#projecth-aileth

[projecth-aileth]

“Could you help me with this?” 

//From Leslie! :) left it broad for you//

Abandoning whatever activity had been happening at the moment; indifferent to the sounds of crashing, groans, or the chorus of flavored cussing wisely directed at him instead.

Silver, waist length hair streaming behind, joining the other on the opposite wall; metal crates clearly needing to be moved.

Easily lifting the loaded boxes onto the overhead shelves; inhuman strength hidden behind the slight frame and delicate features.

“Was that all?” Draconic eyes faintly directed down; small but unmistakable, she had gotten slightly taller since being released.

#asks answered #projecth-aileth #leslie kyle

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

@projecth-aileth​ || Continued from here.

Things were changing around the Labs, not that it was something she understood the reason for, only that the atmosphere had been odd for a while.

To those that recognized, the slender figure bore a striking resemblance to both source material and a ‘misplaced asset’ under surveillance. Some conceited attempt to reproduce and improve on a previous project the triumph and failure of his life. However this one had been a source of irritating disappointment nearly from the start. Precious limited materials producing only four specimens. Of those, one survived, and had yet to even reach her predecessors records. Of course, that had nothing to do with being treated as less than a living thing.

Head slowly moving towards the sound of the heavy security door opening; pallid face tilting as she turned, sending silver hair spilling over both shoulders and back. Draconic eyes took in the stranger, their mako colour sparking at something new before suddenly darting to the floor. Any interest quickly, forgotten with the voice over the speakers.

“Good you’re here.” both flat and impatient, they didn’t wait for any response. “By accessing containment, clearance is authorized. Please note Handler safety is priority, however not guaranteed.” Brief and slightly hostile, the speaker abruptly cutting off with a sharp screech. Whatever happens wasn’t their issue anymore; the ones that would be responsible was the Turks now.

There hadn’t been any incidents of late, but the lab technicians still did what they could to avoid the experiment. Putting several measures and methods between her and them. White-coats, the researchers, butchers the ones that did everything, no matter what in hopes of even the tiniest amount of attention from the professor. Then there were the sadists that took great pleasure in dealing out torture, disguised under the name of science; each following directions from the head of the department- present or not.

Not wanting give this Handler an excuse for corrections so soon and drained from the days testing she stayed put as expected but kept eyes low studying the dark attire. It was… different… Being confined inside labs, the humans that frequently visited never wore anything that colour.

It was a good thing that none of those staff members were physically in the room with them. Or they might have noticed the way the young Turk’s face had drained its color in that instance.

And questioned it.

That would have been bad. But this wasn’t great either. Just as he’d started to get used to the notion that Sephiroth - the core of his own personal resolution to join ShinRa and take it down from the inside - had actually perished while on a mission in Nibelheim just some months ago, not by Saruhiko’s hand but his own doing, here came another of those things.

A new abomination of Professor Hojo, the man he’d been forsaken by and forsaken himself.

Even without being an expert in genetics or bioengineering, the similarities were too many for his guess to be incorrect.

The agent quickly retrieved his composure, well aware to be under observation even at this very moment. The lips that had pressed into a thin line hid the swallow of an unpleasant knot in his throat.

‘No matter. Just another name to the list.’

He’d take her out like any of the clones he’d identified and silently eliminated without the company’s notice.

It’d just be... far more complicated than those. It was one thing to ambush a sickly figure in a corner of the slums and make them disappear without a trace. A subject personally observed and contained within ShinRa HQ, however...

For now, he’d play along. For as long as the mind behind Project Jenova existed, his position within the company was too important to be put on the line. He’d never been this close to Hojo as here and now.

Play the loyal dog for one more day; he’d waited twenty years, he could wait longer.

“Right, then...” He muttered under his breath, scanning the girl with blue eyes ever so sharp despite the lazy expression of his features. An unfortunate genetic heritage along with his short-sightedness helped only by his square-shaped glasses.

He saw no restraints of any kind.

“Are you going to behave, just walking with me?”

#au06 || four seasons [final fantasy vii] #k01 || tch! [ic: fushimi saruhiko] #projecth-aileth #projecthaileth #TO: || Aileth (Final Fantasy VII)

[cinderella-gurei]

“You’re scared. It’s okay to admit it, there’s no shame in it.”

that soft, comforting vibe sentence starters

His breath was shaky, almost to the point of hyperventilation, but he thought himself to be a better actor. He sat, trying to stabilize his breathing, trying to keep calm, observing the lady before him. Somehow, she was just like him and yet, she seemed much more peaceful. Staring back at her, he could only wonder the suffering she had gone through, the way every other experiment experienced at the hands of the professor. Even so, why did he feel like she was still... great? Maybe, it was in his blood to deem the mad scientist’s experiments fascinating, amazing. Maybe, he was just as horrible as him.

It was all of this, the overload in his thoughts that had made him grow scared and shaky. She was right. But, what could he say to her? Could he confess himself to be the same monster? Was he worthy of even talking to her?

“You are correct...” He confesses in shame, lowering his gaze away from the lady. “But there is shame... Because I am not deserving, I should not be scared and I should not be tended for it.” 

#projecth-aileth #downloading inquiries (ch asks) #I hope this is alright! #Thank you and feel free to continue if you'd like!

[onewingedxngel]

Reverse[ strangle ] 

(OH NO ANOTHER ONE THAT'S GONNA BE PAINFUL TO WRITE??????)

Violent Prompts

He wasn’t sure how this had happened. Why he stood alone in the moonlit field, with his ‘father’ before him, taunting him, provoking him. Sephiroth practically growled as he grabbed the scientist’s throat in his hands, crushing tighter and tighter– not enough to kill him, but enough to hurt. He grit his teeth like a raging dragon, remorseless eyes focused and indifferent to the scientist’s pained sputtering.

But things began to change. The night sky merged to day, sun peering over the horizon. And Hojo changed from a greasy, disgusting creature into the familiar, pale-haired woman he’d taken under his wing.

His eyes widened in shock as he slowly let her go, hands shaking as he watched her collapse. She gasped for breath, sides heaving as she fell to her knees. Platinum hair hid any damage he may have caused her neck.

“Aileth...? Aileth, I–” Sephiroth stood still, shocked by his own actions. 

“What have I done?”

Sephiroth kneeled down next to her, placing a hand on her back whilst apologising and trying to make sure she was all right.

He... this was his fault. His mistake for allowing himself to grow close to someone, to think he had any right to put his guard down or accept such kindness after all he had done. He deserved no one, especially not Aileth, especially not after this. 

He was just... too dangerous.

#projecth-aileth #//Aileth #//Sephiroth #Redeemed!Sephiroth #ask #ic #have they drawn near something that caused him to hallucinate? #did she try to wake him up during a nightmare? #WHO KNOWS!? All I know is that this is DEPRESSING

[cwarscars]

@projecth-aileth liked for a starter

this is his latest - hojo's magnum opus -

another weapon bred by things heidegger isn't entirely certain one should dabble in.

a seemingly 'normal' one, whose mako glow gives her away. to anybody uninclined with the ways of a shinra experiment, they'd assume her innocent. oh odin, would they be wrong. although - she's yet to prove herself, heidegger would think, slow steps taken beside her holding unit - a cocked brow and a subtle eye on her ( should she try anything ).

"so-" hands coil behind his back, a firm hold of his gaze as he turns to face her "i hear you're quite proficient in combat training." his expression gives nought away, the hazel hues of his eyes dark, his lips unwaveringly still. "mind accompanying me to the training centre? i relish the chance to see these skills first hand."

#(closedthread) #ay YOOOO i hope that this works! #(queue; open the door get on the floor everybody walk the dinosaur)

[azure-steel]

@projecth-aileth​ liked this for a fing

Difficult was it to relate to this girl on occasion.  So quiet it was rare she would speak her wants and needs to the group, and Cloud was sometimes no different. 

It was, indeed, apparent that she had an affinity with the merc more so than any other member of his ragtag team - even Marlene struggled to drag a word out of her - but moments like this were a struggle. Moments where she would lock down and invert into her own head... 

If only he knew what she was thinking. 

“You’ll tell us won’t you, if something’s bothering you, yeah?” 

Cloud couldn’t help her until she was willing to help herself. 

#projecthaileth #smol starters #Thread:TBD

[ofgeneticperfection]

Although she spent her entire life, that she could remember, in these labs; Hojo still found ways to hide secrets from her. From accident, to Jenova experiment...she had climbed her way not only as his loyal guard but as assistant Director. Really so that she could deal with all the things that took his time away from his own projects. She too was a deadly weapon, but after all these years she had slowly learned herself. Who she was. 

A disaster. That was certain. Built on pain, trauma and impossible morals. But he had given her life. Right? And in return she vowed to protect his lest he abandon her like all the other failures. That was her biggest fear and because of that she always made sure that she was seen as one thing. Perfection. 

Though it didn’t stop her from acting behind his back if she felt that it was right, whether it was freeing other experiments or sabotaging them so he would not be distracted from her. There was always one thing that bothered her most, that seem to be driving him deeper into madness. The one thing she was crafted from, Jenova. She hated her more than anything, but it was the one thing she could not touch for truly he would never forgive her no matter how much in her likeness she was crafted to be.

She was just a doll to keep. A recreation of this alien, though it never took control of her mind. She was still her. Something new. Defiant as always she had crept into the depths of those underground labs where the Professor kept all his dirt little secrets hidden. Most things didn’t pique her interest but when was so curiously glancing through ‘Failed Project’ files one caught her attention. Aileth. 

Was this who she replaced in the end? If Aileth had been a success would she even exist? She had to see for herself, the curious kitten that always needed to know more. Isrieal pauses before the door to the room she was locked away in. Dressed in that strange fashion of her sleek black attire with silver bands about her arms. Moonwhite hair cascaded to her waist and piercing blue eyes stared defiantly at the door before her as teeth sank into her lower lip.  Carefully she raises a hand to the old electrical lock, small bolts of lightning dance between her own fingers and short circuit it rendering the door inactive. With a draw of breath she pushes that heavy door open, the echo of heels upon metal as she steps inside waiting to see what, or who, awaited her.  @projecth-aileth​

#projecth-aileth #Hope this works for you! Let me know if you need any changes or anything #<3 #From Project H to Project X

[pacifistghost-moved]

@projecth-aileth (continuing this)

“Void,” Void stated, voice cold like splinters of ice. In spite of the large mask hiding her visage, there was little to see behind it anyway: her expression made only more unreadable thanks to her lack of eyes. But, even so, her face was completely relaxed. Even her heart rate was eerily calm. As long as she could make Shinra proud, nothing else mattered.

Her mask scanned Aileth; noting the damage done to its visor. So, this meant the likelihood of some kind of rebellious behaviour had been reduced drastically. That would certainly be pleasing for Shinra. They wouldn’t have another traitorous bastard attempt to turn against them.

“I have been sent by Shinra to find you, and return you to your premises.”

#projecth-aileth #//Athena #//Aileth #rp #good luck Aileth #you're gonna be trapped dealing with a very special kind of crazy #she refers to Aileth as an 'it' because well #if she's being raised/treated like a weapon #even if other Turks are going to be nice towards Aileth #Athena will very much just be like 'it's a weapon for Shinra' #'nothing more' #'that is its purpose in life' #'and it is a wonderful purpose to have' #a very different approach to the one Redeemed!Seph took :')

[onewingedxngel-moved]

"Look what I found..." comes running over holding something green wearing a small brown robe over her head. "What is it?"

@projecth-aileth

As Sephiroth turned around in response to the voice, he had been expecting something small, maybe a colourful pebble or a little frog. What he had not been expecting was for Aileth to return, having disappeared for only two minutes, with an entire tonberry held in her arms.

He arose to his full height, frown deepening further and further as he took in the scene. The tonberry seemed... oddly placid, allowing herself to hang limply in Aileth’s hold as if being interrupted and picked up by a being double her size was a perfectly normal, expected part of everyday tonberry life. 

Sephiroth knew the last thing to do in this situation was to overreact and antagonise the creature.

“A Tonberry,” he said, keeping his somewhat puzzled eyes on the reptilian. “They are far more powerful than they appear.”

The tonberry’s tongue stuck out of its mouth, just slightly, giving it an oddly goofy appearance. Sephiroth felt... uncertain on how he should respond to such a bizarre expression.

“To pick one up so carelessly is a rather unwise decision.”

#projecth-aileth #//Sephiroth #//Aileth #//Tonberry #Redeemed!Sephiroth #ask #please excuse this horrendous drawing #WELP I tried #also thanks for the ask #this was super adorable #my art #art #(ish)

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Send ⭐️ (or multiple) for a headcanon about our muses.

(つ﹏<。)

// Hmmm, a Headcanon for Aileth and Sephiroth....

Ah.

Given the fact that she is, in a way, made from him, they are extremely similar and have a connection that he doesn’t have with anyone else, as we’ve expressed. He’s like a dominant of a species, or in another light, he is almost like a father. So, I imagine, if she had a chance to work with her abilities and grow them alongside Sephiroth? She could develop similar Forms as him (IE his boss forms). And it is highly likely, that if they tried patiently, they might be able to achieve a united form.

#project-aileth #onewinged tragedy ~ Sephiroth #ask meme #mun ask #muse #muse headcanon #projecth-aileth

[ancientblxde]

“Your voice is more comfortable to listen to than anyone else’s.”

“I suppose that’s a compliment and given the fact that your surrounded by folks with harsh tones, I wouldn’t blame you either. But you are welcome to relax and stay if you like since I’m not heading anywhere anytime soon.”

#projecth-aileth

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

Send ♤ for our muses to be assigned as partners for a mission¿

First Interactions || Always Accepting!

Good grief, what a day this was promising to be. Saruhiko was certain that in his place, any other “fledging” Turk would have been only ecstatic to have a mission of the top security level assigned to them. It was a mark of appreciation and trust from the department, something that he knew would come in with higher pay and possible other benefits.

But to this one Turk, well.. it was an uncomfortable obligation at best.

“Good grief...” He muttered under his breath as he swiped the ID card into the panel adjacted the reinforced steel door. Normally he’d be more enthusiastic to be within the walls of the Science Department. Learning how everything worked in here would benefit his... ‘personal agenda’, but today he had no such luxury.

Escort Project H speciment to the assigned destination and cover up any traces of activity from the public. For how high profile as the order sounded, it was actually quite mundane. Couldn’t they just pack up this monster in a box and have it delivered by air like the rest? What was the deal with this one?

In the next room, a pale-haired girl was standing with her back turned to him. A worked at the labs, he initially assumed. And so with a dragged note to his voice that denoted a certain lazy demeanor, the young man in a suit asked:

“I’m here to pick up the subject. Where is it?”

#k01 || tch! [ic: fushimi saruhiko] #00j || that's what they said. [asked & answered] #au06 || four seasons [final fantasy vii] #projecth-aileth #projecthaileth #TO: || Aileth (Final Fantasy VII) #//excited to finally give your muse a try! #thank you for your patience and I hope this works\\

[sometimesrufus]

Aileth sat staring at the unknown man from her containment- the technicians seeming to shy away from him. She’d be punished for speaking out loud, so she tilted her head and internally asked ‘who’s this?’

Rufus looked back into stunning mako eyes, shielded behind a wall of glass, and frowned. “I want her out,” he demanded of the staff. He knew better than to take his anger out on these people. They were mostly scared low-level employees with no real power. But he was sick of finding more inhumane treatment of people around every corner in the company. He wasn’t up to the contained woman. “Can you hear me?”

#rufus shinra #aileth #sometimesrufus rp #omg I'm so sorry #it's taken me 5 million years to answer this #my inbox has been severely neglected this winter #projecth-aileth #sometimesrufus answers

[onewingedxngel]

“Do you have a home?”

Questions/Comments meme

Sephiroth looked to Aileth, not noticing just how melancholic his eyes became at the question. His earliest memories were of labs, strict schedules, checkups, tests, and of the bright ceiling lights that always stung his eyes.

He knew he'd been birthed somewhere, but where that place was he had no idea. It would be foolish to suggest that was a home, for he knew nothing of it, and he hesitated to call the labs his home, for they felt anything but. In fact, what he did know– and feel– was that he belonged nowhere. He should not have been concieved in the first place.

"No, I do not," Sephiroth replied. "I grew up in the Shinra building, and sometimes, I would travel the world on missions– especially to Wutai– but I have no home..."

#projecth-aileth #//Sephiroth #//Aileth #ic #Redeemed!Sephiroth #ask #YES I LOVE THEMMMMMMM

[azure-steel]

projecth-aileth asked: Others might mean a different connotation behind the words but, she lacked more than just that understanding; “ don’t you know?  i’ll always come when you call. " she meant every word. ⚔︎ - some flirty memes - ACCEPTING

Cloud did not gift his affection readily, a facet of his character which was, by now, common knowledge. But Aileth had a gift it seemed, and her words, as sparse as they could be sometimes, were enough to grab his attention. 

There’s something so very sweet and pure about this girl, despite her chequered beginnings in life and the brutal punishments ShinRa had put her through, something that brought out the softest sides of Cloud that he never even knew he had. 

He cared about her, more than he was possibly willing to admit even to himself. But he doesn’t hesitate when he reaches out then to stroke a single gloved hand over her hair, the faint wisp of a smile curling at the corners of his mouth. 

“I know.” is all he says, it’s all that’s needed. 

#projecth-aileth #{what do you want? - asks} #answered #ask meme #This is very soft #I like the soft #let them be soft ;o;

[ofgeneticperfection]

😅🎉💌

Oh my gosh! Don’t ever worry about scaring me off, I know I’m taking forever to reply but I’ve also been binging six books and after this weekend I should be able to get back to a more normal routine with tumblr xD It’s really been hard to focus with Shadow and Bone about to drop on Netflix. 

Also! aldfjslfdj PLeASE send me asks and all the messages you want! I live for that stuff and I can respond to smaller things faster and in between waiting for replies, so yes, don’t ever be afraid to send me all the things!

#Thank YOU #<3 #Don't ever be afraid! #projecth-aileth