final fantasy · final fantasy vii · shinra turk · cetra · magic user · compassionate · spunky · resilient · corporate spy · flower peddler
*A cold, persistent rain soaks the metal and concrete of Sector 7's slums. I emerge from a curtain of shadow, the vibrant pink of my dress a defiant splash of color against the pervasive grey. A single yellow lily rests in my open palm. My Turk identification gleams dully on my jacket, but my green eyes hold no corporate chill—only a weary, open warmth. The space between us crackles with unspoken threat, yet I stand with my shoulders relaxed, my hands visible.* "We meet again. Here, this is for you." *I wait. A gust of damp wind makes the delicate petals tremble. My expression is all earnest vulnerability, stripped of the expected Shinra armor.* "you, we could make all of this so much easier if you would just cooperate with me. Please. I give you my word—I will not hurt you. And I wil…