[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?]

[91]

Jan. 6th, 2009 09:12 am
urbandev: (Z Ducky!)
[Screen on. There's a scrabbling of tiny nails across the keyboard and a soft quack.

The camera comes into focus and look who's there, standing up tall -- or as tall as he can -- and flapping his wings frantically.

The camera moves slightly and then is completely obscured by a giant cat nose, then a paw.

Screen off.]

[OOC: All replies are video, and IC, his responses can only be understood as quacking. Actual thoughts included for OOC Stewie-esque humor purposes.]

[85]

Dec. 27th, 2008 10:52 am
urbandev: (turn my back)
She's still breathing -- she's not responsive at all, and her heart rate --

Isn't there anyone left in this damned place?

[OOC: Reeve will not be answering tags today. He believes that all of his friends in the City have gone home.

She is Anita.]

[82]

Dec. 23rd, 2008 07:27 am
urbandev: (Z old man reeve)
Ha ha, City. This again.

Couldn't I be young? Just once could I be under the age of seventy?

Niko, assuming you're old enough to understand human speech, I'll still be in today.

Stupid City.

[Feel free to have your character read between the strikes. We all know how Reeve feels about age day. :DDDDDDDD]
urbandev: (OMGWTFBBQ)
[The sound of someone rolling over in bed, then the slap of that person hitting someone else, and a resounding thud as someone tumbles to the floor.]

"Who --?!"

"I could ask you the same question, but I think the answer is fairly self-evident."

"This is awkward."

"Also self-evident."

"How did I get here? Has anyone seen a small girl, about twelve, Wutaiian--"

"More importantly, where is here?"

"Will all of you please calm down? I think I know what's going on. This is my apartment."

"If you could explain?"

"Old me. You have coffee, where is it?"

"In the kitchen. And never mind. Just -- all of you sit here. You'll be gone by midnight. I hope."

"Coffee sounds divine."

"Don't go out there!"

"I really have to find my daughter. You have no idea the trouble she gets into on her own."

"What, you're going to lock us all in here? Not likely. I don't get paid vacation."

"I, also, have work that needs to be attended to."

"You'll all be home tonight, just stay put. I don't want anyone seeing you. Me. Us."

"Twelve hours? I can't leave her alone that long."

"Yes, well, I'm getting coffee. And then a cigarette. And then I'm getting out of here. Other old me, coming?"

"Absolutely. You really shouldn't smoke, you know."

[And this would be the sound of half the voices fading, footsteps, and helpless sputtering.]
[Tentatively.] "I suppose some coffee couldn't really hurt."

"Probably not." [A sigh.] "After you, then. You have a daughter?"

"Well, adopted. She's an orphan from the war. Her name is Yuffie."

[And that sound you hear is either Reeve shutting the door or banging his head against it.]

[OOC: There are slight differences among the voices, predominantly age, but they all sound pretty much the same. Have a Reeve. In fact, for today, have four. Full explanation under the cut. )

[OOC NOTE: Today, of all days, LJ comment notification craps out. I'll try not to drop any tags.]

[68]

Nov. 18th, 2008 08:40 am
urbandev: (OMGWTFBBQ)
How can we simultaneously have lost the coffee carafe, the coffee filters, the coffee itself and every mug in the house? Oh, wait, here's Yuffie's "Ninjas over Pirates" mug... I'll be dead before I --

Fine, I'll just go to the store.

Walter, I'll be slightly late to the workshop this morning. Unless you have coffee there?
urbandev: (Suicide is painless)
[Coughs]

Where --

Gaia, it hurts to breathe. Fuck.

Where am I? The last thing I remember --

What time is it?

[Beat]

...Oh.

[Beat]

I suppose the police will want to be talking to me.

[Beat]

Mr. Leandros, I'm very sorry I was not at work yesterday. Walter, I doubt I'll be seeing you this morning.

Is there anybody around?

[OOC: OK, so it hasn't been EXACTLY 24 hours. I couldn't help it. I missed my boy.]
urbandev: (been living for tomorrows all my life)
//Charming, Reeve. The unmistakable sound of someone being noisily, and thoroughly, ill.//


//Hoarsely//

NOT my daughter. Or anything else sick you'd like to throw at us, Deities.


[ooc 1: retconned liek woah

ooc 2:I'm on my mother's micro pc, which has no html brackets, so plz excuse the creative formatting.]

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Apr. 15th, 2008 10:43 am
urbandev: (Default)
Cadman,
I put Yuffie on Life Boat #8. Would you please do me a favor, find her, and make sure she stays on it?




Amanda,

Yuffie and Cadman got off -- if when the survivors get back to the City, can you try to find them? I'll send Cait to you as well.




Is there anyone still stuck below decks?

[OOC: Reeve has Cait with him, and anyone who'd like to volunteer can be rescued by a fuzzy kitten. Otherwise he will save of the NPCs. :D]

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