http://estaunsinterius.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] estaunsinterius.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2008-03-03 06:52 pm

In which All of Hell's considerable Fury may in fact break Loose... [Active]

Character(s): Sephiroth, Cid, the majority of ShinRa...
Content: The past confronts the future. ...Or something.
Setting: Cid's Shop
Time: Early afternoon
Warnings: ...I think the only potential warning I -don't- have to make is about sexual content, actually.

Although everything in Sephiroth's considerable training told him he should be walking into this situation with weapons drawn, he stood across the street from the shop empty handed, having left everything - including his materia and armor - in his hotel room. He felt strangely naked, without his equipment; all he carried was a set of potions.

Not like he needed much else if the situation called for it, though, as Zack had so poignantly reminded him. He rather hoped it would not.

The arrival of Rufus Shinra had been unexpected, and he wasn't really sure how he felt about it. He'd spoken to the man before, of course. Both as he was now and his childhood self. This place had an odd way of playing with one's perception of time.

At least the Remnants were not here. That was a can of worms he prefered to leave dead and buried, if at all possible. Kadaj -still- annoyed him, just through the memory of their meetings.

Steeling himself and uttering a short prayer to whatever deities chose to watch this event, he made his way across the street, and knocked on the door of a man who dearly wanted to see him dead.

[identity profile] limitbreakpilot.livejournal.com 2008-07-22 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Alright, so maybe Zack had a point. He had helped Cloud through to the end of his hunt for Sephiroth. But that was then and a different Cloud besides. This one... was just someone who looked a bit the Cloud he'd followed around.

This one hadn't seen whatever-it-was that Cloud had to turn him into the Cloud he'd known. He'd never been too free with his past.

Okay, he'd admit (if only to himself) that it might not be the best idea in the world to let some kid (who was sort of one of his friends) run around with a man who might go mad at any moment. But why not let that damned Turk deal with keeping an eye on the kid? Or at least, that's what he would've liked to say, if it weren't for the vague protestations of a smal and rather Shera-like voice in the back of his head.

"I ain't working with the ShinRa," he answered finally. But he might help around the edges a little.

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