Elena
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"Our company may be in turmoil, but an order's an order." Final Fantasy VII | Elena of the Turks | Roleplay Portrayal #FFRP #FFVIIRP #FF7RP
Elena of the Turks from Final Fantasy VII > #FFRP #FFVIIRP #FF7RP > spoiler zone > shitpost compliant > compilation ambivalent > written by a cranky old fan > multiship with chem nsfw via dm > not your standard fanon portrayal petitepistol.carrd.co
About as nice and boring as any shipping magnate can be. But she'll be closer to family and the sea breeze will do her good. And hopefully, Elena won't have to worry about her new employer announcing he slept with her sister, since he's about eighty years old.
Here’s hoping her new boss is nice and boring for her.
She thought today was that holiday about star-crossed lovers where everyone makes wishes, but apparently it's double-booked with a celebration dedicated to...her?
Gonna have to schedule that outside of office hours, seeing as she's off the company payroll now.
ㅤㅤ @ Elena, he still remembers about the gaze contest.
Some clinics take on good candidates for deeply discounted rates to keep their skills sharp, but given your dislike of being a guinea pig... Besides, you've probably just got some mild eyestrain, nothing to worry about!
I don't have the money for that....
Lasers. The answer is always lasers.
What if I do need glasses. I don't think I could handle that at my age.
Perhaps, but not nearly as dramatic as the stunts Elena's ex-boss used to pull.
A bit dramatic.
Nevermind, she's just going to cope with her seething ire by taking a page from Sephiroth and lighting the offending newspaper article on fire. Ah, much better. She's feeling less nauseous already.
Doesn’t sound too bad to him either at this precise moment in time.
If only it hadn't been a dreadfully mismanaged vanity project. Because right about now, migrating to the moon doesn't sound too bad to Elena.
Palmer wasn’t so crazy after all to want to keep the Space Programme.
Packing up her dishes because her new job is in Junon. Of course one of the old newspapers she's using has a full page spread on her former employer's stupid pants. Suddenly Elena understands why Highwind wants to go to outer space. Hell, Sephiroth too, for that matter.
In an incredible turn of events, she's not only sent her father a card for the occasion but also called him on the phone! Strained though it may be, the conversation is going better than expected.
"I'm sure I'll figure out how to survive the loss of my coveted parking spot and the discount at the company gift shop." As much as she'd miss watching D raise her brood, Elena's resolve to leave was bolstered by her soon-to-be erstwhile employer's perpetual smarminess.
“I’m suited perfectly fine. With your resignation comes the loss of the perks. But y’know, you’ve still 48 hours to redact your resignation and I’ll forget all about it. Balls in your court.”
"Suit yourself." She'll have to commission Rude to divvy up the last of the treats.
“No. I can’t. I’m rather quite busy to be your delivery boy. How about you just take them yourself? She’ll be in my office, with her squad.”
She huffs, about to go into an exasperated diatribe, but raises her gaze to the ceiling in an aborted eyeroll instead. "I'm going to have leftover zeio nut butter treats when I clean out my desk. Could you make sure D and her litter get them?"
“You can always redact and stop the nonsense. But suit yourself”
"..." Chewing her lip, fighting the urge to coo over the newly minted mom and pups. But Elena knows if she does, she'll want to stay until those puppy dog eyes open, and then it's all over. "I better not, since Friday is my last day and all."
— does she want to see them?
Either that or she ran a little too wild at 'Run Wild' when you weren't looking. Either way, she's a prime example of the breed and it's a healthy litter. Congratulations.
Yes. Well, someone wasn’t watching her when she was with you guys.