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paixaorpg2006-10-18 02:34 am
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Gotta catch a train [Completed]
Character(s): Sephiroth, eventually Kadaj and various Turks
Content: While en route to his rendezvous with Rufus Shinra, Sephiroth is intercepted by Kadaj. Insanity ensues.
Setting: Somewhere east of Paixao Central Station, and heading in that general direction.
Time: Mid-afternoon
Warnings: Swearing, violence, and bloodshed. Well, if Kadaj and his summons can shed blood, that is...
Sephiroth had had better days. First, there had been the unfortunate encounter with whatever those creatures had been; then, the strange man named Vincent. They had parted company after he checked something on the journal he carried, which had prompted Sephiroth to do the same. After spending the better part of an hour speaking with a man named Shinra and a person who claimed to be somehow related to him, he'd started moving toward the central station marked on his journal's map.
This whole thing stunk to high heaven. None of it added up; President Shinra, dead? His son in charge of everything? Sure, it would probably happen like that, but that would take -years-.
And now, a person claiming to be related to him, and who was quite obsessed with meeting him. A man named Kadaj, who Shinra claimed was one of Hojo's science projects gone wrong. A man who was supposed to have been created as a replacement for himself, alongside two others...
Content: While en route to his rendezvous with Rufus Shinra, Sephiroth is intercepted by Kadaj. Insanity ensues.
Setting: Somewhere east of Paixao Central Station, and heading in that general direction.
Time: Mid-afternoon
Warnings: Swearing, violence, and bloodshed. Well, if Kadaj and his summons can shed blood, that is...
Sephiroth had had better days. First, there had been the unfortunate encounter with whatever those creatures had been; then, the strange man named Vincent. They had parted company after he checked something on the journal he carried, which had prompted Sephiroth to do the same. After spending the better part of an hour speaking with a man named Shinra and a person who claimed to be somehow related to him, he'd started moving toward the central station marked on his journal's map.
This whole thing stunk to high heaven. None of it added up; President Shinra, dead? His son in charge of everything? Sure, it would probably happen like that, but that would take -years-.
And now, a person claiming to be related to him, and who was quite obsessed with meeting him. A man named Kadaj, who Shinra claimed was one of Hojo's science projects gone wrong. A man who was supposed to have been created as a replacement for himself, alongside two others...
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"I see; his apologies are accepted. Is there somewhere we can conduct this meeting in private? There are things I wish to know, and as my attention has already been occupied by Kadaj for quite some time on the way here, I feel it only fair to lend my full attention now to you. Kadaj will wait outside, if he wishes to speak to me again without steel between us."
As he looked toward Kadaj, it was quite clear that he meant what he said. If Kadaj interrupted, it would be at his own peril.
He had, over the course of the past half hour, been subjected to quite a bit of information. Admittedly, most of it made no sense to him. Jenova, his mother, not dead? Not only not dead, but something not human? That was... alarming in the extreme. He'd always known he was different, but -alien-?
That did not make sense. But then, neither did Hojo making three insane copies of him, and incomplete ones at that. True, the man was twisted, but something about that rung false.
Sephiroth wanted to hear both sides of this story, and then draw his own conclusions. And if anyone tried to force him...
Well, now that would just be unfortunate. Not that he would kill anyone; he was too professional for that. But there are worse things than death, and a man does not become a general without knowing some of those things...