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Feb. 2nd, 2009 07:59 pm
urbandev: (Cait Sith)
For sale:

One animatronic cat. Fully programmed with complete consciousness. Excellent espionage skills, also cooks, cleans, and can be trusted to watch small children in an absolute emergency. Can't make coffee worth a damn, though, I really don't know why I've never gotten that to work... Full remote-control interface. Can be run either independently or manually.

Moogle chasis available for an additional fee, I suppose.

[105]

Jan. 30th, 2009 07:24 am
urbandev: (OMGWTFBBQ)
That was a less than shining example of common sense. Anita, are you-- where did you go?

[Private to Lestat//Unhackable]

I cannot believe I'm doing this.

I need your help.

[95]

Jan. 12th, 2009 10:54 am
urbandev: (bitchplease.)
I'm sure everyone here came from happy, functional families. Forcing us to talk about our homes couldn't possibly wreak havoc, City.

Hm. I can't say much about my father. He was never there. I started working for ShinRa because he wanted me to. He was an MP for most of my childhood, dispatched wherever they needed him. He wanted me to be the same, or to go into SOLDIER.

At any rate, he lived in the barracks and Mother and I kept a small house in a village just a few miles south of Kalm. She had huge gardens on every side of the house. She grew all of our food, but she really loved the flowers. Wildflowers, roses -- if it bloomed, she would grow it. And then Father was transferred -- forced retirement, more like, he was too old to fight. Work detail in Junon. He finally got an apartment and moved us to the city to be with him. We lived outside of town, in the lower water, off by the docks. It always smelled like dead fish, and nothing would grow. Mother kept a small window box, and I used to walk it out to the beach every day to catch some sunshine.

Father didn't approve when I decided to continue school rather than enlist. Even when I dropped out to work for ShinRa, he wasn't happy. Well, I might have been more of the man he'd wanted if he'd been around occasionally.

He died a little after construction was completed on Midgar. By then I had enough to buy Mother a house on the upper level. We imported soil from all over the planet for her garden. Sector 8 was the only one with natural top soil; everywhere else it was synthetic. It didn't matter. She'd really loved Father, though I'll never understand how. She stopped planting her gardens -- not all at once, but slowly. And I stopped coming by as often as I should have.

She had Denzel, the last few weeks. He helped her plant again, even though it was December. And then Meteor -- We tried to evacuate everyone, but she wouldn't leave gardens. And there were too many lives for them to stop and argue with one senile old lady. She was one of the people we didn't get out.

I think -- it was probably better. What a terrible thing to say. I don't know if they'd told her I was dead by that point, or if they'd told her I'd betrayed the company, but she was tired. The garden was all washed away by the Lifestream, anyway.

Oh. And I have no need of sugar, Deities, nor am I going anywhere near that woman to claim some.

[OOC: Info on Reeve's father is mostly fanon. All the stuff on Ruvi, however, is as canon as you consider the cracktastic short stories set between Advent Children and DoC to be. XD;;;;

As for the sugar... well, the only real enemy Reeve's got in the City is Jadis, and she's got enemies of her own, amIrite?]

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Jan. 8th, 2009 09:44 pm
urbandev: (been living for tomorrows all my life)
This is strange. I can feel -- not electricity, exactly, though it is rather like that one time I forgot to seal the circuit in the reactor, but... energy. Power. It's humming.

And it's most definitely stronger around some than others.

...What are these, prayer scripts? They must be Yuffie's, although I didn't think she had any.

Apparently, I'd best learn how to use them before I set anything else on fire.

[59]

Oct. 31st, 2008 11:39 pm
urbandev: (Awash in red)
...Apparently this bruise isn't going to be healing anytime soon. Lovely. At least the beard mostly covers it... I look like I've gotten into a street brawl.

This month is just doing wonders for my image.

[This post is not three days late, I don't know what you're talking about. Hey, look, Amelia Erhart! *points*]

[38]

Jul. 31st, 2008 12:28 am
urbandev: (Default)
I'm sorry, so sorry
That I was such a fool
I didn't know
Love could be so cruel
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Uh-oh
Oh, yes

You tell me mistakes
Are part of being young
But that don't right
The wrong that's been done

(I'm sorry) I'm sorry
(So sorry) So sorry
Please accept my apology
But love is blind
And I was to blind to see
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Uh-oh
Oh, yes

You tell me mistakes
Are part of being young
But that don't right
The wrong that's been done
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Uh-oh
Oh, yes

I'm sorry, so sorry
Please accept my apology
But love was blind
And I was too blind to see
(Sorry)


[OOC: Yeah, directly in response to this.]

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May. 25th, 2008 12:22 pm
urbandev: (been living for tomorrows all my life)
In regard to yesterday:

That was not me projecting onto the network at a volume reminiscent of Yuffie loudly.
I do not recall making vague threats directed at my cats. Or Vash.
Nor do I recall swearing.
I did not, under any circumstances, leave my residence after 10 PM and go to a bar in the lower city where I may or may not have begun a brawl.
In other words, it did not happen.

We shall never speak of this again.

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