#honorisen

[sakurarisen]

@honorisen​​ from HERE!

Sera wanted to say no. Polishing the oversized sword he carried should’ve been easy; she could do one side and then... What? If it’d been leaning against any other wall or at any other angle, she might’ve been able to squeeze herself behind the Buster Sword and kind of fold herself into the space between it and the wall to polish the back - She’d done that before, and to just a couple of cramps for her attempts! It was possible and she knew it... But that was always when it wasn’t far more upright and leaning against a corner with barely any space between the two, and only polishing one side like she had been wouldn’t do.

“I know.” The reply was short, blonde lifting her thumb to her lips for a nibble of a short-cut nail - probably a dead giveaway to Zack she was still debating going for it on her own anyway. Was it worth it to try? Probably not; the blade was a smidge taller than she was and at least three times heavier, if not more - If it fell on her, she’d be in trouble. All the same, cleaning and being helpful was something she’d always done on her own for a multitude of reasons... And a moment later, her shoulders sagged in resignation. As much as she wanted to do it for him, she couldn’t.

“I know,” Sera repeated again, turning to face him and meet his gaze with one that resembled her nickname of Kitten far too well: Soft, curious, and trusting. She could... Let him help her like this, right? It’d be okay? “I wanted to do it for you, but I’m not... Sure I can. It’s too close to the wall. If I try and pick it up, It’ll be a kitty pancake. If you can hold it at a different angle... Or on your lap! I can clean and polish it then, and then you won’t have to before bed- And you can sleep longer.” That’d work out for a deal, right? He didn’t have to do much, and she still did the work herself!  Win-win!

#Honorisen #V; Resilient Bloom #You said I could reply to this and I totally was gonna <3 #Stubborn kitty gonna make her pup laugh at her tho and she's gonna be so confused if he does XD #Seraphina 'BUT I WANNA HELP' Fair XD #But also hope you're ready for this~ <3 #Also huzzah for first thread since getting over covid! <3 #Mostly! XD

[lcstkey]

@honorisen​ said  “That’s the most impressive sandcastle I’ve ever seen!”

The said sandcastle hadn’t been made with any tools, only wet sand. She had used the sand to create tower after tower, sometimes merging them and sometimes not. The teenage keybearer has paid attention to the detail and has even added some delicate windows and doors by gently poking them with the tips of her fingers. It must have certainly looked impressive for all of the time and hard work she had put into it.

Artemis perks up at the soldier and beams. “Thanks!”

#V: A Decade of Running | Answered #honorisen #queuesicles

[chosenbythecrystal]

@honorisen​ liked for a starter.

Noctis had read through the details of his mission several times to commit it to detail. There had been word of an anti-Shinra group down in the slums. Their intel suggested that not only were there Wutai troopers involved, but they were planning to attack the Shinra building. It was his job, alongside a fellow SOLDIER, to stop this attack before it started.

If this mission went well, there would be serious consideration into a promotion from 2nd to 1st. That’s what Director Lazard had told him. He wouldn’t get his hopes up though. He’d been told the same thing several times throughout his career, and it wasn’t lack of skill that held him back, it was trust.

It was his history.

Despite growing up under the careful watch of General Heidegger and being brought into the SOLDIER program at a young age, he was still classed as a security risk because of a betrayal committed when he was just a baby. That didn’t keep him from giving his all on every mission he undertook. He would prove himself a loyal SOLDIER.

“Hey, you’re Zack, right?” He called out as he reached his rendezvous point. “I guess we’ll be working together on this mission.”

#honorisen #verse; SOLDIER #hope this is okay #I have a little bit about his soldier verse on my verses page if you need more info

[pledgedsouls]

     || @honorisen cont. from [X]!

“Well--”

No. No Hermit didn’t. The shine had been in these tatters when they had gotten here too. Though it was quite the sad sight, before it was a lovely area.

“I do not. Perhaps human adolescents? They sometimes get... unruly. Or maybe even human adults who have had too much--what is that again? The drink that tastes bad but makes them act peculiarly. Perhaps it was that.”

Though there was nothing to gain here. Even in an odd state of mind, Hermit found it weird that if whoever did this was a human, would come to a place that had nothing finite to gain to trash it.

“Or, what is the likelihood it was something more sinister?”

#honorisen #(lmao Hermit is just like 'noo the poor bears they are innocent!') #starry wanderer [hermit] #roundtrip [queue]

[cultivatxr]

@honorisen​

It’s after midnight when the florist takes her leave. The ever discreet escape from her mother’s home unnecessary yet somehow always a second nature. She doesn’t need to sneak out like a defiant teenager anymore. She’s a grown woman. An adult in her own right and more than free to make her own choices, yet the need to draw little attention is perhaps more pertinent than most as she navigates the well worn cobbles of Midgar’s underbelly to tread closer to the place she feels most at home. 

The church is a great many things to Aerith. It is sanctuary; inspiration, a channel where the divide between reality and the lifestream is wafer thin and offers more than just a spiritual connection. It’s mystical almost, an ethereal tether to the fate she must one day live up to, a piece of herself lovingly tended and forged with the memories of an eternity she hasn’t lived…and yet it isn’t the hallowed and symbolic walls of the church itself she seeks tonight so much as it is the man within it. 

She’d said Zack could stay there now he was back from the dead. That after four long agonising years of silence, he was still welcome, even if only on the periphery of what she knew. It was supposed to be safer. To keep him away from Elmyra’s house. Away from the Turks. To let him lie low and just vanish into the crowds like so many did when they wanted to disappear in the slums. But she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t stand the thought of him left cold and alone, even in so hallowed a place, fending for scraps like a stray abandoned to the wilds of the world. 

And so she went to him, even under the inky pitch of night, to bring him the hospitality he deserved. The welcome home she should’ve given him the day he had even set foot back in her little slice of Midgar instead of chastising him for trying to survive. There’s a blanket poised between her arms as she treads across creaking floorboards, shadows dancing across well worn wood as vibrant eyes squint curiously through the darkness. 

          ❝Zack…are you awake?❞

#honorisen #Remember when we talked about this months ago? #Have some softs. #Before I start on the CC stuff.

[ghostofnibelheim]

honorisen​:

The situation was…awkward, to say the least, but Zack would try his best to hold still while Sephiroth tended to his injury. Zack thought he’d done good at it, too; only flinching a couple of times when whatever antiseptic Sephiroth was using had pricked his scrapes more than what he’d been expecting.

But it wouldn’t be the wound cleaning that’d get Zack to glance up. Instead, it’d bee what followed that’d force a confused blink from the younger First Class as he’d tried to wrap his head around what Sephiroth had said.

“ Yeah, but…why? ” Zack would question before letting a soft, but slightly insulted, huff fall out at that. “ Don’t tell me you guys didn’t want me up here that much that you had to tell the Director not to move me in? I wouldn’t have been that much trouble. ”

Even if Zack didn’t have a problem staying with where he’d been left though. He almost liked sharing a community space with the rest of SOLDIER, no matter how nice and luxurious the penthouse suit here was, which – Zack suddenly twisted his head around, trying his best to look up and down the hall without moving too much.

“ How many rooms did they put up here anyway? ”

“Just three.” The layout of the penthouse had been like this from the very beginning. A convenient coincidence, he’d thought in the past. Or maybe it had simply been a matter of the company deciding from the start that there would never be more than three First Class at any given time. But…

But now, with all of what had happened.. with the bug that Genesis had put in his ear ever since their last encounter during the attack in the headquarters, Sephiroth couldn’t help but think. Think that…

Had the three of them specifically always been meant to live in these rooms from the very beginning?

It couldn’t be, could it? He, Angeal, and Genesis had been brought to become SOLDIER by different circumstances. He, as an orphan taken in by the company, simply happened to have the right aptitude to climb the ranks. The others had followed a few years after, inspired by his fame in the war. A story that could be told for a vast number of candidates who’d never reached the top.

But was it really just a coincidence, or was he trying to dismiss a truth he didn’t want to face? The thought had his frown harden a bit, and his final wipe on Zack’s wound was a bit harder than it should have. Still, he did not apologize, and proceeded to bandage the cleaned bite marks with gauze, finally addressing the question he had originally avoided.

“… I didn’t want their things to be removed to make room for another.” In case they came back, he could add. But those words were as empty as they could be. Genesis and Angeal had deserted; both had already been declared killed in action. There was no ‘coming back’ such as that, even with a successful capture.

Locate and execute. Those were the orders.

How pathetic, he told himself. Fully knowing that, he’d held Zack back for nothing. Some whimsical attachment to belongings that weren’t even his. It wasn’t as if an empty room would urge neither Angeal nor Genesis to return. Clearly, they had left nothing behind that would be missed.

Huffing that self-deprecating irritation through his nose, he finished securing the bandage around Zack’s hand and finally looked up from it.

“But I think it’d be easier if you did move in, now. For the dog.” He added that last bit like he felt there was a need to specify to whose benefit this decision had been made. Pride, maybe. He could still fall into childish behaviors like that.

#01B || This goes on your permanent record. [IC: Sephiroth] #12H || We will meet again soon. [Zack Fair] #02C || εγλ 0000/0002 [Canon Verse: Crisis Core] #Honorisen #00H || I've seen this before. [Transfer from Primary Blog]

[shinrarisen]

She feels a wave of nope coming on, and it’s originating from Zack-

#IC; Cissnei #Overhearing Secret Orders [Dash Comentary] #Honorisen

[snow-dxnce]

@honorisen | Continued from here

“Oh, come on- Don’t be so pessimistic,” Eve said, despite being almost the epitome of pessimistic herself. She understood the irony of it, hence the ill-hidden laughter in her voice, but it didn’t deter her in any way. 

Still, though, she knew an opportunity when she saw one, even if it was something as unsavory as working with Scarlet. 

“Maybe it would be better if I came with you. I’ve got no pending assignments...” She trailed, lips curling up into a smile. 

“I need something to do. And whatever it is they’ll have you do, I’m certain it can be done even better with the two of us.” 

#verse: crisis core #honorisen

[bountyrisen]

@honorisen​ from HERE!

“Someone, hm?” Made sense - The bar had gained a reputation in town enough to become a suggestion to strangers, though all the same, Lia didn’t doubt he’d catch her occasional glances to his eyes and hands, or how her smile seemed to be a bit wary, at best. Though she was always one to welcome and rarely judged her customers, even she couldn’t miss those eyes, nor just what they meant and the shiver the memory sent rolling down her spine.

Even so, it took a moment before she shrugged her shoulders and let out a sigh - a sign he was safe there by her own code and she wouldn’t ask anything without having it offered to her, first. If he was there to cause trouble, he would’ve shown signs of it on walking in the door, palms slowly pressing them to the counter between them. “I’ll take that as a no, then. We’ve got specials today - Wanna hear ‘em? Should give you some energy for any traveling you’ve gotta do. Especially since whoever your ‘someone’ is’s got good taste - He happen to be a blonde with eyes like you?”

Well, nobody said she couldn’t guess it was the local goofball, anyway. Wasn’t prying if he was her idiot, right?

#Honorisen #V; Eyes On The Sky #IC; Lia #AGES LATER I REPLY TO THIS- #Feel free to ignore it if you want! <3 #Lia just wanted to say things either way XD

[digitalmadness]

{Continuing from (x) for: @honorisen }

✦ Muse: Mᴀᴋᴏᴛᴏ Mᴀᴋɪᴍᴜʀᴀ

❖

The fact Makoto gotten into some kind of trouble shook her up. While yes, she came out with litter of cuts and bruises, she isn't sure if she actually had more than that. Plus, she did hit her head, which made her worried. By a lot that is.

Pressing her lips together, Makoto shifted in her spot on the edge of the seat. Her gaze lifting upwards towards Zack, catching the last bit of him inspecting her as if he's a dog. In most cases, she would have thought of it as cute. Not this time. Her anxiety had risen by a lot, overriding anything else.

❝No.❞ A shake of her head, which caused her to flinch. The ache in her head caused her to freeze. ❝I......I suppose I should have paid more attention. Either way, thank you. For coming to my rescue.❞

#honorisen #ic interaction #✢↭ Tʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ʜᴏʟᴅs sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴘᴏssɪʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs ↭✢

[sakurarisen]

@honorisen​ from HERE!

“...Weren’t you worried about how much I ate just last week? Having enough food is a priority, isn’t it?”

It was a weak excuse and Sera knew it, setting aside her folded shirt and reaching for another. Times like this, she was glad her odd jobs had often included housekeeping; folding was a quick and easy task, and helped keep her hands busy rather than fussing and fidgeting with the hem of her shirt or pulling at the leg of her pants over the thoughts rushing around her head. Was this the right timing? Could she pull off everything she needed to without raising suspicion if it wasn’t? Probably not... But then could she skirt around it, if needed?

She wasn’t sure - And that meant abandoning her folding in favor of turning her thoughts to another topic: Work. “I wanted to make sure we have enough food for the trip overall - You fuss more about my eating habits than I ever have, and it’s not like our destination is any too close, either. I know it’s a delivery and meeting up with someone for another job while we’re there, but it’s still a big deal, you know?” Or rather, it would be a big deal - The delivery was nothing more than an overseas order needing to get to its destination, but the mercenary work waiting for them when they got there...

Her next reach was for an apple slice on a nearby napkin, replacing her usual nervous fidgeting this time with a nibble of a snack - Something else highly unlike her. Food had always been a ‘leave it’ whenever she was given the choice between ‘take it or leave it’, a result of a multitude of reasons, but right now it was a nice distraction from the butterflies in the leopard’s stomach. “It’s best to be prepared - You have the package, right? And I don’t mean the eight apples I bought yesterday, though...?”

#Honorisen #V; Frigid Fates #IN WHICH THIS IS LATE but one GI kitten for her GI hubbywoof <3 #And some Pom apologies if this reads funky XD #You needed the actual cat today tho after last night's adventures XD #WHICH REMIND ME I still need??? To draw Sera for this verse???

[legacydriven]

@honorisen​ from HERE

“Uh-uh.” The reply was almost instantaneous; he’d been out and about briefly that morning, running a quick ‘errand’ for his mother, but it’d been nowhere near the site of the exploded reactor. He knew better than that, especially when the site did little other than make him feel like his head was about to explode - Best to make sure his distance from it was known first and foremost, he decided, slowly curling into his father’s hold like the action alone would make his aches and pains vanish. Of course, it wouldn’t, but he could pretend, right? Zack was supposed to be some kind of magic, anyway!

Just like he could confirm he’d not eaten anything new or weird, pulling back just long enough to grab his plush chocobo and re-curl himself right back into Zack’s torso. His head had been throbbing for hours, steadily getting worse as the day’d gone on, his stomach flopping and twisting, appetite all but gone... Familiar symptoms, even to him, but why? He’d been good this time, peering up with a tired gaze; was it something in the house? “Momma had me go pick up laundry th’ wind blew away int’ the trees.” Not much of an ‘errand’, really, but with how far into the jungle they’d flown, it’d sure felt like it, regardless of his use of Momma over Mom - a surefire sign something was off.

“Maybe th’ clothes bit me? Can pants bite?”

#Honorisen #V; On The Horizon #And +1 sick smol pup <3 #He was a good boy Zack he promises! No reactor for him! #Jut a trip a little too far into the jungle chasing clothes blown around by the wind <3 #*just #He saved your shirts tho XD

[ofstarsandskies]

@honorisen Hope you don't mind a lil' Modern AU schtuff

“Hey, Zack? If you're waiting on a table, can I ask something?" Ludger wanted to ask during class earlier, but Mr. Reigan deducted points for any distractions. "Isn’t it a bit scary to know if you do enlist after graduating, you might have to... turn your skills on other people?” Ludger’s 'enemies' as a chef were relegated to bugs, mice, and rotten ingredients. Soldiers, on the other hand, fought other people, possibly to the death. Ludger couldn't imagine staring down someone ready to hurt him.

But maybe that's the difference for soldiers: they could handle the pressure...

“S-Sorry, that’s probably weird to ask during work. My mind drifts off to weird places on slow service days.” Emphasis on slow-- he and head chef Lana almost never restocked the cake and pie display cases until after closing. And here was Ludger, getting all philosophical while decorating a strawberry red velvet cake. "Um, if Lana and I wrap up on-time, would you want to stay after hours for cake? Old display items are 'first come, first serve' to employees."

#honorisen #au;; An Ordinary Life #[Bit late to post this but I am here at last!] #[Figured in this Ludger and Zack could work at the same cafe.] #[Where Ludger's in the culinary program but the two have gen eds together.]

[nanakithewarrior]

honorisen​:

“ Uh, yeah…that’s what I meant! I was just trying to lighten the mood some with that, that’s all. ”

Though Zack really doubted the creature in question was the type to laugh at jokes, though the teen could barely blame him either. If he’d been the one with a paw stuck in a trap and stuck beyond what he could get out of him, Zack probably wouldn’t have been laughing at anything either.

So Zack would step forward to grab the rope – hopefully not putting any more pressure on the feline’s rear leg than what was necessary before he’d yank at the string. With a few quick tugs, the rope broke from its hold, eventually leaving Nanaki with a loose noose around his back forepaw that he hopefully could’ve untangled with a few swift bites from sharp teeth.

“ There. How’s that? That trap really wasn’t that bad to deal with. At least I know getting that loose has gotta feel tons better. Right? ”

That the boy would consider the trap trivial was yet another jab at the poor beast’s pride; he’d spent a good part of that day trying to free himself from the damn ropes.

But the newfound freedom washed him with welcome relief, and he was quick to snag the remaining of the rope off of himself with his teeth, spitting the broken end of it with a disgusted scoff.

A shake of his head let the messy mane settle itself back in place; the parts of his coat where the ropes had pressed and rubbed were itching to be groomed, but Nanaki wouldn’t do that here, in this place… with this person watching him like a gold chocobo had appeared before his eyes.

For a minute, he didn’t answer. Staring at the human with grumpy suspicion and distrust despite the help received. Then finally, he found his word again, and it was bitter.

“You say that like you weren’t the one to set it up.”

#01 || Son of Seto [IC: Nanaki] #12C || A two-legged cub. [Zack Fair] #honorisen #00h || i've seen this before. [transfer from primary blog] #02B || ΕΓΛ 1984/0005 [CANON VERSE: BEFORE SHINRA]

[petitprincekiryu]

★ josh's gotta answer one of these for zack for sure c:<

✘;; Send my character a ★

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you ( your hair ) // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart ( puppy smart ) // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better  

#( asks. )┊✝ 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 -- ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ʀᴇᴛᴏʀᴛꜱ ;; #( verse. )┊✝ 𝐻𝑒'𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶 𝐹𝑜𝓁𝓀 𝒯𝒶𝓁𝑒 -- ʜᴏɴᴏʀɪꜱᴇɴ ;; #honorisen #( there's a reason why #your muse has ' honor' in it's name #and mine doesn't #he's such a brat #but totally MEANS WELL #he's starting to see him #like the small brother he never had??? #i mean... #he doesn't 'pout' as much #with others as he does with yours #or toss his psychokinesis oftenly #just saying xD )

[ghostofnibelheim]

honorisen​:

Sephiroth really did have that ‘always combat ready’ state of mine down pat, didn’t he? Zack was almost glad he didn’t have to voice that sleeping in a war bunker back in Wutai or being shoved inside a caravan on their way to their next assignment versus sleeping at HQ were two totally different things.

Here, Zack had space – and definitely expected space enough to sleep in his own bed. Or, well…a couch that’d apparently work like a makeshift bed until Zack could figure out exactly where in the First Class suites he’d be staying as he nodded.

“ Yeah, I guess- ” At least the sofa in question was big enough to act like a bed and Zack wasn’t picky, even if he couldn’t imagine Sephiroth’s own personal bed being anything less than the best Midgar gil could buy. He wouldn’t ever sleep in it with Sephiroth around, but that’d spurred a question-

“ So, when your next assignment? Y’know, like outside of Midgar? ”

Sephiroth had gotten accustomed to Zack’s nature of firing off questions seemingly out of the blue, connected to the conversation by threads so thin he could hardly understand. But nonetheless, he raised a curious, somewhat suspicious brow at that.

“… Already thinking of having this place all for yourself? I hope you’re not thinking of throwing a party.” He said, so dry it was impossible to tell whether this was one rare moment in which the silver First made an attempt at humor, or was dead serious.

Looking towards the large windows over the city, he still had the good manner to respond to the brunet’s curiosity.

“Until Lazard’s position is properly replaced, the responsibility to direct the Department falls on me. I will not be leaving the city… until it is necessary.” ‘Necessary’ being a word of vague meaning lately. Sometimes it involved duties only he could see through. Other times… things he wanted to take care of himself.

Sephiroth was growing sour with just how personal his job had become of late. Which was ironic, considering that up until now, he had very little to be called a ‘private life’ outside of work.

“You and I are the last First Class operators left.” He reminded Zack after a pause, glancing over his shoulder. “I might end up ‘pushing’ more assignments on you in the future.”

#01B || This goes on your permanent record. [IC: Sephiroth] #12H || We will meet again soon. [Zack Fair] #02C || εγλ 0000/0002 [Canon Verse: Crisis Core] #Honorisen #00H || I've seen this before. [Transfer from Primary Blog]