I actually don’t. Well, that’s not true. I only have one rule: do not reply or tag me in a starter if your OC is related to Lightning in any way and we haven’t plotted out anything. Other than that, have at it! I welcome all OC’s!
“Slow your breath; unclench your fist. Even in sleep you are ready for war.”
— The Golden Wing (via bookofendings)
With running about through the halls Zell had to get use to having to dodge things suddenly coming out of office rooms or just other obsticals laying about. It was by luck he caught sight of the Lightning’s foot and jumped over it. When it seemed he would keep running Zell would slow down at the end of the hall and turn back to face the soldier.
“I Could’ve tripped over that!”
Folding her arms over her chest, Lightning shifted her weight from one leg to the other. He was forever running around, which made it difficult to find him. In fact, Lightning was planning on giving him a job, of sorts.
“Stop running around. It’s distracting, makes it hard to find you, and it’s also dangerous.” Not that she was one to care about danger. “I need you to deliver this letter.”
The WRO building seem to always be busy. It was never going to stop Zell. As a hyperactive person like Zell he often hated standing still for too long. And today he was going to burn his energy off by running up and down as many floors as he could before getting tired. It was his own way a staying in shape as well.
The storms brought back memories of her military days. But she was different now. Kind of. She’s a bit more open and kind. These thoughts occupied her mind, though she was quickly snapped out of her daze by the sound of quick, loud footsteps.
Zell.
With a quick movement, Lightning pivoted around and stuck out her leg in order to trip the young male.
The former savior stood within the base of what people deemed to be ‘the good side’, a classification given to those that society believes is doing the morally right things. Hues were staring up into the sky, the collection of storms in broad daylight. In the distance, snow could be seen.
“——- Tch..”
The former savior stood within the base of what people deemed to be ‘the good side’, a classification given to those that society believes is doing the morally right things. Hues were staring up into the sky, the collection of storms in broad daylight. In the distance, snow could be seen.
“—– Tch..”
For the Head of Espionage and Intelligence in the WRO, these abnormal and fractured lands sure made things difficult. There was so much uncharted terrain for the young shinobi to explore, to familiarize herself with so that she could perform her duties more efficiently.
Not that Yuffie was ever had a strict sense of duty, per se.
But she loved the world that she had fought so hard to protect, and to see it hurt like this, well, it had her working rather vigilantly recently, despite the harsh heats that sat stagnant in the air. The feathered mounts that adorned these forests weren’t doing any better, it seemed —they were making strange noises after all, and with a childish whine, she slumped against a nearby tree.
“So hooot….” She complained to the unforgiving air.
This had become part of her jobs, to check on the Chocobos every once in a while. The large bird gave her a ‘kweh!’ before trotting off with its friend.
It was then that she heard the whining and complaining voice behind her. The pinkette turned, searching for the source. Her eyes fell upon the form of the little shinobi sitting in the shade of tree. In this heat, it was a surprise that the trees themselves haven’t burst into flames.
“Then why’d you come here? I doubt you’re here to relax.” That was impossible. It was far too hot.
Hello SF members! This is just a quick announcement.
If you come across any negative comment, posts or passive aggressive statements from anyone within the group, please notify Odin (Lightning) or Phoenix (Seifer).
Thank you and have a nice day!
—— Odin
