[During the instant in which Sheena poofed in and grabbed Elena, Sephiroth took a sharp breath as his life seemed to flash both before and behind his eyes at the same time. He crunched them shut, expecting to hear the loud hammer of the gun going off and that might be the last thing he ever did hear. But it didn't come.
It almost didn't feel real, as then a moment later he opened his eyes and found no one stood before him; before reason caught up and he remembered then that Sheena was indeed in their company. Off the back of that thought, something swelled up into the base of his throat, stole words away as Sephiroth's eyes fell to the phone that had crashed to the floor. A glance to Reno, as he stepped closer and crouched to retrieve it -whatever signal had been let off might not leave them much time before more trouble would come- and offered it to the red-haired turk. It seemed logical that Reno would have the best idea in how to 'disarm' whatever had been called upon them.
Still without a word. He then turned back to the cave, the short cloak ghosting his movements as he did so and made to also retreat back inside. But stopped just then, sharply, as another prickly feeling crept it's way around the front of his forehead. It caused a deep frown, as again he raised a hand -squeezing thumb and forefinger between temples to try to focus past that pesky headache that came from time to time.]
Well, that was enlightening- [He spoke to no one in particular, but seemed to be quickly catching up in terms of that elusive 'when' which had escaped them still, so far.
As steps were taken into the cave, and back into the vicinity of the others, one phrase stuck repeating around his head. 'How many times...']
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It almost didn't feel real, as then a moment later he opened his eyes and found no one stood before him; before reason caught up and he remembered then that Sheena was indeed in their company. Off the back of that thought, something swelled up into the base of his throat, stole words away as Sephiroth's eyes fell to the phone that had crashed to the floor. A glance to Reno, as he stepped closer and crouched to retrieve it -whatever signal had been let off might not leave them much time before more trouble would come- and offered it to the red-haired turk. It seemed logical that Reno would have the best idea in how to 'disarm' whatever had been called upon them.
Still without a word. He then turned back to the cave, the short cloak ghosting his movements as he did so and made to also retreat back inside. But stopped just then, sharply, as another prickly feeling crept it's way around the front of his forehead. It caused a deep frown, as again he raised a hand -squeezing thumb and forefinger between temples to try to focus past that pesky headache that came from time to time.]
Well, that was enlightening- [He spoke to no one in particular, but seemed to be quickly catching up in terms of that elusive 'when' which had escaped them still, so far.
As steps were taken into the cave, and back into the vicinity of the others, one phrase stuck repeating around his head. 'How many times...']