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paixaorpg2008-03-03 06:52 pm
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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.
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.
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Zack's arrival with his young friend - a ShinRa ground trooper, from the uniform - did nothing to ease the tension. He considered the man and the sword at his back, both bringing back what passed for fond memories to Sephiroth. Battles fought and won, nights around the campfires spent sharpening weapons and throwing the occasional jab at one another about the day's fighting, all those came in a quick flood. He offered Zack a rare smile, and a courteous nod. "Nor have yours, I see. Just remember to let everyone know if you're going to start swinging that thing; I doubt the good doctor wants his shop destroyed by a skirmish."
And so, without much more in the way of fanfare, they all entered the shop. There seemed to be an area cleared of anything that could even remotely be considered for use as a weapon; it was to this area that Sephiroth went, as it was fairly obviously the place intended for what was looking more and more like an interrogation.