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Starseed, pt 2
Starseed, part 2.
by Michigami aka Michelle P.
PG13 warnings in place for language, violence, and varying mischief contained herein. be ye warned.
4- If I only had a brain…
Samples from the headless remains of the second monster arrived at ShinRa's research facility nearly a week later. The first had been too large to move, and too hazardous, as the corpse had begun spewing toxic fumes at dangerous levels as it decomposed. The creatures were identified as Jenova-tainted life forms of some kind. Beyond that, the company would say nothing.
"Lazy bastard. You really can't do anything without me there to save your ass," Rude grumbled, rolling his head to the side to view his new roommate as they wheeled Reno's bed into the room. Bandaged and battered, but alive, he coughed, laughing.
"Dam the company's getting cheap, sticking me in with this garbage," Re
Starseed, part 1
Starseed, by Michigami aka Michelle P.
pg13 warnings present!! Bad language, gore, and naughty deeds contained herein!
1- It was a dark and stormy night…
It was a dark and stormy night in a town called Kalm. It had been many, many years since the last fragments of The Meteor had cooled, and nearly two years after Sephiroth's clones, Kadaj, Loz and Yazoo had rampaged their way into a footnote in the planet's history.
No one but those directly involved in the incident understood where the strange platinum-haired men with their obsession with destruction had come from, but the majority of the populace had come to realize that silver hair was a definite sign of trouble in a stranger.
Which was why Vincent Valentine was en-route to Kalm, along with two of the Turks, part of ShinRa's Special Investigations corp. He didn't intend on having two ShinRa dogs following his tail, but it couldn't be helped, they were the ones who'd asked him for help to begin wi
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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