paixaorpg | To find the Organization. [ Completed ]

Characters: Vincent Valentine, Sephiroth, and any Organization members?
Setting: A few blocks away from the hotel.
Content: Vincent tries to help Sephiroth get answers from the Organization.
Time: Early Friday morning.
Warnings: None so far.

The weather practically mirrored Vincent's mood, it was raining and miserable. Sleeping on the floor all night left his back uncomfortable and aching. However, as he walked a few steps behind the silver-haired man Vincent made no mention or complaint of his situation. The Ex-Turk simply walked in a straight line, trying his best to keep up with Sephiroth's long, graceful strides.

They had since left the hotel, Vincent was forced by Sephiroth to kill the clerk because they had no money, and now were wandering the city in search of this, "Organization". So far it had been a long week, and he couldn't stop himself for wishing he was back in his coffin sleeping his life away.

Vincent had spent all morning scouring the journals, looking for one of these Organization members. Whatever it takes to find Lucrecia, he told himself, even as he now walked, each step another sharp pain to his back. After a while he looked up from where he was watching Sephiroth's feet, to scan their surroundings. He didn't recognize anything at all. Right now he wasn't being very helpful. And so he flipped out the journal and looked it over again, asking Sephiroth, "You know...Jenova is here.." he said, after looking back at a post of her's that he remembered seeing.

"Maybe she can help?" he asked, feeling like he could hit himself for wanting to work with someone he had already warned others of. Again he told himself, whatever it takes. When he found Lucrecia he would kill Sephiroth. Until then he depended on the silver-haired man, and would do anything for him.

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Sephiroth raised an eyebrow at Vincent's nonchalent statement. Jenova? He glanced away, eyes focusing on the far distance, trying desperately to use that part of him that was connected, that part of him that was her.. But he couldn't feel anything, save what he passed off as a phantom sensation brought about by trying too hard to feel what wasn't there any more.

He laughed then, an overly-loud sound to cover his uncharacteristic unease, and rested one hand gracefully on his hip. "So, Mother's here.." He mused. "I should have guessed." He frowned then, thoughtful. "Just what is going on here.." He pondered aloud, pacing on the spot. He had dismissed the journal he'd been given out of hand until he had seen Vincent using it.. Turns out it could be more useful than he had imagined initially. Perhaps it was something to look into, later.

"You've seen these so-called Organisation people close up?" Sephiroth asked, turning back to face Vincent. He seemed tired; though their search had been fruitless so far it hadn't stopped their pace being relentless.

Jenova. Vincent was still angry at bringing up the idea of finding that...thing. He told himself that if they were to go find her he would wait outside. To Vincent, she was just as bad as Hojo. If for no reason more than her alien cells floated through his body among numerous other things that shouldn't be there. Hojo probably didn't even sterilize her needles, and Vincent was going to die of AIDS.

"No, I've never actually seen one myself," he said holding the journal in his hand off to the side. "But I heard they're mostly dressed in black," he exaplined, feeling less certain. "That's all I really have to go on." Vincent stood in place for a second, quickly scanning the surrondings. There had to be ONE around here somewhere!!

Sephiroth eyed Vincent carefully. "I see..." He mused softly, turning around with a creak of leather to survey their surroundings. The person he'd met with Hojo before.. The cold, icy man who had refused to give his name when prompted. He was surely a member of this "Organisation". Nodding to himself as he came out of his reverie, Sephiroth turned back to Vincent. He didn't feel that it was his duty to mention to the dark-clad man that his clothes were in tatters, hanging around him like a wraith's shroud and drawing frightful looks from those around them. It wasn't his place to clothe others. But the way in which his eyes took in Vincent's disheveled state spoke of the vague distate - and was that amusement? - that he felt as a smile tugged at one corner of his mouth.

Vincent looked like a demon in his current state, scaring the citizens away just as much as Sephiroth was doing. Except, it was Vincent's looks that scared them, and Sephiroth's pure aura of power. Even Vincent felt it in someway. Like a power he could hardly comprehend, and most likely, never be able to defeat. If he was to survive in this world, and find Lucrecia, it would be with help from this silver haired man. And that thought kept Vincent following Sephiroth like a lost puppy.

"I, don't think we're going to find one of these people. Maybe I was wrong," he said to himself mostly, his eyes fallen heavily to the ground. He was still tired and hurt, and standing was hard enough. Eventually he would stop and lean on a sign post, barely keeping his eyes open. Mission failed, it seemed.

Vincent drifted off from Sephiroth, his mind completely in another world. When he came to, Sephiroth was no where in sight, and Vincent was lost. With a gih he pulled out his journal to look at the map, trying to find his way.

To find the Organization. [ Completed ]

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