in the least as pain an hair raising sensation is gradually drowned out by something else. Hard… thickness…THROBBING within him.<br><br><br>And then suddenly, that probing thickness rubs HARD over that magical little spot and he spasms with a loud cry, bucking himself. "Ahn…AH!!!" He jerks as it rubs wickedly along it, each vein and contour of that length like a continuous sweet torment.<br><br><br>Desperately, he had to see and so he draws panting from the kiss, struggling down and staring at the most bizarre sight of his belly revealing a tell tale moving lump of the head of his lover's massive beast delving deeper. Panting and quavering, he reaches down to rub over that lump, feeling Sephroth through the layers of skin and muscle. It was so…so…. OBSCENE!!!<br><br><br>And the spear of lust it sent through the blond left his balls twitching and tightening, a warning of another impending loss of his control and release. "Oh, Gaia, Sephiroth…" He moans hotly, tremoring and quavering with erotic spasms. "Don't wanna… not before you…but… can't…help it…"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 08:40:55</strong>
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				Sephiroth could not even begin to describe the utter tightness that he felt as his thick prick was enveloped by that tight heat. It was almost painful to push inside, for the deeper he would go, the tighter it would become. It would definitely take some getting used to on both of their ends, for Sephiroth was quite well-endowed and Cloud had obviously never been taken like this before. "Nnnggh..." Sephiroth's strong arms would tense as his hands grasped at the pillow on either side of the blond's head. Sweat began to glimmer on his forehead as he pushed deep inside, to the point where Cloud could even rub over the bulge in his lower stomach where Sephiroth's prick was prodding at.<br><br>"Mmm... no worries, Strife. Cum as many times as you need to." Sephiroth teased, slowly hoisting the other's long, smooth legs on top of his broad shoulders. He would press forward to the point where Cloud was bent, being pinned down so effectively and rutted into like he was nothing but an animal in heat. Heavy, meaty balls would slap loudly against Cloud's delectable hind end while he drove his hips forward, fucking the boy into oblivion already.<br><br>Oh yes, it was a mixture of extreme pain and extreme pleasure, the latter being a bit more pronounced as he drove his fat cock deeper and deeper into him. "So... tight... mmmnh..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 23:22:46</strong>
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				That pale lean toned form arches sinfully, Cloud crying out loudly as that massive length burrows deeper, and he massages it sinfully through his belly with a morbid delight, his trembling jelly kneed legs making no resistance as they're pushed to fold him double as Sephiroth pushes himself in to the hilt. Cloud mewls, swallowing as he pants desperately with sinful twitches and wild quavers thrilling through his body. "Ahn… oh…oh Gaia." He could feel it tight, pressed through his pliant inner tract to prod amidst his inner organs.<br><br><br>The proud young SOLDIER whimpers. His sex oozes copiously with his twisted pleasure.<br><br><br>And then Sephiroth draws out. Cloud cries out, scrabbling and clawing at his lover's shoulders and back desperately as he felt as if his lover were trying to pull his insides out, a bizarre sensation followed by the eerie emptiness of the gaping void left by that monstrous beast before it plunges in again, eliciting a loud cry of pleasure.<br><br><br>Clinging desperately to the General, Cloud makes such beautiful noises of wanton torment, his body illicitly tight but pliant, eagerly rippling and massaging the hard invader. Blue eyes half closed, the youth breathes ragged loud illegal sounds of carnal delight and sweet torture as he's pistoned into with loud slick sounds of flesh on flesh and the slapping of those heavy orbs beating the pale flesh. It doesn't take long before Cloud releases in a shameful wild spurting climax that sends his body spasming about the rending girth and those pale legs jerking like a person in death throes. However, he continues to moan in illicit pleasure as those blue eyes rolled back give the debauched blond a rather explicit look of a mind lost in the raptures of carnal bliss. <br><br><br>And he begins to mewl like an animal in heat, squirming as that continued abuse to that passage that loosens the painfully restricting tightness, enabling Sephiroth to rut faster sends such painfully delightful stimulation on his already sensitive system. His meek balls ache painfully from their constant use, but Cloud drops a trembling hand to massage them pain mingling with pleasure and he begins to jerk his hips in a desperate attempt to buck as best as he can in this position. "Please…" He mewls desperately, voice ragged with lust and hunger. "Fill me!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 00:18:44</strong>
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				His ruthlessness couldn't be compared to anything else, for he was going wild on Cloud's beautiful ass. The thick spire would pound relentlessly back and forth inside of those velvet walls, stretching him open to an obscene amount, though only intensifying the pleasure as time went on. He left rough love marks all over his chest and collar, still smart enough to put them low enough so no one else would be able to see them. His mouth would press roughly against Cloud's own to silence his weak cries, tongue pushing deep into his mouth to taste every inch of that wet cavern. "Mmmff..." He grunted, soon sliding his arms underneath Cloud's lower back to haul him up in his lap instead.<br><br>He was still hilted on the massive flesh, now being forced to bounce so lewdly on it. Sephiroth had leaned back and had Cloud's back up against his chest, his own large, rough hands curled into the backs of his thighs to raise and drop Cloud repeatedly on that meaty flesh. "My little harem princess... perhaps I'll wait and I won't fill you up tonight, hm?" he teased playfully, slowly dragging Cloud's bottom up to the tip of his prick as if he were going to pull out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 02:55:19</strong>
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				Lusty suckles and soft growls greet Sephiroth's mouth as Cloud matches him in savage lust… panting heavily as saliva trails from those bruised sensually swelled soft lips as they part, leaving the youth panting helplessly. He's boneless, light and amiably pliant as he's moved in his lover's hands and when he's used like some wriggling fuck toy on his lover's length, it drives him even more wild.<br><br><br>The blond head bobs with each lift and drop as sweet harlot sounds escape the proud youth's parted lips. He, however, gasps, panting as he feels his body ceased in that sinful rhythm. Sweet sensual blush graces the pale cheeks as he turns his head to gaze to the man using him so sinfully. Harem… princess? Something, far back in his mind had a feeling that was a portent for something to come, however, he doesn't care. <br><br><br>All that is in his mind is he is being held aloft with his twitching quavering pale legs dangling, slim chest heaving with barely that turgid tip trapped in his stretched pucker that quivers in desperate kisses about the rosy thickness. He pants with desperate mewling sounds. He felt… empty. TERRIBLY empty.<br><br><br>"Please…" the cadet begs as that sublime lithe body writhes sinfully as he tries to get more of that length back in through his breech it was teasingly in. "Fuck me! Fill me till I feel like I'm going to burst!!!" And seriously… considering his size, and the stallionesque endowments of his lover, that could be quite the possibility. More likely, he'll look like a roasted stuffed chocobo chick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 03:23:31</strong>
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				The general's lips would pepper hungry kisses all over the flesh of Cloud's neck and throat, for they were so flushed in embarrassment and desire that Sephiroth could not let them be on their own for long. His hands squeezed tighter onto the backs of his thighs, gently bouncing Cloud on only the thick tip of his oversized endowment. Massive prick would thrust the tip in and out of that stretched entrance, soon going far enough to slip it out completely so that tender little pucker would squeeze and kiss on something that wasn't even there anymore. "There's my little princess." He cooed affectionately, brushing the back of his hand over his jawline.<br><br>Sephiroth would finally plow every inch of that monstrous cock deep into the boy's insides, striking his prostate relentlessly. His teeth caught his neck and bit down roughly as those hefty balls began to spew forth their delicious, potent seed into the young blond. Sure enough, the man's sheer virility was enough to where Cloud's bottom would be filled up rather quickly and cum would burst from the boy's stuffed entrance, painting his bottom white. Sephiroth didn't pull out though, plugging that precious little ass so none of the thick seed would drool out. Not yet.<br><br>"Mmmnh..." The silver-haired general would kiss his neck and then his lips, fingers lowering his thighs slowly. "Now how was that, hm? Do you feel like the little wanton thing you truly are?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 04:00:41</strong>
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				Tormented sounds of frustration and pleasure escape Cloud as his lover teases him… torturing him by rutting merely the quavering rosebud. And as he's lifted higher a soft yelp of dismay escapes the blond as his twitching entrance reddened and greedy spasms on the air it grips. "Noo…" He moans low which turns to a loud cry of pain and pleasure as he's shoved suddenly, mecilessly in that plundering hard invasion. Throwing his head back, the debauched youth cries out as he releases a modest shuddering spattering of lust. However, that is nothing compared to the liquid heat painting his insides. He could feel it…Gaia… so terribly good, filling his body until his belly was showing an entertaining bulge… and through some escapes, his body grips tight, sealing himself tight on that turgid twitching tower of flesh until Sephiroth's passion strained his small body in ways it never had.<br><br><br>Quavering and slumping against his lover, Cloud convulses sinfully along that thickness with a hot tight body that seemed hell bent on milking every last drop of seed from those bountiful balls. Eyes closes, panting heavily and slick with sweat, saliva, and thick white passion, the blond looks explicitly sexed. Moaning sweetly as he reaches up a hand to rub over his engorged belly, he slumps his head back to rest limply on his lover's shoulder. "Hhnnn… yes…." He moans softly. "So good." It was illegal, really, how he was rubbing that slick belly with a look of such abandon. "I'm yours."<br><br><br>He could feel it within him… the thick essence of Sephiroth swimming through his system. He gives a sleight soft moan and a quavering shudder as his body begins to try to absorb the 'sample' in it. Mako…Jenova… the S sample… it was a cocktail even more perfect than Hojo could make, and with what was already in Cloud's system, it was mingling QUITE nicely.<br><br><br>The youth slowly leans his head back to nuzzle his lover's neck affectionately as those vivid luminous eyes open. Blue tinged with green…catlike pupils staring up dazedly to the General. "You feel so good in me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 12:39:11</strong>
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				The general couldn't help but chuckle quietly underneath his breath as he sat there with Cloud hilted upon his massive prick, milking him for all he was worth. The little blond was quite the energetic and wanton one when it came to being in the bedroom, so Sephiroth was pleasantly pleased at this discovery. Sephiroth had definitely poured quite a large amount of cum into the boy, as evident by the slight extending of his belly and how much of a mess that he had made upon the boy's rear. "I'm glad you enjoy it so much, little one. Let's just hope you can walk straight tomorrow, hm?" He tucked Cloud's hair behind his ear and kissed his temple affectionately.<br><br>"Now come on. Let's try to get some rest." He chuckled lowly, easing them both back onto the bed and kissing his neck. Sephiroth would reach over to grab the towel he had gotten before, using it to clean up the mess they had made. He didn't pull out of Cloud, though. The boy had not asked him to just yet, so he would stay inside as long as the boy needed him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 21:49:39</strong>
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				It doesn't take long for the exhausted boy to fall into a deep peaceful slumber laced with attachment and contentment. He cuddles close to his lover in a heavy slumber that isn't so easy to disturb. Curious, though… is when his lover extracts from his body… his gaping rosy pucker releases very little of his lover's passion, as if he hadn't been filled nearly to bursting with a behemoth load of the General's virile essence. However, he veritably seems to have a healthy glow, a wonderful softness and pleasing smoothness to his skin and he smiles softly in his sleep at any touch Sephiroth makes on him… unconsciously leaning towards it.<br><br><br><br><br>Later that night Tseng would be greeted with an unexpected but always surprising visitor. An uncouth knock upon his door blatantly disregarding the hour and how busy the man may be. Wild crimson hair in a flyaway disarray barely tamed by goggles was the trademark of one of his top TURKs, and that along with a cocky grin on rougish foxlike features, he is standing with a battered cigarette dangling from his lips in a hall that should have been smoke free. And in his hand was a bottle of Nieble brandy. "Hey, Boss… back from that lil investigatin' job. Fuck, talk about a place so far out in the boonies! I thought I was gonna freeze my balls off, yo." He grunts as the cigarette bobs with his words, tucking his thumbs into the pockets of his wrinkled suit pants of the proud navy blue.<br><br><br>The terror of the breakroom simply snorts a breath before he shuffles his way within with a casual tread of worn shoes on the finer flooring, and with the nimble nudge of his heel, he closes the door. Dropping into a convenient chair in a sprawl of lanky limbs, Reno settles a flat cool stare to the older Turk with a faint hint quirking his lips. "Dunno what you were expectin, but that place is downright normal… damn near pastoral. Mebbe the monsters are a bit more vicious and a lil mutated, but the people seem fine, yo." He absently draws a deep drag of the spiced scented cigarette, releasing the breath. "The local hicks know this Strife guy you want me looking up, though. Small towns like that know everything, y'know." And upon his lips danced a mischievious smirk… that wicked grin that promised…oh yes… he knew something.<br><br><br>And it would either be VERY bad for someone, or VERY good for them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 05:45:17</strong>
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				Sephiroth slept for hours upon hours, having thoroughly exhausted himself and his little lover to the point of sleeping until the sun came up with no interruptions. The general's wide chest would rise and fall slowly underneath Cloud's head, both of them still as could be while they slept through that night. It was only when morning came that Sephiroth would stir, feeling the sunlight pouring into the room and setting his powerful frame aglow. He glanced down to the fluffy head of hair and smirked, giving his bottom a gentle rub.<br><br>"Cloud..." He murmured against his ear, giving him a gentle jostle with his strong arm. "C'mon, kiddo... time to wake up..." He soothed, slowly sitting up and curling his arms tightly around the blond princess in his lap. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 01:49:42</strong>
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				A faint groan escapes Cloud as he's roused reluctantly, prying bleary blue eyes to stare with sleep blurred eyes into the room before raising up to the general who's lap he's sitting in. His hind end ached with a dull throb… not too painful, but certainly a reminder of what had been there.<br><br><br>Gaia, if he was still human, that could have done some bloody damage. Instead, he grunts with a squirm, wincing as he feels the small amount of his lover's passion drool from the twitching quavering pucker. "Uhhhn… Sephiroth…" He leans back against his lover's chest, letting his pale legs sit dangling off of his lover's, spread and not hindering the view in the least. He'd have been a bit flustered had he the energy to, however, now… he was simply too tired. "I thought you were going to rip right through me." He pauses, then shakes his head, not daring to try to approach the question of HOW the man managed to fit into his pants.<br><br><br>He sits up a little straighter, touching a tender kiss to his lover's jaw…<br><br><br>and then jumps at the sudden emphatic banging coming from Sephiroth's front door, the sound loud enough, and there was no mistaking the voice on the other side. "Hey, Sephiroth! I gotta have a word with ya, Yo! Tseng sent me down ta talk, and this is cuttin' into my drinkin' time!"<br><br><br>And Cloud knew… if Reno wanted in bad enough.. he would try lockpicks, guns, even dynamite to get in. In that order, most likely. Groaning, he crawls off of his lover's lap to curl back up on the blankets on the bed, murmuring somewhat muffled. "Go on… don't want him breaking in. I'll just nap a little more until you're back."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 12:45:09</strong>
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				Sephiroth would have loved to spend some time with Cloud that morning, enjoying a nice, hot bath, but... it seemed that the fates had other things in store for the man. He looked up as the blatant banging upon the door would echo in the room. If they hadn't been awake, they sure as hell were now, it seemed. "All right." He murmured silently to the boy, edging him off of his lap so he could get some rest. He draped a towel around his waist and tied it off tightly before making his way for the door. He had never been extremely friendly with Reno, but he didn't hate him or anything. The man was just too cheery and wild for his tastes, it seemed.<br><br>"What is it?" He asked as he opened up the door, staring at the red-haired Turk. He slipped out of his room silently, closing the door behind him. No one else was in the hallway upstairs, so it would be safe for the man to speak openly if he desired.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 22:21:35</strong>
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				Standing with a casual slouch against the wall, the crimson maned hitman simply grins with a vivid amusement as the General opens his door in a glorious state of disheveled hair with only a towel to veil his waist and loins. He'd heard rumors the General was hung like a behemoth… but, eh… that was just probably more water cooler gossip.<br><br><br>The heady thick scent of debauchery, however, was VERY evident on the general.<br><br><br>The sharp featured young assassin simply grins a foxlike smirk. "Yeah… well.. .two things. First, there was a lot of complaints last night, yo. They could hear you and your guest even upstairs and downstairs. Might want to invest in a gag or something, y'know?" He smirks then shrugs his thin shoulders with a casual amusement. "If you ask me, though… I think the calls are damn funny, so keep 'em coming."<br><br><br>Absently, the nimble long fingered hands idly shift his bottled treasure from one hand to the other. "The other thing…yeah. Bossman had me lookin' in that podunk town, Niebleheim. Nothing really odd aside from some mountain hicks…and the roaming monsters are nastier than usual." He shrugs his shoulders. "I don't see any new breed of SOLDIERs there, really. There's a cute girl, though, yo." The redhead bears a wolfish grin. "Said she knew Strife… they used to be friends or something, he was only about a year older than her."<br><br><br>Slowly, he turns that vivid wicked blue eyed gaze to the General, something VERY shrewd in them. "Oh yeah… almost forgot. There WAS one interesting detail. This girl? Yeah… she's thirteen, yo. WAY too young for me. Betcha she'll be a knock out in a few years." He bears a shameless wolfish grin before turning his attention to Sephiroth. "Oh right… meant to ask. How's that new cadet of yours working for you, yo?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 04:15:12</strong>
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				He ran his hand through his long hair and crossed his arms over his chest afterward, staring intently at the young assassin that was standing near his door. He made no visible reaction to the man's suggestion and revelation that Cloud had been heard through the night, though he did file the information away mentally. "Get on with it, Reno." He sighed, rubbing at his neck. He would stand there and remain as silent as ever as the man explained to him about how Nibelheim was not much different from any other town. "It's his hometown. Of course someone knows him there." He murmured.<br><br>"And he's doing just fine. What else do you have to tell me, hm? Besides the fact that Cloud knows a kid." He lifted a brow, emerald eyes peering seeming daggers into Reno's face as he stood there, tall over the other man. "Nastier monsters and that's it? Nothing else?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 04:31:53</strong>
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				The Turk stares back… subtly tensing despite his casual posture with ShinRa's greatest weapon looming over him, however, he does not break his informal behavior. "Not sure you heard me right, Yo. He's only Fourteen." Reno spells it out plain and simple. "He lied on his age and identification to get in, Seph. That could get him into a LOT of trouble, yo. But Bossman might be willing to overlook it. Since the kid seemed to have helped pretty well, and all."<br><br><br>The redhead hesitates, then glances around the hall before muttering in an undertone. "Yeah…found something else… sorta. There's a ShinRa owned place there, but it's locked up. Also, there WAS a Turk that disappeared up there. Not sure, but ShinRa might have something special with the reactor. Not like there's anything ELSE up there, yo."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 04:40:21</strong>
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				Fourteen... a boy of his age had gotten in and snuck in successfully? Having a younger friend was not a big deal, though he did not expect to hear that the blond boy in his bed was so young. He was quiet as he stood there, rubbing slowly at his jawline. "I'll talk to him about it." He muttered. "Both Cloud and Shinra." He grunted, shaking his head. This would pose problems if the man found out before Sephiroth told him. Who knew what sort of punishment the boy would have to go through?<br><br>"Another Turk that disappeared?" He scoffed. "Those are only rumors. You can't honestly expect such stories to be true." Even he had heard of a Turk disappearing in the Nibel mountains or somewhere close by, but he had always brushed it off as simple legend. "I'll take care of it, Reno. Go on."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 14:21:30</strong>
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				"Yeah, good thing if you do talk with the Kid. That takes some balls to do what he did, yo." Reno shrugs and stretches. "Yeah, I have a date tonight with this pretty girl I picked up in Niebleheim." The claret maned Turk holds the bottle filled with delightful alcohol up, his grin unmistakeable. "Looks like my paperwork's not going to be done or handed in till probably past noon tomorrow." A generous stretch of time, indeed, for Sephiroth to try to work things out. Of course, the redheaded bastard stepchild of ShinRa Power Company was well known for avoiding paperwork as long as possible.<br><br><br>With the mentioned of the missing Turk, a soft frown graces those usually grinning lips of Reno's. "What… are you kiddin, Seph? That shit's REAL. It's just buried under so much high level red tape, there's probably only two or three people left who know about what really happened. Vincent Valentine isn't just some bar story, yo. He's a legend turned warning for us. Ya don' get too attached to a job, an' ya don' get involved, yo. No one knows WHY he disappeared… only that he did something he shouldn't."<br><br><br>He cannot help but grin grandly. "There's lotsa rumors about why, though. He saw something he shouldn't… asked too many questions… broke from his orders in a bad way. Hell, there's even one that he hit on the wrong person's wife, yo!" The Turk just shrugs with a rustle of his disheveled suit. "We were trained with that story to keep us from making the same mistakes."<br><br><br>Stretching idly, he turns with a yawn, making a wave of his hand. "All, right, time for this fox to turn in, Seph. Thought I'd just drop off that off the record info. Sorta our thanks for you crackin' that case without having us get tangled with the Don's slimy politics." He pauses, then smirks with a wicked amusement as he hesitates by the lift door with it open. "Oh yeah… saw an interesting photo sent to me. Hot date, huh? Pedophilia's not my thing, but DAMN, that kid of yours sure is a looker in a dress, yo." And after those playful words, the crafty assassin slinks swiftly into the elevator as the doors were closing to spare him the instant's reaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 00:13:08</strong>
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				Sephiroth would let out a defeated sigh as Reno finally left, causing him to shake his head slowly. He didn't want to deal with Turks right now, for they were already starting to wear on his last nerve. He rubbed at his temples as he came back into the bedroom, ignoring the lingering comment that Reno had left. Cloud wouldn't be too happy about it, but he figured that they had already taken those risks when the blond had kissed him outright in public.<br><br>"Cloud." He spoke up, gently giving his thigh a pat. "Wake up, Cloud." He needed to talk to him about this, evident as the man looked quite troubled. He eased himself onto the bed and leaned over him, gently kissing his cheek.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 00:35:16</strong>
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				Groaning softly, Cloud stirs reluctantly before he pushes himself to sit up. The blanket falls away, revealing the countless vivid claiming love bites over his pale flesh. His hair, if possible, looked even more tousled, and he looks every bit like a disgruntled chocobo."Uhn…couldn't you let me sleep longer?" Reaching up to rub his eyes blearily, he looked every bit the fourteen year old he was.<br><br><br>Well a thoroughly debauched fourteen year old. However, as those glowing blue eyes fall upon Sephiroth and that unsettled serious look on those handsome features, he sits up more alertly. "Is there something wrong, Sephiroth? What is it? What happened? "<br><br><br>The swift thoughts of the blond whirled, shaking off the fuzz of weariness. Was there something wrong with the samples? Or maybe that kiss in the resturaunt…. oh Gaia, what was he thinking? He knew he was pushing it with the alcohol. Those luminous eyes reveal the concern and caution racing through his mind. Maybe Genesis somehow popped up again, or an unpleasant assignment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 12:39:33</strong>
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				The man rubbed slowly at the side of his neck as he sat on the bed, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling. It was hard to speak about such things with Cloud, though he needed to know the truth and why the boy had snuck into the rankings to fight. He took a glance over to the boy and gently caught his chin, tilting it upward. "Easy. I want to ask you a question and I want you to give me the honest answer. Don't beat around the bush." He furrowed his brows and crossed his arms over his strong chest.<br><br>"How old are you?" He asked, those emerald eyes boring into the blue ones of his young companion. Did he feel guilty for doing what he did last night? Not at all. But he did feel guilty for making everyone believe that Cloud was of age, which he clearly wasn't.<br><br>Not in a sense, at least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 13:10:53</strong>
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				<br><br>Bewitching electric blue eyes stare back to Sephiroth as his chin is grasped and his gaze made to meet those vivid catlike green eyes. And with the question… Cloud's eyes widen slightly in a revelation of surprise and guilt. If Sephiroth wanted to know his age, he could check in his file, and doubtless he has. Drawing a deep breath, the sunny haired youth silently mulls over this. Could… could he actually know? It must have had something to do with his surprise visitor.<br><br><br>Ah… so that must be it. He sighs softly, somewhat relieved. Well, he DID say the man needed the truth. It takes him a brief moment to search his memory to align his mental bearings. Oooh right. Yes, this will certainly put a wrench into the works.<br><br><br>"I was fourteen when I joined." He states flatly, without remorse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 13:23:40</strong>
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				The man would let out a slight sigh of relaxation at hearing the truth, at least what had been spoken from Reno's mouth. That was hard enough to say already. "When you joined?" He asked, tilting his head. The way Cloud had worded that seemed rather strange, eliciting a confused look from the general. "You had a birthday already or something?" He inquired, leaning back upon his elbows. He was clearly intrigued, wanting to know the workings of Cloud's mind and why he had done this.<br><br>"Why lie about your age and get in here? What made you want to risk your life when you're only fourteen years old, hm?" He asked. He wasn't angry, but... yes.<br><br>Intrigued.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 22:26:53</strong>
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				The blond silently chastises himself at that question about his birthday. Oh, he could have said yes…but Sephiroth was highly intelligent. With a little mental math and what he knows…it would be obvious he couldn't.&nbsp; The gig, so to speak, it up. He certainly didn't want Sephiroth to not trust him. But the truth… was so… well… unbelievable. Cloud sits up, the expression upon those angelic youthful features looking far too… worn. Too old for someone merely fourteen.<br><br><br>"When I joined…" He begins, and his words spoken sound like the reminiscence of distant years. "I wanted only three things. One… was to be respected for something for once. Two… was that I admired you and as all young boys, I wanted to become a SOLDIER with a bit of hero worship… and Three…" He pauses, sighing softly. "…is the most time sensitive. For reasons I understand now… but didn't then, monsters have been becoming increasingly more dangerous and mutated over time. I needed to protect my home. I figured as a SOLDIER, I would have the strength to."<br><br><br>And here he draws a deep breath. "My body is fourteen… but my mind… is thirty-one. I know a bit more than I should."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 23:51:24</strong>
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				The general waited silently as the boy began to explain himself and his position as this... this boy that looked so well beyond his years. Those eyes were not the youthful ones of a child, but ones that had seen too many things in life. Much like Sephiroth's own eyes were at times. Those emerald eyes would soften as the boy revealed his inner most desires to become a wonderful SOLDIER and to make a name for himself, to protect his home... all desires any boy would want.<br><br>Yet that lingering statement made him wince. "... And how exactly is this possible?" Sephiroth was not a man who dabbled in more mysterious things like this, but he would give the boy the chance to explain himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 02:16:27</strong>
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				Cloud holds his breath with hesitant expectation, not certain how well the General would take the bizarre information. As no explosive anger or denial comes his way, he seems to ease somewhat, sighing faintly in relief. "I am from the future. A future." He hesitates, glancing down to his hands, absently closing and opening them. "I'd been fighting to protect the world. And you are I are…enemies." He pauses. Well, it wasn't QUITE like that, in hindsight. More like a polar attraction of opposites.<br><br><br>"I killed you several times, but you always came back for me." Cloud glances up from his sword calloused digits to meet those vivid emerald eyes of Sephiroth, and he leans forward to simply rest his hand over the older man's heart, feeling it beat in proud cadence. "I prefer much better not to be your enemy. I've managed to change some things this time, so I have hope for better. The first time, I didn't make it into SOLDIER." <br><br><br>Cloud pauses… hesitating before he shudders unbidden. "But… I was… an experiment of Hojo's. After I killed you the first time he…" The blond trails off in uncertainty, wondering how much to explain until he shakes his head slowly. "What he did to me… enabled me to fight for the Planet, in the war that came and safe the world from destruction…" He coughs softly. "…er… a few times. But the Planet was weakened and couldn't support itself. So… it sent me back…I'm guessing… to try to prevent the Calamity."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 19:17:53</strong>
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				The legendary warrior was not an invincible man and he was not some omniscient being that could catch on to everything. Cloud's sudden story of time travel, destiny, enemies... it was a very strange story indeed and it was hard to wrap his mind around. Silence hung in the room as the boy's hand laid over his heart, causing him to glance down to it and shake his head. "Enemies, huh?" He murmured. The boy had the mentality of an older man but the body of someone younger. He cleared his throat and rubbed at his neck slowly, trying to think to himself and figure out what the best course of action was.<br><br>He had no idea.<br><br>"... That explains the skill, then. You fought me before." He mused, looking down to Cloud. "And you're here to prevent us from becoming enemies, hm? Then what made us become enemies in the first place?" It was hard to even imagine himself being mad at the blond-headed cadet, for Cloud was so sweet and gentle.<br><br>What would have torn them apart so quickly?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 03:10:22</strong>
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				Nodding in agreement, Cloud hesitates, however, when that second question is asked. "Well… The first time… I had not made it into SOLDIER. You did not know me any more than just another cadet. You… didn't have anyone left. You… sort of took a vendetta against the world. You… saw me as different, some how. Some sort of tool or amusement until I grew strong enough to keep up with you… and more." Cloud tries to find the words to explain it without blatantly telling the man he snapped with a severe Oedipus Complex and genocidal tendencies.<br><br><br>"I fought you. Countless times… to save the world." A VERY edited version of what happened. Cloud then sighs and leans forward, wrapping his arms around the General's neck in a warm hug. "You aren't alone, now. No matter what… don't forget that. You aren't the only one." He tenderly leans closer to his lover for a light reassuring kiss, however, those sapphire eyes blink comically as this movement causes him to stretch… and…<br><br><br>Cloud blushes the loveliest ripest crimson as he feels left over seed from his passionate encounter with Sephiroth trail down his inner thigh in a cold slow meander.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 17:46:34</strong>
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				The man's eyes peered upward to the ceiling as he leaned back, listening to all that Cloud had to say. He hadn't lied to him before, at least not technically, so what gave him the reason to do it now? He looked over slowly and furrowed his brows, emerald eyes shining with concern. "You came back to save me?" He asked softly. He couldn't imagine himself as being such a hateful person with a vendetta against the world. It just didn't fit himself rightly, at least not this Sephiroth that hadn't been tainted by the past.<br><br>The reassuring hug caused Sephiroth to ensnare the boy in a gentle kiss and a tight squeeze around his waist. "Thank you, then. For being an equal opponent and for coming back to stop me from doing anything crazy." He laughed softly, giving his cheek a warm kiss. "Though how long are you forced to be here? It can't be permanent, you know."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 13:00:00</strong>
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				Cloud nods, observing Sephiroth's thoughtful expression as he tries to wrap his mind around something so unbelievable. Hell, Cloud had trouble believing it, at first. He tilts his head aside slightly. "I was sent back to make changes. The Planet tends to be vague on it reasoning on things. But, the main change I want to make is save you."<br><br><br>At that kiss Cloud smiles faintly… that smile falters as he raises his eyes. "I better remain permanently. The future I'm from is… barren. Dying. We might have won, but the cost of what happened to the planet was killing it. I'd rather remain here with you then return to being alone." Cloud's arms tighten around the General. He simply sighs softly, resting his cheek against the taller man's shoulder. "I'm relieved you don't think less of me because of… my physical age."<br><br><br>And with those words, the young SOLDIER blinks bold blue eyes, realizing exactly what this entailed with what they share…and last night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 17:09:37</strong>
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				Sephiroth gave a slight chuckle as he sat there, being told that he was important to save and the Planet had done its best to try to ensure that. "This is all so hard to imagine." He murmured to himself as he leaned back. He looked down when the boy rested his head against his broad shoulder, making his arm come around his waist securely. "Lovely, then. Our future is unwritten and no one knows what's going to happen." He spoke, giving his cheek a warm kiss. "Come. Let's get up and get ready for the day, hm?" He asked, stretching his powerful legs out and rising onto his feet.<br><br>The man went toward the bathroom and left the door open while he ran the water for a shower. After ensuring the heat was all right, Sephiroth would remove the towel from around his waist and casually slip into the large shower, door still left open in invitation for the young blond to join him if he so desired.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 17:48:50</strong>
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				Cloud was more than eager to join Sephiroth in the shower, cleaning himself off and rinsing the small amount of trickling lust off of his skin, surprising considering how much copious seed his lover pumped him with last night. In no time at all, Cloud is back to training with a few of the stronger students of Sephiroth's. Unexpectedly, from behind Sephiroth, a low voice speaks with Menace.<br><br><br>"Sephiroth…." As the General turns however, there is Zack looking to be equal parts agitates, concerned and irritated. "Cloud hasn't come home in almost a week… what have you been doing?!" He pauses, then plucks out his PHS, showing an all too obvious picture someone'd sent him. Of a rather burning kiss of the Legendary General with a beautiful blond woman."No, wait…I can guess… but… really… I hope you can explain this…" He hesitates, however, as the dark haired Gongagan turns to stare to the sight of Cloud facing off against his fellow students in practice. And he was fending off two at once. "Whoah… never knew the Kid could fight like that."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 15:58:49</strong>
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				The general was silent as he stood at the sidelines of the training square, eyes following each movement with focus to note for later in case he had to give suggestions to his students. what he didn't expect was for Zack to come out and break the silence, though. He looked back toward the man and tilted his head, a look of apathy on his face when the picture was shown to him.<br><br>"Cloud's helpful." He explained simply, looking back to the blond warrior. "He's excelled in every situation I've put him in. He dressed up like that to wrench information out of Don Corneo. Everything he's done has had a purpose and he's passed with flying colors. Your suggestion to promote him is the best idea you've put forth so far, Fair."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 22:18:45</strong>
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				Wha… really?" Zack blinks, staring in disbelief before those violet eyes turn to Cloud practicing…and then realization struck. "Hey… how come he's in a second class outfit? What the….did he rank up, ALREADY?!" Zack hesitates, however glancing from the blond to Sephiroth. Absently, he reaches up to rub the back of his head. "Uhn.. well… I didn't think he thought of doing that er… dress outfit. I thought you talked him into that."<br><br><br>Well, not that he didn't want to admit that Cloud was positively stunning, and he flushes slightly, unbidden. "So… why did he wear that getup and go out with you?" Zack pauses, the good natured, but sometimes simple Gongagan flushes hotly. "Not that I'm saying he shouldn't… but, yeah… I'm really curious. And maybe a little worried." He pauses, then winces ruefully. "It's scary how well he pulls it off."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 12:47:57</strong>
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				"He's rising up in the ranks rather quickly." Sephiroth admitted, chuckling. "The only case of that happening in quite a long time." He murmured. He could fondly remember such closer candidates to be compared to such as Angeal and Genesis, but Cloud was a completely different story. He had a reasoning behind it all, though. He could not tell everyone about it, though. Hojo would be in glee at hearing it and would be eager to poke and prod at Cloud with all sorts of needles and contraptions to extract information out of him.<br><br>"Because Corneo was the man, or at least the one we thought, behind that drug problem." Sephiroth informed, rubbing slowly at his chin. "Don't leave your back open to attacks, Strife!" He shouted, soon glancing back to Zack with a lifted brow.<br><br>"He's very good at what he does. Simple as that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 13:07:04</strong>
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				Zack observes the cadet boldly fighting against his class mates with a thoughtful look laced with worry. Oh, it wasn't concern for him winning the bouts or keeping up. It the sudden shocking changes. Whatever happened to the quiet somewhat shy Niebleheim country boy? He'd seemed to have turned into a hardened haunted SOLDIER in the blink of an eye. Such thing were… unsettling."He's… changed, a lot. Sometimes I feel like he'd not the same kid I first met." <br><br><br>Hesitating, he laughs lightly. "But that's crazy. He's the same Chocobo, of course!"<br><br><br>Luminous violet eyes blink, turning to Sephiroth about the issue of the Drug. Yes, it certainly hit him hard… the needless loss, and a few other that turned up hooked on it and were currently in rehab in the medical and science department.<br><br><br>He hadn't from them since.<br><br><br>The young SOLDIER settles his hands upon his hips, looking to his superior officer. So… they cracked the case open? Well, yeah, it could be explainable for the dress… however… there were other matters to inquire about. Immediately, a mischievous grin graces the dark haired SOLDIER's rougish features, making him look like a trickster wolf. "Ohhh… he must have been EXCEPTIONALLY good. Hell, I heard it all night long. I thought you had an actual woman in there, judging by the sounds." He pauses, then looks to Cloud who compensates for the order by… letting the other close in on the supposed weakness and brutally counterattacking them. "I dunno… he still looks a lil too young, to me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 17:05:36</strong>
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				Sephiroth's emerald eyes would soften as he watched Cloud move and respond to his orders, so eager to improve his battling skills. Cloud may have bested him in battle before, but if he had been as crazy as Cloud had hinted at, Sephiroth wouldn't have fought as well. "It's complicated." He responded to Zack's assumption that Cloud was too young. The general didn't even care if anyone had heard them last night, for it was a natural thing and even Sephiroth couldn't be expected to go forever without some sort of intimacy, right?<br><br>"He's wise beyond his years." He chuckled. "All right, everyone! That's enough for now!" Sephiroth called out. "Head back to your dorm rooms and get some rest for tomorrow! It'll be an exam and I'll be taking note on how you've improved!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 03:00:51</strong>
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				"Of course it's complicated. Nothing's ever simple with you, Seph." Zack gives his superior officer and friend a comradely clap to the shoulder. He watches in amusement as Cloud and the other SOLDIER trainees scamper off to fulfill the orders. He smirks, then slips his hands into his pockets. "Oh well, that's fine, I suppose. So I take it the kid's going to be moving in with you?"<br><br><br>Cloud makes his way back to the room he and Zack shared. In no time flat he's showered and changed, wearing loose shorts and a baggy blue shirt, Cloud lays back casually in the rack in the room he's sharing with Sephiroth. His eyes are perusing upon the book as he lays on his belly, chin upon his hand as he studies the content carefully. He looks positively adorable. For someone so young… and skin so sinfully smooth on those bare thighs, he was quite the delightful sight.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 12:40:27</strong>
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				"For the time being, I suppose." Sephiroth didn't mind sharing a room with someone, though it would definitely be a change in their daily routine. He would give a slight nod to Zack and chuckle before turning himself around. "Take care, Fair." He spoke, slipping his hands into his pockets and making his way toward his own quarters once more. He had a few things to take care of and some papers to sign, after all. He was a busy man and always had something to do.<br><br>He would step through the door and lift a brow slightly at the sight of Cloud stretched out on the bed, studying. He had to admit that the boy did have a rather adorable look about him.<br><br>"And what might you be studying, hm?" He inquired, easing himself into his own chair behind his desk and beginning his work on his own papers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 13:07:07</strong>
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				"The material covered in the First Class entry exam. May as well start studying now." Cloud states absently nibbling on his thumb. "I might know things no one else does, but it doesn't mean I know everything." The blond grunts softly, turning the page as he absently crosses one foot over the other's ankle. "So I take it Zack didn't pounce you? I was beginning to think he'd be worried with me gone for so long." The blond absently states as he skims the information. One of the flukes, he recalled, from before… was what Hojo did to him…WHATEVER he did… left him relatively unaging over their years. Cloud wondered if he was going to be stuck looking even younger this time.<br><br><br>He really hoped not.<br><br><br>Cloud raises his head to look up to Sephiroth from behind the long bangs. "I hope you don't mind that I came back here. I had to sneak in to get some clothes, but I'm just not feeling up to having Zack assault me with a million questions." He cannot help but grin softly. Zack was a good friend, but he could be a little…energetic.<br><br><br>He turns his eyes back to the book. "I cleaned up in here, hope you don't mind… and… uh… I didn't know what to do with the dress… so I hid it in your closet." A sweet blush graces those cream pale cheeks at the thought of wearing the dress. Oh, for Sephiroth's sake, it was more than bearable to wear it. He certainly did seem to enjoy it. He pauses then glances up once more. "You… you liked it, didn't you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 17:38:26</strong>
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				"Good idea." He chuckled as he looked through his papers, flipping through silently. He would sign them here and there, seeming a bit distant since that was the general feeling he had when he was working. He took a glance to the boy across from him and chuckled lowly. "Well he was curious as to where you've been, but I just told him that you've been exhausted with the work you've been doing lately so you've been crashing here." He rubbed at his chin and then the side of his neck, yawning. He felt rather tired himself from not only the work he had been doing lately, but the endurance-exhausting moment he and Cloud had had the night before.<br><br>"You're welcome to come here whenever you want, Cloud." He assured. "And yes. I did enjoy it. By the looks of it, you enjoyed it as well." He smirked, crossing his strong arms over his chest.<br><br>"Isn't that right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 12:39:47</strong>
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				With the explained answer, Cloud sighs in relief, smiling softly. He raises his gaze Sephiroth, smiling with the open invitation. "Thank you." Sinful colour graces those pale cheeks with an amusing blush at Sephiroth's admission in enjoying the dress… and the further suggestion about Cloud's own pleasure with it. He cannot help but squirm on the bed, still recalling the feel of that lingerie sensually entrapping his bare flesh.<br><br><br>The waxed flesh STILL felt hypersensitive. Sephiroth… had a point.&nbsp; It felt sinfully good in the dress, he had to admit. Especially with how Sephiroth seemed to appreciate it so very much… each gentle polite touch and naughty caress. Just the memory of it sent delicious tingles through his body, and Cloud cannot help but bite his lower lip as he made an effort to not wriggle again.<br><br><br>"Ah…er… well… yeah. You're right." He admits, blushing even brighter as he stares down to the book who's words were not gibberish before his eyes.<br><br><br>However, he slowly raises his eyes again to settle upon his lover looking almost smugly amused. "Then… you're going to want that… um… again?" It was so embarrassing to speak about. Oh, world destruction, fate, and the grisly aspects of war he could speak calmly on. Crossdressing, however, was an awkward subject for the blond, and amusingly so.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 17:02:47</strong>
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				The man would chuckle slightly as he watched the boy squirm, for he could recall the feeling of that lingerie tickling the smooth, bare flesh of his legs and his bottom. He was surprised that the boy could even walk straight after such an intense session last night, though he attributed it to his blood and the mako cells inside of it. "Only if you're comfortable enough to do it." He informed, tapping the end of his pen against his own lower lip in thought while he stared at one of the papers.<br><br>"I wouldn't force you into something you didn't want to do, Strife." He responded, looking over with those stunning emerald eyes. He would soon smirk and tilt his head. "You've got no need to be embarrassed. You're absolutely stunning no matter how you dress."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 14:49:01</strong>
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				The boy looks positively crimson flushed as he glances up over his shoulder to meet those vivid viridian eyes. He had to admit, however… despite his pride… the truth in the matter. "I…" Cloud begins before fidgeting with the page, looking terribly embarrassed. "…found it… arousing. Especially… with how you enjoyed it."<br><br><br>The memory of being trapped in the dress and having his lover's sword calloused larger hands roam over his body brings a spark of arousal at the mere thought, and Cloud squirms uncomfortably. The thought of him riding his lover in a frilly dress capers through the young blond's mind, bestowing illicit warmth before he shakes his head to clear it. "Whatever you wish for me to do…" Cloud states as he absently crosses his ankles, returning his focus to the book in earnest attempt for distraction. "…I will do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 12:40:43</strong>
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				The shameful admittance on Cloud's end was enough to bring a chuckle from the older man. It was rather cute that the young man was so reluctant to admit his arousal in the situation, but he didn't want to tease him about it. It was rather wonderful to hear that Cloud enjoyed it so much, after all. "Well I'm glad you enjoyed it so much, Strife." He smirked, looked over to him as he crossed his ankles and looked down at his book to distract himself.<br><br>"Wonderful, then." He He chuckled lowly, returning to his work until the man had finished it all up. His stomach growled rather loudly soon enough, causing him to rise up onto his feet and stretch his strong frame. "Ahhh... all right. Come. Let's go get some food, hm? I'm sure you're rather hungry as well too, no?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Draconovich</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 23:10:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As that moment is shattered by a low growl, the blond's head snaps up. Shifting a swift glance about for an animal that somehow snuck in, he simply grins softly as he sees his lover rise. Really… it still surprised him with Sephiroth's small human quirks. "Food sounds good." He stretches absently with a grunt before nestling a piece of paper to save his spot in the book. Pushing himself from the bed, Cloud pads lightly on bared feet to the door before pausing to lean against it, peering up to the General from behind long honeyed bangs. "Do you want me to cook something, or do you want to order or go out for something?"<br><br><br>It was amusing, really, how Cloud slid so easily into taking charge of a situation. It was hard to remember he had leadership skills and experience when he looked so adorably molestable in the loose clothing giving him an innocent waiflike appearance. Then again, it was a good reminder to how old he is physically. "I was thinking of hitting town. I need to get some new clothes and place an order for a custom weapon."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Variant Kismet (FFVII)[punkjello &amp; Draconovich]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 12:41:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He would rub slightly at his hardened stomach as he stood there, gently taking up Cloud's hand to squeeze it firmly between his own fingers. "We'll just go out and get something. I wouldn't want you to trouble yourself in cooking or anything like that, Cloud." He teased, giving those knuckles a playful kiss. He wanted to head out to get something to eat before he had better ideas on what he could feast on, mainly the supple body of the young cadet.<br><br>"Lovely, then. We'll head out to town to take care of some business. I could use a few more clothes myself." He replied, giving his temple a kiss. "A custom weapon, hm? And just what might you need with that?" He chuckled, drawing his arm around the boy's shoulders while they headed out and toward the elevator.
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