#The Golden Tsviet ~ Aurelia

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Thematic Headcanons Meme | Open

@midgarwhispers asked: hc + 🌇 for a headcanon about morning- or evening rituals. For Aurelia!

Aurelia's routine for a great deal of her life was never truly in her control. Morning tests of her energy levels and emotional state, a simple breakfast, and then on to training. Her life was spent being assisted, poked and prodded, pushed, just like anyone else in Deepground.

Her evenings were the most free, as it was usually a time for the more lax assessments, leading into her time to rest after a long day of pushing her limits. There, she would usually attempt meditation, if she felt patient and stable enough to (otherwise, it was spent staving off an episode, or failing to). Then, she would try to read or write. Usually pointless letters that she may or may not send to the other Tsviets she interacted with, primarily Rosso. Then there were times that were almost more meditation, except she would let her mind wonder. Fantasizing about days to come. Perhaps a day when she'd finally succeed in her mission of achieving the power expected of her. Of joining her fellow soldiers out on the field, aiding them, succeeding. Of even seeing the outside world, which she knew so little of at this point. And then sometimes, she'd imagine...if she was never 'gifted' the power she held, wondering what it would be like not to be under threat of your own emotions, of having so little control of your own self.

Usually, it ended up with more meditation, training, hoping she could tap into something she just hadn't found locked away in herself that would finally bring her control. Because once she succeeded, once she achieved her greatness and the expectations laid out for her, things would be right...right? She would feel like she belonged, that her life was worth living, that her purpose was present and being fulfilled, and she wasn't just a mistake waiting to be scrapped.

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~ Pride Headcanons ~

In general, for most of Aurelia’s life, she’s not had much experience to explore parts of herself to do with expression, romantic bonds and sexual bonds. That’s not to say she has had none, but more in depth and/or free and healthy exploration would be in times/scenarios where she was free of Deepground or at least ShinRa/the Restrictors control of Deepground.

However, her romantic and sexual experience lean her towards being Bi, though it being romantic and/or sexual is a bit undefined. She’s far too easy to latch on to someone if they persist in her life, especially if she admired them or looks up to them or they’ve proven themselves. Otherwise, she’s likely to cut herself off for fear of being hurt or hurting others. Sexually, she’s not the type to look for anything, but with the right person it’s easy for her to get caught up in her attraction and draw. She can get easily flustered and caught up, but also feels the need to contain herself and her desires, as high emotions are a trigger for the loss of control of her abilities before she masters them. So likely, it’s been rather pent up.

As for who she’s attracted to/inclined to romantically, she is most certainly bi. Men and women are equally appealing to her, though a key factor that usually draws her is that they’ve earned trust or respect to some degree (for example, in some verses, I see her being infatuated with and drawn to Rosso, or even potentially Nero). She is just a little bit more inclined to women, however.

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Headcanon Ask: Always Open || Character: Aurelia

@roleplay-abiogenesis2​ asked:  What is Aurelia's sleeping schedule like?

Ooooh, sleep schedule, something I hadn’t considered in depth. But now I can!

As anything with this muse, it depends on the timeline of her plot, IE being brought into Deepground and training, the tail end of her training before Deepground was sort of abandoned amidst the shitstorms ShinRa was facing with Sephiroth, and the aftermath after meteor fall. However, the general state of her sleep schedule would likely always be erratic.

This was due to the rigorous training and work she was put through for her powers, as well as because of her powers; there was no telling what dreams would overtake her and make her overheat if not have an outburst and what would follow would be whatever amount of time she needed to cool down and control and contain herself before she could trust herself to rest again. But then, even when she was awake and working through her training or whatever lab assignments she was given, if they pushed her to an outburst, she would again have to calm herself and depending on the intensity she might be prone to naps that were near impossible to stave off.

In the beginning of her time in Deepground, she likely had more well-rounded rest as things were only just beginning and she had not yet undergone the experiments that would ‘gift’ her her power. However, over the years after the initial implants were done, concern for full hours (what i would see as 8 hours more or less) of sleep would dwindle. So long as she had functional rest, it was all that mattered.

During the majority of her time in Deepground, growing and training, her sleep was uneven. Rarely was it set or structured, they simply assured she at least had three set hours through the night and perhaps two at some point of time in the day, and there were usually the scatter naps or, at times, passing out.

Later on, after Deepground broke free and were she to be on her own, there would likely be little to no structure until she found a stable life and home. She would keep separate from people as much as she could, and would likely keep on the move, never knowing if anyone would know of her and target her for any reason (people thinking she was a danger and a monster, or any remnants of ShinRa looking to use her again). She would only allow herself to rest of she could find a secure and abandoned location, given her somewhat rare, but not rare enough habit of having outbursts in her sleep.

So, all in all...a very horrible and uneven sleep schedule for most of her life, which doesn’t aid her stability one bit.

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Loud & Deafening Silence Meme | Open

@ourhearts-beatasone​ asked: ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . (Rosso and Aurelia)   +   ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . (Rosso and Aurelia)

// Combing these as well~ //

It had been half a day since she’d last spoken with anyone. A few Deepground soldiers, and some of the doctors, had been aware she was having an episode, and no matter what had provoked it, none seem to think it worth their time to work with her on it. They never did. Instead, they tossed her into her containment lobby, which was set to be locked for the usual time, over three hours which was generally far beyond her usual time but was set as precaution, or so they said.

But the outburst of fire and explosion had only lasted perhaps five minutes, more or less, this time. And yet they left her, in the heat, in the singed ground and walls, in her sweat and tears and the wounds that were known to heal on their own after an outburst, but were no less painful or saddening.

Of course, certain higher members of Deepground weren’t deemed important enough to inform. Which is why, when Rosso gave in to a whim to visit the young woman, giving in to their constant gravitational pull, she was not aware of what she would find.

Until she entered. There Aurelia lay, breathing slowly, eyes looking glazed and distant with who knows what running through her mind, in the madness, the loneliness, the despair of what was brought to life inside of her and yet lived beyond her control... Then she looked to the crimson woman as she entered, hesitating only a second to stare, but the moment Aurelia’s face contorted in an oncoming, contained sob because she couldn’t trust herself, Rosso closed the distance, with grace and a very clear lethal air only she could achieve. She knelt down, as Aurelia was choking back the sobs, vowing she would NOT let these sobs turn into an episode, that turned into an explosion, that turned into the worst possible outcome.

And then Rosso’s fingers were slowly caressing Aurelia’s cheek, thumbing under her eye, and after a deep breath, she let out a choked sobbing noise and crawled to wrap her arms around what she could reach of Rosso, clinging on like a lifeline, wanting to burn yet fighting that very sense in herself....fighting her very self, because she would not burn Rosso. Not her...

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Sexual Tension Prompt Meme | Open

@ourhearts-beatasone​ asked: [ STEADY ] : sender steadies receiver by placing their hands on their waist when the receiver almost falls against them. (Rosso and Aurelia)

“How...how does...dance...improve my battle techniques...? I’ve...barely...seen what dancing is like, Rosso!” Aurelia complained as Rosso was showing her a few moves, graceful yet fierce, and though she could pinpoint how certain moves were reflected in her battle style, this was still....abnormal. Aurelia really didn’t...understand all the point in dancing, so how was she supposed to understand it being used to fight...?

“Enough questions, Auri. Follow my lead...~” Rosso invited with a knowing smirk, and something about it set a warmth to the back of Aurelia’s neck. 

With a sigh, she finally followed said lead, doing steps carefully, giving a roll of her hips, flushing more as this all felt....strange, and she could feel the red eyes upon her and tried to not look at anything but how Rosso’s body moved so she could mimic it. Suffice to say, that had even less, as she was staring just to stare eventually, and as Rosso invited Aurelia closer, extending her hands for some sort of moves together, the ombre-haired woman tripped over her own feet, nearly falling.

But stead hands with graceful, pointed nails gripped her hips so firmly, and she steadied enough, though her hands found purchase one reasonably muscled biceps. She’d been caught and steadied, of course, but even so she found her upper half faintly pressed to the womans’ front, face level with her throat. And her eyes traveled to meet such an intent, amused, piercing gaze.

“...I-I,,,, I’m sorry.” She stutters, feeling the warmth in her face, the tingle down her spine, and then Rosso’s hand was running like tantalizing knives across her cheek for her nails to run through her hair, gripping softly, and she shivered and ducked her head. A different heat was building in her, and it felt just as dangerous, and she found herself gripping tight to the other woman. “I... Rosso, I’m feeling...”

“Alive?” 

She looked up into those red eyes again, breathless, before suddenly hiding her face in the womans chest. It didn’t help the heat throughout her body, whatsoever, it actually made it worse, but it felt as if she was able to hide like this. She....wasn’t wrong...she felt alive, but this kind of alive, it was...walking the tight rope, wasn’t it? And Aurelia....was far from balanced.

All she could do was hold tight to the woman holding her, clinging to a lifeline as much as she were embracing flames ready to eat them alive.

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Loud & Deafening Silence Meme | Open

@ourhearts-beatasone​ asked:  ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . (Rosso and Aurelia)

It had been a few days since last Aurelia had been allowed to see the Tsviet’s again, as it was--success brought small rewards like training and social time with those she was meant to fight beside, those she’d been taught and raised to follow and look to, and perhaps one day fight beside. But failure....failure brings a day in the tanks or in a lab, and a few more in solitary with a great many tests to further develop her ability past it’s weaknesses, or so they say. She hated it. It hurt, it was painful in a way she couldn’t describe, to loose that control, to be the source of pain and destruction, to burn from the inside out.... It seemed to be treatment she deserved, for failure. That’s what they wanted her to believe.

Usually, she would, for a time. Sometimes, of her own will and emotions, she would come to other conclusions and feel a hate and distaste, fear and disgust festering within her. Then sometimes... well, a rage would be coaxed. Sometimes fiercely. Sometimes violently.

Or, sometimes, just sometimes....softly...with a brush and fingers to messy, tangled hair. Hair recently washed free of dirt and sweat that had drenched her for the past few days.

When she’d been let to the secluded floor of of Deepground, set for the Tsviet’s, in the secluded lobby sections off for just her... There she was, waiting. Crimson, smirking, inviting...until she saw the state of Aurelia. Rosso’s flickering red gaze grew cold, and where it might strike fear and a fight or flight instinct in others...in Aurelia, it was a comfort, a connection, a validation....

Rosso closed the distance, running a hand over Aurelia’s face, speaking low bitter then gentle words in a language the younger did not understand, and Aurelia melted into the contact, everything falling and so, her body fell into Rosso’s secure arms.

And so there they sat, Aurelia cleaned and a bit more comfortable, and Rosso sat behind her as she ran her fingers through her mostly dry hair, then worked a comb through as well. The golden Tsviet shut her eyes, relaxing more and more, a few warm tears falling down her cheeks as she let out trembling breaths. The fire...it burned in her core, as the two sat in their hatred for their surroundings, but their comfort and care with one another, and it set the fire through her veins very differently. It was overwhelming, yes, but....empowering.

A breath in, a breath out, and another brush.

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Sexual Tension Prompt Meme | Open

@midgarwhispers​ asked: [ WET ] : our muses find one another in a torrential downpour of rain, both soaking wet.   (your choice of muse, and no need to answer it soon! You can wait on this one ✨)

Aurelia had only been free of that underworld for near a month, and in that time, she was still struggling, fighting, hiding on her own. She would wander near people, near the groups in the slums, but the moment she got overwhelmed, or even before, she would run. It was too much of a risk. Without her brothers and sisters, through pain and suffering, by her side, she felt lost. One moment she might feel capable and strong, the next, like a defenseless child, and it did nothing good for her emotional state.

At the very least, she found mostly monster populated areas to escape to when necessary, with a whole in the group carved by some of the beasts--at least there, when she lost control, she could hide, and avoid hurting other humans. Her abilities...they were forged within her to carve a greater path in the world, and to fail to control herself, was to fail in her own existence. At least, that’s what she’d been taught.

The woman, glowing, running through abandoned, beast swarmed slum sections... She had almost seemed like someone Aurelia could...endure being around. She was patient, she even seemed to understand. But...

No. She was of ShinRa, too. Her voice may be kind, her gaze warm, her features...soft, but what could she trust? Really? The civilians would fear and hate her. Her brothers and sisters had forgotten her, ShinRa had twisted her up and then abandoned her, and fate had tossed her out like garbage. Aurelia simply...wasn’t meant for anything but....existing, alone.

So she ran, even as the woman who called herself Rio pursued her. She just ran. It wasn’t until after she had an episode, and amidst cries to be left alone, and for the woman to run, she’d let out an explosion of flame around her, creating a small crater where she lay. She woke hours later, alone, not knowing whether she’d killed the woman or ran her off. But...either way, it was as it should be. With a heavy heart, she trudged on.

But then the day came, with the endless rain, and her secure hide away of carved out beast tunnels became a hazard, and she found herself climbing out into the greatest downpour of rain--her punishment for wandering to Sector 6, it would seem. Even when she found herself under cover of plate remains still above, the flood of rain from the open sky still spilled across the ground. She’d not gone this far, and found herself lost, cold, shiver, and wet, steaming as she felt herself on the verge so many times of loosing control, but she fought on.

It was as she stumbled into a pack of hounds, trying to escape as well, the ground turning on her so easily as they sensed the threat within, that she found herself spotting that glow once more. She found off a few of the beast, yet found herself watching the woman fight her way through some of the beasts as well...to...help her? To protect her? She couldn’t understand. All she knew, was that the woman was doing something, to aid her...and when she was exposed, the last remaining hounds took it upon themselves to attack. And so, without thinking, she blasted them with a Fira attack, and dove for Rio.

Tackling the woman out of the way, she dragged her away, finally finding raised ground, out of the pouring rain, hiding the woman in the shadows of arched metal that had fall into a perfect triangle, providing cover and shelter. Catching her breath, she finally found herself drawing back, looking to Rio. And in that moment, her mind registered the reality that she’d never been this close to her...or anyone, really, but Rio...the soft features, the fierce eyes, the glow of her and yet the absolutely human and vulnerable woman at the source of that glow... She was...beautiful... And this close, Aurelia could feel, she was warm as well. She didn’t realize how her body pressed against the other womans until now.

Flushing in the face, eyes flicking to the womans lips, she drew back quickly. “I...you shouldn’t have... I didn’t...” she swallowed, finding her mouth strangely dry, and she took a shaky breath before sighing. “...Thank you...”

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Aurelia || Open Starter

Light.

It hits the womans eyes with a painful sharpness, arms only strong enough to block the beating illumination long enough for her to lower her gaze to the ground and the path ahead.

She was free. So many weeks and months bound in that mako chamber. So much time in silence, so many days marching alone in the emptiness of Deepground. She was free...and how terrifying that was. All she’d known was the dark. All she’d known was the fight, and the orders, the the rebellion, and the struggle. She remembered the whispered plans to fight their way to freedom, and had imagined what seeing the true, free light of day would be like.

But this...this just hurt. And there was no one there to follow, to explain to her, to seek guidance from. Likely assumed dead due her state, hidden in the depths of the underground facility, the scrapped Tsviet had woken some weeks ago, and only barely made it out without starving or passing out due to thirst; she’d found what she could to keep going.

But now, under the beating sun, in the nausea inducing ruins of Midgar and ShinRa’s remains, she had to wonder where the going would lead her. There could be DG men and women out carving their fate, perhaps led by the powerful Weiss and his brother Nero. That had been the expectation, that is what she had believed in before she’d been locked away before she could see them succeed in breaking free. And yet, something in the wreckage left in Deepground, and perhaps something in the air, told her it was not the victory she’d imagined.

All she knew, was that she had to find them. Weiss.... Nero... Rosso...Azul...even Shelke... Surely, they or their trusted grunts and warriors, they had to be out there.

Body aching, Aurelia trudged on, jumping at every shift of stone or caw of avian beasts. It wasn’t safe out here, not alone. Oh, she was afraid. Not of what any predator following her may do once they sink their claws in, no no... No, she was more afraid of what she might do to stop the assault in its tracks. It had been too long...and she had never been more afraid of herself.

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Attack My Muse! Meme | Open

@oflockharted​ asked: % Who is your most loved person? - Aurelia

"Most loved person...?” Aurelia quirked her head, speaking soft and careful as she generally did these days since the strangers began trying to help her. She didn’t know what to trust, what to do, what orders to follow anymore and every day she spent wanting to run but...for now, she would stay put.

But she just...didn’t understand the woman's question. She imagined this was a part of assessing her history, to assess her--she had been a former...no, almost Tsviet. And after their uprising, everyone was tense and hesitant. She couldn’t say how she felt about either side because when she was first freed, she was devastated she hadn’t fought beside all the others. That she hadn’t been able to serve Weiss, fight beside Nero and Rosso.

But, love...she’d heard it, she somewhat understood the concept. But, had she ever felt it?

“....What does that matter? Anyone I could have loved, is gone now... The only ones I knew, and trusted, were those in Deepground...those waiting to break their chains.... But love? I’m sorry. I don’t...know the feeling.”

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Curious Anon Meme | Always Open

Anonymous asked:  3.) Aurelia: Have you met Weiss or Nero? What is your initial impression of them?

She stood at attention, as she was trained to, whether it was necessary or not. but the mention of the superior Tsviet’s had her awareness perked and alert, memories flooding, and no shortage of feelings as well, conflicting and curious as they swirled around one another.

“Yes...of course. I was a Tsviet among them, to a degree. I wasn’t allowed much time around them for long, but there were days of training, or lessons, which they were present for or involved in, since they were the examples and greater tsviet’s I was meant to follow...”

The second question left her conflicted

“Initial...impression... Fear...admiration...awe. They were powerful, gifted, fierce, absolute weapons as they were made to be. But even their demeanor their, it left me in awe and fascination. I wanted...to by worthy of being their equals.” she explained as honestly as she could. Though she didn’t know whether it was right to confess that, sometimes, she still felt that admiration and awe and fear. They were a goal to reach, that was stolen from her.

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#onewinged-tragedy || muses

TO BE UPDATED

Here is the list of the muses used by onewinged-tragedy, which may be subject to updates in the future. Each muse will have a nickname from purposes of addressing via asks and rp meme prompts~

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#1 Muse -- Sephiroth (onewinged-tragedy)

This blog was made primarily for Sephiroth, and is open to various verses and possibilities and timelines, so long as we talk through it and agree upon details.

#2 Muse -- Kadaj (silvershade-of-rage)

Extra muse, adaptable to most any scenario and timeline, and uses fanon AND canon concepts for his origins (canon being that he was formed solely through Sephiroths will, is a part of him, and only exists because of him -- fanon being that he was another experiment, an attempt to be another Sephiroth, which Hojo was working on, damn near one of the many clones/copies but held unique individuality but his life was ended by Hojo when he didn’t meet his expectations and so Sephiroth chose him from the lifestream because of his potential and their minor connection).

#3 Muse -- Vincent Valentine (CrimsonWings)

Extra muse, adaptable to most any scenario and timeline, and also is open to some fanon (like being-a-father fanon), as well as canon. Intent on playing his current self as well as enjoying playing him as renowned Turks member of the past, too.

#4 Muse -- Reno Sinclair (number-one-red-bastard)

Extra muse, adaptable to most any scenario and timeline. As of 12/31/20, he is a new muse (will become more natural with time), and so I strive to do my best to play his attitude, his prowess and talent, and his position among the Turks as well as I can.

#5 Muse -- OC -- Aurelia (The Golden Tsviet)

A failed Project and abandoned Tsviet, Aurelia is a burning rage bourn of the cruelty of Deepground. Made with great potential, she has an uncontrollable power that is worn as her burden, and a desire to find a purpose despite what is now her curse.

// To be continued //

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// Work In Progress. I've got a profile and concept art, but still refining the profile. I will likely add more detail, but I'm hoping to build up some of it by getting involved in so.e Deepground roleplay.

But, feel to read and offer feedback, good or constructive criticism. I'm mostly proud of her, and I'm not looking for Mary Sue critiques because I'm mostly against those definitions at this point. I'm looking to play an interesting character, but would be happy if others help me round her out to make her great.

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What would each of your muses be like if they were meditating?

+ "Oh wait, for that meditation ask, do you think you could maybe also show an example of a song or soundtrack or something that they would listen to (unless they prefer silence)?"

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Sephiroth

Used to meditate often, and on occasion still does. Past meditations were simple, and not uncommon amongst SOLDIERs--sitting in a quite space, emptying your mind, centering yourself. His later methods were a bit different, though--there was meditative sitting, but he would also expend relaxed focus on summoning the dark energy he influences to flow around him, as he believed it kept him centered and focus. MUSIC -- Before = calming flute music. After = if he were to listen to anything skin to our music, at this time? Think something like Krwling by Linkin Park (alternate version of Crawling).

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Reno

Generally not a meditator. At least, not in a traditional fashion. He isn't likely to sit or stand or lie still unless he's ordered, tied down, or asleep. Sparring or jogging or flying his helicopter, solo or in a very focused, centering zone? As close as he gets. MUSIC -- Generally something loud and eat splitting, but with either reasonably good vocals or pointed lyrics, or both. Possibly something like Disturbed, but also possibly screamo rap.

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Vincent

Coffin. Or flying. Or lying down acting like he's sleeping. That's his meditation. But even then, his meditation is less 'centering' and more 'reflecting'. He's got a lot of heavy thoughts swimming in his mind and sometimes, he just has to wade around with them. MUSIC -- I'm not being ironic, but many songs by Evanescence and Within Temptation. Female voices of power and beauty, singing soulful heartbreak and tragedy and beauty? That's what would reach him.

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Kadaj

He doesn't meditate. Has never felt the need to try, and doesn't see the point in wasting time on anything like that. He's rarely calm, only really when he's focused and working on whatever task he's laid out for himself that he is committing to with perfection. But he's not a very peaceful, or calm being, period. With that, as for MUSIC? Well, at the very least, there could be music to help drive that fulfilling focus -- anything involving an intense but beautiful electric violin.

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Aurelia _ (Newly Added, OC)

She doesn't meditate much, except when she's desperate for control. It's rarely successful, usually not so, but she tries. Always, to seek control. The closest example of music that would center, inspire, or drive passion in her? Anything Florence Welsh.

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// there you are, I hope that was satisfying! Granted, the music is limited to my knowledge so there could be better fitting music, but here's what I got for my muses~

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What might be something each of your muses might make if they had to make an email address? (Like, what would they name it? Ie "biggayred" at gmail)

And would they keep their inbox tidy and reply to things on time or would it just explode with crap and embarassing subscriptions?

// if you're the same anon that's been gracing my asks lately, just coming up with new unique asks, I just want to high five you and say thank you, because I love these.

Alright, down to business!

Reno!! He has two. Professional and private, the latter being top secret (or so he thinks, but Tseng absolutely knows about it, and may or may not have told others). His professional? Red2T7S@Gaiamail.com. He keeps it ordered and neat, and is for work use only, just rarely used to reach out casually--but generally it's somehow connected to work. But he keeps his inbox ordered according to subject matter and purpose. It's sort of been expected of them all. His private? GingerbreadYum@Chocomail.com. It's chaos, shit talking emails (he harrassed his rivals with this one), a few naughty subscriptions, an accidental spam folder. It's generally ordered, too, but like...ordered chaos. His biggest folders in his inbox are labeled Spam, Blond revenge, and Princess.

Sephiroth!! Only one email, it was set up for him. Genesis tried to convince him to update to a new one, for some individuality and a better email address, but Sephiroth didn't see the point. He only had it for important updates, addresses, and for any direct messages he might ever need to receive. It's made clear he prefers most of it through calls or in person though so, out of secret spite, his email becomes an abandoned waste land. He never check emails, never responds. His is Soldier1HLJG@Gaiamail.com.

Vincent!! He doesn't use it anymore, and barely used it back in the day when it was created. His would be order and chaos, especially now after all the years that have passed. He used it professionally for reports, and Yuffie got a hold of it and spams him now, but he says he doesn't remember the password (he does). His email is simple, with name and Turk codename, he didn't see the point of anything super fancy, so, ValentineGunslinger@Gaiamail.com

Kadaj!! He's not been around and present enough to be allowed one/to make one, but the moment someone helped him make one? It would flip flop with his mood that week--ordered, then full of chaos as he spammed people and indulged in subscriptions to distract him. Then he'd order it up again. His email, no surprise, and something he'd be proud of then regret later, MothersChosen1@Chocomail.com.

And finally, Aurelia!! She likely would have one, for a while, until the slightly more secretly rebellious of Deepground showed her how and what computer to use. They could do much, or else they'd be detected and punished but, once upon a time, it was like a game, sneaking around and seeing what they could do. And it was a way to communicate privately, before they were found out. She likely, once freed, won't bother to make one unless someone convinces her. Her email was AuriSoars7@shademail.com.