|This is, perhaps, the most difficult day of my life.
||[Oct. 17th, 2004|07:17 pm]
A post-FF7 roleplay
With the possible exception of the day I was stabbed through the gut. I recall that was rather unpleasant.
I seem to be destined to a world of inopportune moments and silent rages. Just as I finished with this ridiculous web-log, Rude and I were joined by Reno, who seemed rather jittery. It was shortly revealed that he had come to inform me as to my new keeper. Seeing as I had not been informed that the Turks were needed elsewhere (in which case I would have happily encouraged the President to move them elsewhere, as I have better things to do with my time than stare blankly at a wall while being stared at in turn), I was mildly upset by this news to begin with. I have grown somewhat fond of the Turks, as often as I see them. Thinking that I had heard the worst of it, I bid Reno tell me who would be replacing their presence at my side.
Well. Needless to say, Cloud Strife (savior of the Planet, destroyer of Jenova, and all-around Good Guy) would not have been my first choice of companion. I would, in fact, rather have a rabid marlboro watch over me than Strife. I believe my response to the news may have been a bit excessive, although it was the most excitement the Turks have had from me in my entire stay. Perhaps spontaneously combusting the coffeepot was not the best of ideas. I could use a cup of coffee right now.