FFVII: The Soap Opera

[Dincht]

Final Fantasy VII: The Soap Opera​

Cloud-FFGuy
Aeris-Aerith Gainsborough
Vincent- Shenorai
Cid-Damo
Reno-Jimmy
Rufus- The Legendary Wullfe
Zack-Eidolon (<---Who knows where they are?!)
Sephiroth- Julius Argexis
Tifa-Tifa_TRUE_Lockheart (<---I assume has forgotten XD)​

(Any questions or you want to join, feel free to join as another character here --> FFVII Soap Opera signup)​

All characters are residents of Nimbelheim..For now at least..So that's where it'll all begin ​

If anyone is still confused as to how this works, here's a small example:​

Cloud, just waking from his deep sleep, decided to go for a walk around the town; hoping to run into someone he knew. As he left the house, he was welcomed by a cool breeze. It was so refreshing. Over in the distance, Cloud could see Cid...​

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[Rorolina Frixell]

cloud woke up to the sound of screaming thinking some monsters were attacking he picked up his buster sword and went outside to investigate. once outside he saw cid fighting off some monsters that were attacking aeris upon this he charged at them and cut them clean in half and then turned round to make sure his friends were okay.

 

[Senor Senior]

OOC:

I RP in the following manner:

::Indicates action.::
"Dictates speech."
(Expresses unspoken thought.)

IC:

"Give me something to believe in, 'cos I don't believe in you anymore, anymooore!"

::The soulful sound of Maroon 5's music drifts through the air on a warm summer afternoon. A scent, reminiscent of roses lingers about, carried on a cool breeze. With a yawn, Rufus rises from the mountain of paperwork he'd been buried under and stretches. Rubbing his eyes, he considers the rest of his day.::

Rufus: (I could use a breather. Stuck here running the world while everyone else is out there enjoying this beautiful weather.)

::Walking over to a small glass table, he picks up a cup filled with some dark viscous liquid and takes a hearty swig and grimaces.::

Rufus: (I lead a tough life...)

 

[Jimmy]

RENO:

*wakes up with a hangover*

"My head hurts...i just knew three bottles of vodka were to much for me...might as well get up..."

 

[Dincht]

ooc: i like the idea of (using brackets for personal thoughts ) May steal it!

"Dammit!" Cid's first word of the day. it had been 10 minutes since he woke from his glorious sleep and he had cut himself shaving. Not the best start to the day, well, not for Cid anyway. He was anything but calm.

Deciding not to dwell on the throbing pain that was occupying his cheek, Cid continues downstairs into the kitchen. He flicked the kettle on and gazed out of the window. The kitchen overlooked the town; Nimbelheim was so quaint. Everyone knew each other, not to say everyone liked each other, and there was always a pleasant feel in the air.

Opposite his house, Cid could see Rufus drowning his sorrows.

Cid:(Poor guy. He needs something to help him unwind. Unlike me, I'm never stressed...Will this damn kettle never boil?!)"

 

[Shenorai]

((You know, Jimmy, you don't HAVE to state who your character is as the first word in your post. You can pretty much type out what's going on and we'll be able to catch who it is during the post. ))

The shades were drawn in the ShinRa Mansion, leaving the rooms within in a state of darkness. The mansion itself was still rather dismal, for its current inhabitant didn't bother to go outside and do so much as tend to the lawn. Weeds were entangled within themselves, patches of crabgrass sprouted here and there, several patches of grass were already brown and dead. It was obvious that the trees here were quite dead, though no one bothered to go in and chop them down.

Inside a bedroom upon the second floor of the mansion, the hiss of a flame springing to life nearly echoed throughout its halls as a match was struck. The slender fingers holding the match carefully held the match to the wick of a nearby candle, not pulling away until the wick caught fire. He easily shook the stick, extinguishing the fire with such motion. The candle's glow caused several shadows to spread across the room, giving the space a generally creepy feeling to most. Across the room, close to the door, were several articles of clothing either hanging on a peg or sitting on the floor. Among them was a crimson cape, a black glove, and a pair of boots with metal guards over the toes.

Vincent sat up on his bed, grabbing his crimson bandanna off of the nightstand and tying his hair in a loose ponytail. Even if it was a little messy, due to his claw, it still kept his black hair out of his face. He normally spent his days lingering inside the mansion, unless he needed to go out to purchase some food and other supplies. With a sigh, Vincent reached under his bed with his claw, extracting a thick book with rings binding it together. He cradled it in his lap as he flipped open the first page.

This book was not for reading, of course. Inside were rather crude, charcoal sketches of the same woman drawn in different poses. Clothed of course, for those of you having dirty thoughts (shame on you!). Vincent stroked his fingers over the 'cheek' of one of the better drawings.

A rather hushed, "Lucrecia," barely escaped his lips.

Once he came to an empty page, he placed the book carefully upon his pillow. This time, he had to get off of the bed and crouch down onto the floor to see if he could grab the used stick of charcoal and a bottle of hair spray out from under the bed. Apparently, Vincent had taken up this sketching recently, which would account to the roughness of the drawings. Not to mention, the subject at hand only lingers as an image in his mind now.

As Vincent laid on his stomach and pressed the stick onto the paper, he paused. Something was bothering him, making him too uncomfortable to draw his lost beloved. With a sigh, he placed the stick on the page and propped his arms up on his elbows. He knew exactly what it was and it lingered in his left forearm.

"Annoying piece of shit," Vincent cursed as he twisted the bottom of his golden gauntlet. "Too tight."

The gauntlet loosened well enough for Vincent to slip out his arm. To the contrary of what most people thought, his left arm was perfectly normal and quite symmetrical to his right arm. He just kept the annoying thing on to reinforce the story of that Hojo guy experimenting on him. The story was true, yes, but he never touched his left arm. Ol' Vinnie just used it as a scary reminder of that story.

Vincent knew that if someone was going to come see him, he could hear them and would be able to put the gauntlet back on before they entered the room. For the time being, though, he placed it on his nightstand. Now much more comfortable, he picked up the stick and began yet another drawing of Lucrecia to fill his sketch album.

 

[Senor Senior]

ooc: i like the idea of (using brackets for personal thoughts ) May steal it!

OOC: I wouldn't mind if ya did. Help yourself, my friend.

IC:

::By now, Rufus has left his usual long white overcoat and dress suit in favor of something far more fitting for this sort of weather. He stands in front of his full length mirror, inspecting himself.::

Rufus: (Silly, I know. However, if I were to dress as formally as I like there would be no way I would survive this dead heat.)

::Rufus is now wearing white shorts that fall a little beneath his knees. The style is reminiscent of Zell's shorts, from the next Final Fantasy. A plain white t shirt and flip flops complete his outfit. A medium length silver chain secures the wallet located in his back pocket to his front belt hook. Satisfied, he returns to his window and gazes out at the town beneath him. As he surveys his domain, his glance happens to stumble over Cid, struggling with some meaningless kitchen appliance.::

Rufus: (Even though he's poor and old, he seems happy. I wonder what the secret of his simple pleasures are?)

::As he continues to peer at his neighbour, he tilts his head pondering his present dilemma.::

Rufus: (It's decided.)

Rufus: "I'll go out. I'm taking a break. Perhaps I can learn what makes these little people tick."

::In a flash, Rufus has left his lonely, less than humble abode and is heading over to where Cid lives. On his way out he grabbed a rather large, straw, sunhat and dons it for two reasons.::

Rufus: (Not only will this keep the sun out of my eyes, it will also help to conceal my identity and ward off unwanted attention.)

Rufus: "Man I'm a genius!"

 

[Jimmy]

OOC: I know but i think it helps everyone remember who everyone is...i´ll keep it if you guys don´t mind.

RENO

After taking a hard cold shower and eating some leftover pizza for breakfast Reno steps into the street just to take a look around

Reno:"Too much sun..."

An old guy aproaches him...

Old guy: You shinra people when are you leaving town?

Reno looks at the old man still half a sleep.

Reno: Whaaaa? Go ask the big guy old geezer...i´m just walking around...

After saying this Reno walks down the street.

 

[Dincht]

Fed up with waiting for the kettle to boil, Cid stormed off. The problem was, he needed his daily morning coffee otherwise he could become slightly grouchy and abbrasive. More so than usual anyway.
Grabbing a pair of sunglasses on the way, Cid headed out the front door and into the glorious sunshine which illuminated the whole of the town.

He slowly raised the glasses to his eyes and began to strut to the nearby store.

Cid:(God I'm cool.)

Little did he know that while he thought he was so cool, most of the town just thought he was in the middle of a nasty mid-life crisis.
Off in the distance, was Reno. Cid was far from a fan of Reno's brand of arrogance, but the two rarely crossed paths.
Nearby Reno was Rufus; one of the usual recluses from Nimbelheim.

Cid:(Well, aren't we all Turk'd out today!)

Cid approached Rufus and tried to supress the laughter, what on earth was he wearing? This usually well spoken, well respected guy, looked like a tennis player!

Cid:"Hey, Rufus...Dress in the dark by any chance?"

Cid burst out laughing and was practically rolling around on the floor; no body loved his sense of humour more than himself. Rufus especially, was not a fan of it.

 

[Jimmy]

RENO:

*spots Cid laughing like a maniac*

When he passes by he says with a sarcastic voice...

Reno:" Luckily there´s always a bigger drunk than myself...talk about a weird dude!"

As he says this he aproaches the President wandering what was on the agenda for the day.

 

[Senor Senior]

Cid:(God I'm cool.)

OOC: ROFL!

IC:

::As Cid emerges Rufus halts momentarily, openly gaping at his rather out of place spectacles.::

Rufus: (That's odd, doesn't he usually don goggles?)

::Upon hearing the older mans insult Rufus rolls his eyes in exasperation.::

Rufus: (He never quits, does he? No matter how much we cry and beg and plead, he still has to continue making those corny jokes...)

::After Cid comes to a stop from his fit of laughter, Rufus begins his witty retort.::

Rufus: "Quite done there, old fellow? And I do, stress the word 'old' for we all know you're old enough to be my deceased fathers great, great grandfather. Truth be told, Cid. Those glasses don't suit you. However did you manage to come across them? You probably mugged a boy half your age, didn't you?"

::Even though Rufus spits the words with vehemence, neither takes much offense to what the other says. This is a ritual practiced by the inhabitants of this lazy town. It's the norm. Both know that as long as they remain within the boundaries of Nibelheim, they will get along and no ill will will be put into practice. They're simply saying "hello" to each other.::

::Not yet done, Rufus brushes some nonexistent dirt off his shoulder with his fingertip.::

Rufus: "And I'll have you know, that this shirt is construct of the finest mater-"

::Rufus stops halfway through his tirade, as his bright haired cohort Reno walks up...::

 

[Jimmy]

RENO

Ignoring Cid and his horse laughter Reno aproaches the president...

Reno:"Hey boss...this town is lame man...when are we gonna be on our way? Anyway...what´s on the schedule for me today?"

 

[Shenorai]

((Horse laughter? That's what Heidegger's known for, not Cid. ))

It wasn't long before Vincent realized he had to go out today. Unless he wanted to eat his drawings (which, by the way, is no way to get your fiber), he needed to go shopping. Unfortunately for him, the stores weren't open at night. With a sigh, he stashed away his book and blew out the candle.

Despite the heat, he still donned his cloak and pulled his gauntlet back on. He untied his hair and wrapped the bandanna around his head. Most people would've thought he was crazy for wearing this much during a heat wave. Then again, ol' Vince had nothing else for today's temperatures. It was warm inside as it was, with scarcely any light. Who knows what sweltering temperatures await him beyond his front door.

Vincent pocketed his wallet of gil and stepped out into the world of light. His red eyes squinted as he walked along, obviously not too used to walking about in broad daylight. Vincent was already beginning to sweat as he walked off of his grounds and towards the nearest store.

A familiar obnoxious laugh cut through the air and Vincent paused mid-step to glance over. Apparently, Cid had stumbled across Reno and...wait, was that Rufus with him? Vincent stepped closer, the man beneath the hat becoming more familiar with each step. He only stood a mere twelve feet away from the group by the time he truly recognized the man as Rufus. Cid was laughing for good reason.

During the laughter fit, Cid's sunglasses had fallen to the pavement, not breaking, surprisingly. Vincent smirked and walked over to pick them up, standing as he slid the sunglasses up the bridge of his nose and let it rest there.

"Hey Cid, can I have these? Thanks," Vincent said as he walked off. He mostly stole his sunglasses just to tick him off. Vince found Cid's fits of anger even funnier than his fits of laughter.

 

[Dincht]

As Vincent walked off without so much as look over his shoulder, Cid halted his laughter and instead looked on in amazement. He didn't like being made a fool of, especially not in front of Rufus and Reno; they wouldn't let him forget it.

Cid glanced up and saw Reno with his huge arrogant, smug grin on his face. Rufus on the other hand, didn't seem bothered about anything; of course he must have felt above it all.

Cid: (I've gotta find a way to get Vince back...And make Rufus crack a smile while I'm at it!)

Reno opened his mouth with a witty remark just dying to escape. To avoid giving him the satisfaction, Cid walked off, with a complimentary shoulder barge to Reno on the way past.
There was a cafe just around the corner, Cid's next destination. They sold coffee and he needed it desperately.

He walked along the stone path, kicking up clouds of dust and debris along the way. Despite his lack of caffeine, Cid was in a upbeat mood. Today, he was going to work on the Tiny Bronco. It had been sitting in his garden for a month now and needed repairing and revamping; it was beginning to look delapidated.

Cid: Crap! I need to get a part for the Bronco, and Vincent has it in the mansion.

He hung his head in disbelief. Sure, it was always only friendly banter between the two, but Vincent would never let Cid forget that he did him a favour.

 

[Shenorai]

Unlike most people he knew, Vincent was a relatively quick shopper. Then again, he wasn't picky about eating the same thing three times a week either. It wasn't long before he emerged from the small mart with a paper bag of groceries held in each arm. Besides food and other needs, Vincent bought two pairs of sunglasses. He had some extra cash on him, so might as well. Since the ones he swiped from Cid had a nice scratch on it from being dropped, Vincent decided to get a pair of his own, slender glasses. They looked much better on him than Cid's rounded ones anyway.

As Vincent passed by the cafe, he paused to see Cid griping at the counter. The waitress was rolling her eyes as she topped off his mug. By now, Vince guessed that he was on his second or third cup of coffee. Though the waitress was rather used to Cid making complaints about nothing, it was obvious that she still found it annoying. Vincent felt his pocket for his wallet. Though relatively slimmer than earlier, it was enough for his own cup o' joe.

The bell upon the door jingled as Vincent juggled his groceries while trying to yank the door open. The bell's incessant ringing continued for a good five or six seconds before the door was pulled open and was shut with a quiet hiss. Of course, the eyes of the other customers glanced up at Vincent for a brief moment in silence. Though it was a rarity to see the cloaked man in the coffee shop, the customers still returned to their banter as though it was just one of the regulars.

Vincent took long strides to the counter and selected the second seat away from Cid, placing the paper bags he held on the tiled floor. As he sat up, he pulled two pairs of sunglasses from one of the bags and placed them on the counter, close to his old friend. One pair was Cid's. The other was a pair of dark aviators that Vincent found, figuring it would suit the pilot much better.

"Can I git ya somethin'?" The waitress asked, ignoring Cid for the moment and plucking her notepad out of her apron.
Vincent waved his claw as though he just wanted to get to the point. "Hazelnut. Black," was all he said. Guessing that the wave was more or less a dismissal, the waitress walked off to complete the order. She seemed a little put off that Vincent didn't want to bother with conversation, but that was just how he was.

Vincent pulled his glasses off of his long nose and let them dangle from his fingers. He glanced over at Cid and asked, "...so what was with Rufus' getup?"

 

[Dincht]

Taking the glasses from Vincent in a nonchalent manner, Cid mounted them upon the top of his head.
"I don't have a clue. Maybe he's trying to fit in with the normal people, instead of being all high and mighty all the time."

There was a brief silence, neither of them need speak a word to each other. There was a common ground of angst between the two, it's why they got on so well. That's why Cid was dreading having to ask the recluse for the part he needed.
"Look, Vince; I need a favour. I'm fixing the Bronco and you have a part that I need..."

Suddenly, something happened which Cid had never seen before. Vincent smiled.

Cid:(Great. He'll never let me live this down.)

At this point, the waitress was lingering around them, trying to listen in it seemed. What was her problem? First, she complained about re-filling Cid's coffee, which by the way comes with complimentary refills! Then she attempts to become the third wheel in their conversation.
"Look, woman! I don't know what your problem is, but I've only had three coffee's, I've just had to ask this guy here for a favour, and now you're hovering around us like a stupid little fly! What do you want?!"

He was almost growling at the waitress. If looks could kill (or cast doom), then she'd be in the lifestream. Before Cid could commence round two of his viscious onslaught, the waitress burst into tears and ran off.
"...Too mean?"

 

[Jimmy]

RENO

Seeing that the president decided to silence himself Reno decided to go wandering to Shinras mansion as he passed trough the front gate two Shinra guards greeted him...

Reno:"Hey...what´s up?"

As he said this Reno kept walking forward and entered the mansion.

Reno:"Man...this place is pretty big! Now where was the basement again?"

 

[Shenorai]

"Hmph...just a bit," Vincent replied, holding up his hand and nearly pinching his fingers together, as though to emphasize the 'bit' part. His own sunglasses were set in front of him with a quiet plastic clatter.

At least the waitress lingered around long enough to get Vincent's coffee poured and served. He pulled his cloak down a bit and raised the mug to his thin lips, sipping the hot liquid slowly. He doubted they were going to get any refills at this end of the counter any time soon, so he was savoring the taste. Obviously, he didn't speak until the ceramic cup left his lips.

"You know...I do recall that one time...I'm sure you still remember."

Vincent watched Cid with an almost cruel smirk. He loved watching Cid whenever he brings that up. It was very amusing indeed.

 

[Jimmy]

RENO:

Climbing up the stairs of the front hall one of those pumpkin monsters showed up...Reno prepared to fight.

Reno:"Whatever like if i have a problem with these things"

One single hit with his rod was all it took to get rid of the flying pumpkin.

 

[Dincht]

With a deep sigh, Cid reluctantly nodded. There was only one other occasion where he needed Vincents help; about a year ago. Not to dissimilar to this occasion, it was to do with the Bronco. The one difference was that it had nothing to do with a spare part. If only it were that simple. The problem was, Cid needed to push the Bronco around the back of his house, but wasn't strong enough along, and needed Vince.
"Let it go, man. I could've done it myself you know."

Cid didn't believe that any more than Vincent did, but his pride wouldn't let him admit it. With one big gulp, he finished his coffee.
"Look, if I can have this part, I'll owe you one. Actually....two."

He began furiously nodding in the direction of the Shinra mansion; he desperately wanted that part now.
"You never know, Rufus might still be there trying way too hard to be cool. Unlike us of course, we don't need to try. Right?"
Vincent shook his head in embrassment and chuckled; he knew he was cool.

Cid:(Dammit, I forgot the rule of cool; don't say you're cool!)
Laughing gingerly, Cid hoped he hadn't made himself look to old and desperate for approval.
He grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled it forward, popping the collar up in the process and slipping his sunglasses on.

Cid:(Hell yeah. Now this, is cool...)