Cloud, Aeris, TifaTeam:
How many Cloud-in-a-dress drabbles have there been now? XD
Aeris had that gleam in her eye, and Tifa was already sketching out designs on a napkin. Cloud started looking for exits, and would have bolted for the nearest one if Aeris hadn't grabbed his wrist.
"Ack," he muttered."Cloud,"
Aeris protested, eyes wide and pleading. "We need a blonde. You're the only
one who can do it."
"Why can't you just have the two of you?" Cloud edged back, wild-eyed.
"That's not a proper cosplay team! Now, Tifa and I will work on your miniskirt, you just need to practice your posing. Oh, and shave your legs."Title:
Cloud, Sephiroth, OCsTeam:
It was nearly dawn, and the yellow yearling was already quivering with anticipation and something like fear. This would be his first visit to the nesting grounds since he'd left it to join the Midgar flock. Perhaps he would see his playmate, a lithe and proud white hen. Perhaps he would see his mother.
No others could turn his thoughts from the black.
His leader accompanied the sun over the crest of the hill and whistled sharply. One by one his flockmates rose and answered with songs of their own; the yellow straightened his neck determinedly and added his voice.Title:
They came from every city, on every continent. They abandoned everything for a call they could not comprehend. Dressed in all-encompassing black, they marched north, their eyes blank, their minds empty of all but a single, inorexable goal. They barely spoke and did not eat or sleep. Some died on the way.
For those who survived, their goal was still ahead. Into the North they pressed, heedless of the bitter cold, stepping over those who fell. "Sephiroth is calling," they said, when one of their own asked them to speak. "Can't you hear him?"
In the end, Cloud did hear.Title:
Welcome to the AfterlifeCharacters/Pairing:
Biggs, Wedge, Jessie, ZackTeam:
"So. This is the Lifestream, huh?"
Wedge didn't look too concerned about being dead, but then nothing ever got him down for long. "It's nice," he commented, floating and twining with the green threads of... life, perhaps, or consciousness.
"Until we get sucked up by some reactor," Biggs put in, sour-faced.
"I'm sorry," Jessie murmured. "It's my fault."
"Hey, don't say that." The being that floated before them now wore an affable smile and a Soldier's eyes. "You can still support everyone from here. We all are."
"Who's we?" Biggs demanded.
"Friends of Cloud." The Soldier grinned. "We're the magic."Title:
Room for ImprovementCharacters/Pairing:
Makes use of this list.
"My Legions of Terror will have helmets with clear plexiglass visors, not face-concealing ones."
Rufus winced and made a small mark in his notebook. There was one strike against him.
"My ventilation ducts will be too small to crawl through."
Another mark. The guy next to him leaned over to peek at his paper. "Ouch," he muttered. "Two for two."
"Mind your own business," Rufus snapped.
The PowerPoint presentation continued unconcernedly. "I will not imprison members of the same party in the same cell block..."
Rufus groaned and thumped his head against his notebook. This evil overlord business was hard.