A note from Antoinette: Here is something for me to post, nothing much I'll admit but it's a start. The beginning of a story I hope will turn out well. I am not satisfied with the phrasing of the rest that I have written so far so until I can get it right no mortal, or immortal, eyes shall gaze upon it as of yet.
All boys are the same about their dolls *sigh*

Vincent Valentine hung his crimson cape on the coat rack he had been given for Christmas, soon after receiving it he had decided not only was it the most oddly shaped piece of furniture in his house but also nearly completely useless. On the subject of furniture, he also dropped his long-serving Cerberus into the umbrella rack which contained multiple machine guns, shot guns and various bladed objects... no umbrellas... a nice walking cane but no umbrellas.
'Hey, honey. I'm home at last,' he announced to the house and a small puppy came bounding through the corridor towards Vincent. Desperately, he sought for somewhere to escape to but saw nowhere too late to do anything the dog leaped and two sets of clawed paws landed in the center of his chest 'Woah!' he exclaimed as the dog's full force slammed the tall man to the floor "Hey, Benny!" he laughed as Benny licked his face with a slobbery tongue "Benny, Benny come on! I just got in the door! Greet me later," he shoved the dog off his chest and strode into the kitchen, boots clinking on the marble floor. As he passed various cupboards weapons and chains where thrown into their shelves and at the end of his foyer-like corridor was two doors.
In through the left, Benny refused to follow his master inside and sat at the doorway whining but Vincent ignored him. Inside this room it would be pitch black to the average eyes but to the eyes of a man heavily experimented on he clearly see the outlines of everything around him, casually he found a box of matches and struck one across the rough leather of his outfit. Quickly a lantern was lit and re-hung on the wall beside the door.
The entire room was white, unusual for a man of Vincent's aesthetic tastes, and tall white pillars filled the floor space and Vincent manaeuvered his way between them to reach one at the back of the room. Waving his clawed hand in front of it's smooth surface a panel lifted itself from the length of the pillar and moved aside to reveal empty rows of shelves labeled "Summons, Fire, Blizzard, Thunder..." The materia collection, empty except for a layer of dust with holes where materia used to sit proudly.
Vincent dropped his head into his hands and sighed "I'll murder that godforsaken ninja," he reluctently stored the Materia he had been usuing in the day's battles in their resting places. He nudged the panel and it slid with a swoosh back to it's place. Vincent decided it wouldn't be a bad idea to cheak some of the other storages...
He opened a few at random and saw nothing had been touched but there was a note residing in the one he kept his childhood toys in and it read; "Vince,
These toys are darling! From when you where a little vamp? Awww! Well, I was wondering if I could borrow one of your Wutai ninja dolls? My dad hasn't seen one since he was a boy and would sure love to see this! Call me when you read my message.

The White Rose of Wutai. (P.S Thank for the materia!)"

Vincent crushed the fragile paper in his golden claw and with a growl cursed "It's an action figure!"

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Ok so that is all I am satisfied to post for now, keep an eye out for the next part of A Vampire's Action Figure!