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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.
no subject
Zack's reaction to Sephiroth spoke of something far, far deeper. Far more complex. All of it merely raised his estimation for both men; Zack for his strength of character and Sephiroth for not balking under it.
There was bad blood there, but he hoped that they could at least pretend to be civil. Cloud had always been pegged as a dreamer.
He nodded quickly at Cid's answer, unwilling to catch his attention much longer than necessary. Not that Cid seemed interested in someone as unassuming as Cloud, but he had hoped that he could have done something. Anything, really, he wasn't picky so long as there wasn't anything close to fighting.
"It doesn't work, Zack." He answered, calming down as he trailed after the taller man, pulling out the device and pressed a few buttons. Still snow. "When I arrived here, there was no signal at all. It doesn't pick up anything from the outside and I wasn't sure if this was only because of the servers or if it was damaged during my fall..."
If it wasn't broken, maybe it could be rewired to act like the computers they were given.
He turned his head, looking around. It wasn't dusty, though it showed signs of recent stirrings, probably from Cid - Doctor Cid?! - moving in. It didn't seem that long ago that he started staying in the shop. He paused beside Zack easily, removing his helmet to get a better look around.
It wouldn't hurt to locate all possible exits, entrances and escape routes if the awkward conversations turned for the worst.