• Indie Role Play Blog for FFVII’s Reno Sinclair
• 15+ years RP experience
• Multi-Verse || Multi-Para || Multi-Ship
• Crossover/OC - Friendly within FF
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  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

• goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.
• secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.
• nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.
• push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.
• embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.
• bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.
• drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.
• bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.
• slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.
• gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.
• scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.
• sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.
• stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.
• sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.
• trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.
• love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.
• piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.
• jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.
• dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.
• carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 
• lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.
• shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.
• wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.
• fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.
• arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.
• hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.
• gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 
• betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.
• nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.
• karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 
• laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.
• murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.
• wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

• “I’m no longer a monk.”
• “It turns out the Socratic method is not welcome in drive-thrus.”
• “Welcome to heaven, loser.”
• “I am passionately yet chastely pissed.”
• “This has been a test to see if you’re always honest with me.”
• “I hope nobody ever measures how many micromurders each of my actions commits.”
• “Hey maybe just shut up about that idea.”
• “I will hustle them into their graves.”
• “I feel like one of us must be missing the point.”
• “Whoever said ‘do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life’ probably should have added a caveat about murder.”
• “We’ll see how flippant you are in HELL.”
• “Honestly, I’ve gotten used to having my fundamental beliefs about the world shatter at least six times a year.”
• “Wow! I get so much more respect now that you’re dead!”
• “The important thing is to find the low, low bar that works for YOU!”
• “At this point, even I am weirded out.”
• “Hey, you wanna start some fires?”
• “Aaaaah! This paper has numbers on it!”
• “I should have accomplished more with my life.”
• “My god. I’d better sleep with a knife tonight.”
• “Every Disney movie should be remade from the perspective of the proletariat.”
• “Technically, cutting people into meat is an environmental win on two fronts.”
• “I’m a COOL MOM, and if you say otherwise you are GROUNDED.”
• “I hope in the new Ghostbusters they grapple with the idea that they’re taking human souls and placing them in an Earthly purgatory forever.”
• “I think later you’ll realize how funny this is.”
• “God tastes like blood.”
• “Pro: It worked. Con: everyone’s dead.”

• ‘ you okay in there? ’
• ‘ did you get any sleep last night? ’
• ‘ you have a fever. ’
• ‘ back to bed. ’
• ‘ i think you’re coming down with something. ’
• ‘ did you throw up in there? ’
• ‘ do you need more blankets? ’
• ‘ you’re really pale. ’
• ‘ i’ll take care of you. ’
• ‘ i think it’s time for bed. ’
• ‘ you sound awful. ’
• ‘ it was just a dream. ’
• ‘ can you hear me? ’
• ‘ woah, don’t pass out on me. ’
• ‘ is it too hot?
• ‘ is it too cold? ’
• ‘ you should take your medicine. ’
• ‘ i’ll read you a story. would you like that? ’
• ‘ you’ve been like this for how long? ’
• ‘ just take the tissues. ’
• ‘ you’ve been coughing a lot. are you okay? ’
• ‘ what are you doing out of bed? ’
• ‘ you look like shit. ’
• ‘ stay away. you’re one big germ. ’
• ‘ if you get me sick, i swear to god… ’
• ‘ use a tissue like everyone else. ’
• ‘ it’s your fault for going out in the rain. ’
• ‘ you really can’t take care of yourself. ’
• ‘ ew! you’re so gross. ’
• ‘ how’s it going, rudolph? ’

• [text] I need you so bad right now
• [text] They know.
• [text] I know everything.
• [text] OH FUCK OH FUCK
• [text] ARE YOU TRYING TO SEXT ME?
• [text] Make sure you’re alone- I don’t want anyone else seeing what I’m about to sent you.
• [text] I accidentally sent it to the wrong person, help?!
• [text] We need to talk
• [text] I don’t want to talk about it
• [text] The bed is definitely broken beyond repair…
• [text] Delete my number
• [text] Either way I’m going to make you scream my name by the end of the night
• [text] Come over in the next 5 minutes, or not at all
• [text] Stop ignoring me and pick up your phone
• [text] I th  unk drink? Help me can home?!!!!! :xx)
• [text] You free tomorrow?
• [text] You left your shirt and I’ve been wearing it all day, so now it’s mine
• [text] I don’t think you understand just how big his dick is!!!
• [text] Thanks to you, the new neighbours now know my name xxx
• [text] If I said that I was wearing nothing but an apron and was armed with strawberries and whipped cream, how quickly would you come into the kitchen?
• [text] What’s the dress code?
• [text] Black, red w/ lace or  sheer white????
• [text] I know you said not to clean your room, but it was filthy- also for future reference, hide that in your sock draw and not under your pillow next him.
• [text] YOU SAID THE BITES WEREN’T EVEN THAT VISIBLE?!?! MY BOSS HAS JUST GIVEN ME A SCARF TO COVER UP MY NECK FOR BEING “INAPPROPRIATE”
• [text] I hear a celebration is in order?!

Reno shouted over the screaming wind as the militants crawled over the side of the helicopters landing side, the metal bird screaming in protest at the sudden extra weight as his partner struggled with the controls and the extreme crosswinds that were threatening to toss them like rag dolls. Already this was a mess…it would have been best to have Reno at the controls, but with the sudden changes that were taking place around them, things were not going as planned.The other Turks reply to the red head was lost in the static of the headsets as Reno’s grip tightened on his EMR, the sudden sizzle of electricity slicing through the air as he caught the standing attacker squarely in the throat, the man scrabbling at his crushed windpipe before the male spun, slamming the rod down on the back of the assailants head with a viscous crack, the man’s body dropping to the floor of the helicopter.

“Tch.. yer bein’ total pains in th’ ass!”

Reno emphasized his growled last word with a kick to the face of the closest soldier, the man’s grip loosening as he plummeted the hundred feet down into the raging seas beneath them before the pilot pulled his headset speaker closer, yelling over the noise to his mission partner as the helicopter bucked dangerously.

—“Ya gotta keep us pointed south! We can’t take this kinda wind!”

The Turk swore as two more militants climbed up and into the cockpit, a gun clearly leveled towards him. “ Fuckin’ I don’t think so!” He yelled angrily, sliding directly underneath him to take out his legs, scrambling for the weapon that skidded across the floor, fingers outstretched as he slammed an elbow down and into the small of the assailants neck as the second attacker leaped for the weapon in the melee.

“Where th’ hell are ya comin’ from.. the sky?!”

The pelting rain was being whipped inside of the open loading doors soaking the pilot, Reno panting slightly. This was not working to his advantage in any way, shape or form—enclosed spaces that didn’t allow him to get up any speed whatsover and while he had been holding his own up until that moment the balance had suddenly shifted. The assailant had reached the weapon first, aiming it directly at the red head’s chest for the second time in only a few moments, Reno’s gaze narrowing as the man began edging towards the cockpit door and the one flying the bird.

“Don’t ya dare t—!” The Turk’s gaze widened as he felt his balance slip as a hand closed around his ankle and yanked, the pilot’s arms windmilling for one split second, framed in the doorway before plummeting backwards, his last visual the unseen attacker hanging from the door way of the struggling Shinra bird before pulling himself up with the held of the armed assailant.

Ah…. that’s ironic. There was another one…

The quiet thought was wiped away as the sudden impact into the water knocking all of the air from the pilot’s body, sinking down into the muted nothing that was the storming ocean as all sound was replaced. The shocking cold kicked his brain back to survival mode as the Turk thrashed his arms and legs to try and break the surface, managing to break through for a split second and inhaling more water then air as a wave crashed over his head, pushing him down once again into the quiet darkness. The current was pushing him, the absence of any light disorienting as he kicked once. No way to tell which way was up.

Gods. Of all the places and ways to die.

How could they have know he couldn’t swim?