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lucetilogs2008-05-04 12:00 pm
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Who: Tifa Lockhart and Cloud Strife
What: Fight!
When: Shortly after their exchange in the journals.
Where: Outside House #50
Summary: With event!Tifa spewing out curses while brandishing matches and knives, Cloud steps forward to defendhis their brood.
Rating: PG-13 for language & violence?
When she stepped out of the house, Tifa had a brilliant grin on her face. She looked more or less like her usual self, but the only problem was, the grin was horrendously out of place. Cloud was waiting as she knew he would be, and frankly, she didn't care about what happened to the children at all. As long as she got her fight. As long as they shut up.
A packet of matches was clenched in her hand, ready to set the house ablaze, children and all. Hell, it would make things much more fun. Too bad she wouldn't get to see their faces when the house toppled over, burning and burning and burning--
"Clou~~d," Tifa waltzed forward (and then she laughed clasping her hands together), a knife safely tucked away for later use. "Are you ready?"
What: Fight!
When: Shortly after their exchange in the journals.
Where: Outside House #50
Summary: With event!Tifa spewing out curses while brandishing matches and knives, Cloud steps forward to defend
Rating: PG-13 for language & violence?
When she stepped out of the house, Tifa had a brilliant grin on her face. She looked more or less like her usual self, but the only problem was, the grin was horrendously out of place. Cloud was waiting as she knew he would be, and frankly, she didn't care about what happened to the children at all. As long as she got her fight. As long as they shut up.
A packet of matches was clenched in her hand, ready to set the house ablaze, children and all. Hell, it would make things much more fun. Too bad she wouldn't get to see their faces when the house toppled over, burning and burning and burning--
"Clou~~d," Tifa waltzed forward (and then she laughed clasping her hands together), a knife safely tucked away for later use. "Are you ready?"