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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
But then, that was his job. What -they- had trained him to do.
As it happened, the trooper had the best solution. "There are two very important factors to consider. First, before coming here, I did not -know- I would be going insane at some undefined point in the future. I do now, as well as the why and the how." Folding his arms, he looked directly at Rufus. "In the meantime, while a method of destroying that particular bit of history is devised, the best bet is to keep me as far away from it - and Nibelheim - as possible. Chain-less mithril restraints and trained guards, as well as automated security armed with heavy tranquilizers, should prove more than adequate. If worse comes to worst, Hojo can probably cook something up."
If nothing else, they could drug him heavily enough that he wouldn't wake for half a decade. If ever. It was a chance he was willing to take.
Lastly, he turned to Cid. "I have no way to assure you, beyond my word. If it comes down to it, I will personally hand you my weapons and every scrap of materia I have that isn't a restorative, as a gesture of peace, provided that you first give me time to go and get them."