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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
When he found that he wasn't paid any attention to, Cloud lowered his arm and sat back, intending to remain as inconspicuous as possible. There were so many powerful men here that he never expected to meet in his lifetime and it was overwhelming just to be in the same room.
He was really sure he didn't have the clearance or the former knowledge of just what was going on- Sephiroth, insane? in the future tense? Restraining measures and probable insanity... against Sephiroth?!
Was it really so important to talk about that now, instead of whatever it was that was troubling the city - this city, now?
"Wouldn't it be better," he began, hoping he wasn't speaking out of turn, "that instead of thinking about what will happen if he becomes i-insane, we should just... eliminate whatever it is that does imbalance him?" 'Inconspicuous'? He was starting to think he was incapable of it.