Buster X Masa - Tumblr Posts

Buster smiled softly to the other as he chewed on the bite of apple. "I can walk well enough. I'm not falling apart yet." he replied, looking out over the landscape. He had a bunch of mixed emotions some of them sitting like a bubble in his chest. He was thankful to get back the memento that he found laying in the dust though it was bringing back a few memories he didn't want to think about.

"I don't think...we ever had time to think about just us before." he replied as he situated his pack and his cloak, feeling a bit of stiffness in his knee. "I think...it might also be nice to forget..." he replied softly before taking several more bites of the apple before tossing away the core.

@ancientblxde

The apple was something small and well, something that he knew Buster enjoyed eating and having on him, and to see the younger turn to him and take a giant bite out of it, the silver couldn’t help but chuckle gently. Despite everything that happened, despite his own master going ape shit and almost destroying the world, this felt like something that would have happened back at Shin-ra and it did happen multiple times. Cherished memories that he definitely didn’t want to forget at all but seeing how his elongated dip in the lifestream managed to retrieve a good chunk back, at least he knew there was a way. Hearing Buster give his thanks, Masamune nodded once more as he spoke afterwards.

“I have more that I managed to buy from the market seeing how they had some left over. Granted they’re not Banora whites but they’re a good substitute until we get to Banora.” Going silent as the elder nodded once more to what the blond had to say, Masamune agreed entirely despite the fact that he felt a twang of wanting to stay but knew it would be pointless. This home was and is gone, and has been for the past five years while he was in the lifestream. His new home will be in Banora with Buster, which will be nice and away from society at most unless people decided to come hunt them down for some reason. “Right.” Walking over to the blond, he then spoke up more as he gave a gentle smile.

“Once we’re in Banora, that is when we’ll get to forget about Shin-ra and just focus on us and simply relaxing. And that’s once we get there, not going to happen unless we start moving or do I have to start carrying you~?”

@armahonoris​

Buster smiled as he let his friend lead him along to the chopper. Reno complained lightly about having to wait for the two but he had still waited for them. Buster didn’t mind flying though going by land vehicles was still his favorite mode of transportation. Motorcycles were perfect. Chocobos...well...he hated chocobos. Zack loves them but they always seemed to either peck at Angeal or ended up bucking him off, usually Buster along in the process. Not to mention...they kind of smelled.

“I think I have only seen Wutai once.” Buster mused as he sat beside Masa in the back as the helicopter took off. “And not really long enough to actually see it. I’m looking forward so being able to have fun.” he furrowed his brow a little. “Actually...I think this is my first vacation ever.”

@ancientblxde

“I’m sorry buddy but I can’t take you with me.” Zack said apologetically as he stuffed his swim trunks into his travel bag. Buster was sitting on his Master’s bed, his arms folded in front of his large chest and wearing a rather forlorn and upset frown on his face. It was an expression that the blade did not often wear. Zack watched him for a moment, feeling bad. It was as if he had just kicked a golden retriever. “Look…you are going to be fine, I promise. I’m sorry but…I’ve been trying to get shore leave for months and the company isn’t going to pay for you to go too.”

Buster just looked away. His master knew that wasn’t true. He didn’t need to be paid for. He could go in sword form, he didn’t have to eat and he didn’t need a place to sleep.

“Come on…please…don’t be upset.” Zack answered as he zipped up his back. “You have my account code so you can use whatever money you need, after all, some of it is yours anyways. I’ll be back in a week. Just…try to be good okay?” he gave him an apologetic smile and headed out the door.

Buster sat for a long moment, still wearing a frown on his face. Zack wasn’t like Angeal…Zack didn’t fall for Buster’s pouting or his rare fits of displeasure. He supposed that is what he liked about him…even though it did not play in his favor.

He stood and walked out of their quarters and into the common room. It was quite and it made him unease. Buster really didn’t like being alone…he wasn’t accustomed to it. And what if something happened to his Master? What if he didn’t come back either like Angeal? What if he got attacked? What was his master suppose to do without him? Fight with an umbrella?

Now feeling left behind and abandoned, the blond sat down in the middle of the floor, trying to figure out what to do next.

@argentumexitium

"Like I said..." the blond started, trying to give a silver haired prince a reassuring smile though he knew it would probably do little good. "I'm not here to cause pain and strife. Take all the time you need to for the proper burials. Speak to the company's physician Euclid for anything you might need. And when you get a chance, I would like you to go over with him any medical needs the people might need as a whole." Buster pursed his lips, going over in his head a million other things that he needed to do. There would trade agreements to look over and stock needed to be taken of the treasury...but maybe he was getting ahead of himself. One thing at a time. First he had to stabilize the city before looking towards the future.

"Please keep me informed of your progress and things you need." He said to Masa directly.

@ancientblxde

The pure white alabaster moon shone down upon the Persian desert sands, seated in the sky like a pearl wrapped in the folds of dark navy silk. The city of Baharnak, was sleeping peacefully, unaware of the small strike team that had penetrated the city walls and was waiting to make its move.

It was a rather ingenious plan. One of the regular trading caravans had been bribed (and paid handsomely for their efforts) to transport a bit of extra cargo. Wrapped up in the elaborately decorated rugs and hiding in the date baskets was six Greek warriors who had been marked for the task of creating an easy entrance to the army which was waiting outside the city gates over the dunes.

It was a rather ingenious plan. Taken from the example of Achilles and his assault on the City of Troy, this much less inconspicuous version of the “Trojan Horse” was the brain child of Busterivas; a young Greek royal who was seeking to make a name for himself. Busterivas was the grandson of one of Alexander the Great’s generals who had taken over power after death of the great conquer. However, despite now being a part of one of many royal Greek dynasties that had sprung up in Persia at the time, Buster had the unfortunate fate of being only the third son. His oldest brother, Alexius was destined for the crown. His second brother, Lycus was Military Adviser. This left Busterivas with a lackluster existence and deep shadows in which he felt the need to push through to find his own glory.

This the reason for this campaign to dominate the city ‘The City Full of Spring’. He would conquer this land and make his own name and his own dynasty. He would finally step out of the shadow of his older brothers and live on his own terms instead of simply being a nameless face in the background of some political engagement.

“Good…almost there…” Buster peered through the spyglass at the city battlements, the guards lazily patrolling across the top, one by one they vanished from view as they were pulled down and immobilized by his strike team that was on the inside. Busterivas wanted to limit the number of casualties as possible. In his opinion what was the point of taking a city if the citizens were torn and bloodied and ready to revolt against a brutal oppressor? Hopefully by disabling the guard and the first alert system, they could take the Baharnak army by surprise and strike swiftly enough that the confrontation would be over by breakfast.

Then the signal was given. It was quiet and silent. There was no other sign for the army to move except with the opening of the city gates. With a wave of his hand the Greek army started to move forward down the dunes like a shadow creeping along the sand. There was no sound of anxious horses or clashing shields, simply a silent force that came washing into the city like storm water after a heavy ran. It wasn’t even a large army, but the element of surprise had given them a strong advantage.

By the time the native forces had time to gather, it was already too late. The palace had been overwhelmed. The elderly Baharnak King had mustered the last of his strength to stand along side of men in the court yard to defend against the invaders and he had fallen as a result. With the cold hard fact that their king was dead, the Persian guards started to loose their courage and and ultimately relented the Greek invaders.

This had all transpired within a mere two hours time.

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The sun had finally risen across the horizon, like a delicate desert rose in hues of gold and red. Its light filtered through the sheer drapery that wisped in front of the windows of the thrown room of his new palace. Buster took a deep breath as he ran his calloused hand through his long blond locks as he looked around at the new area. He had a strange feeling sitting in his chest. It was a mix of excitement over his victory, empathy over those who had to die and be killed for it, and a strange notion of surrealism. It was almost hard for him to believe that this was now his. He had won. He now had his own kingdom and the freedom to do with as he pleased…

…that exactly that was was an entirely different question.

@ancientblxde

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“Good since your tougher then anyone else I know.” Chuckling softly since how long has it actually been since they’ve been able to act like friends and not enemies going straight for each others throats? Looking back on the landscape a bit once more before it was no turning back, this would be the last that anyone would remember of them since if they disappeared then that means the world would be able to rest in a theory. But he wouldn’t know until it happened and living his days out in Banora with Buster sounded like a dream until it happened, at least it’s not an impossible dream. As Buster spoke up, Masamune returned his attention to the blond weapon, giving a softer smile that also had a hint of sadness yet was swept away as soon as the core of said apple was dispensed. 

“Honestly after all that’s happened, no one had time to think or react properly but now we can. The only other time that we talked was at Nibelheim a few months back and that was it…..” Breathing out more, his voice went softer as he wanted to hug the taller weapon but waited. “Definitely missed you more than anything Buster, you and Rapier……But I’m just glad that we get to be together once more.” Giving a smile and leaving the other to interpret what he said, he then chuckled before he started walking forward as they would need to make up for lost time.

Buster listened as the other spoke starting a long, feeling the weight of the necklace around his neck that he had picked up on the cliff side. “Nibelheim...“ the blond weapon breathed. He paused for a moment, the memories dark and full of feelings he wasn’t quite sure how to interpret. He reached over and took Masa’s hand, holding it tightly and leaning against him, some to take a little weight off his leg and some for comfort. “Nibelheim was a long time ago it feels like...back before then...things were happy and the sun shined....”

@ancientblxde​