[It would never have replaced the highly-coveted environment Sephiroth had been in back home, but he had started to adjust to the living situation in Esdham over the last few months. He wasn't close to any particular one of the other soldiers but more than a few of them were at least on the level of acquaintances.
He's not one to seek the comfort either. It was a bitter pill to swallow but hardly one Sephiroth hadn't had to take before. As Jade has finished speaking, Sephiroth seems to have finished recomposing himself. Already his sharp tactical intellect working to connect the dots, fired by the adrenaline sparked.]
Of course not. This can only be a beginning.
[There is only one reason the barracks might be attacked first, and that is to lessen the numbers of troops that might be able to hold back an attack. Sure enough, even as Sephiroth's thought train crossed that logical line he spotted what could only have been the forces that had dealt such a devastating blow.]
There. [He nods his head in the direction of the first advancing groups of Warriors/Mages and pulls the faceplate to his dragoon like helmet firmly down over his head, taking a moment to secure it and feed his long silver hair up and through the back where it rested like a decadent plume down his back. Masamune sung as it was pulled down and across from it's cross-back sheath at Sephiroth's left side.]
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He's not one to seek the comfort either. It was a bitter pill to swallow but hardly one Sephiroth hadn't had to take before. As Jade has finished speaking, Sephiroth seems to have finished recomposing himself. Already his sharp tactical intellect working to connect the dots, fired by the adrenaline sparked.]
Of course not. This can only be a beginning.
[There is only one reason the barracks might be attacked first, and that is to lessen the numbers of troops that might be able to hold back an attack. Sure enough, even as Sephiroth's thought train crossed that logical line he spotted what could only have been the forces that had dealt such a devastating blow.]
There. [He nods his head in the direction of the first advancing groups of Warriors/Mages and pulls the faceplate to his dragoon like helmet firmly down over his head, taking a moment to secure it and feed his long silver hair up and through the back where it rested like a decadent plume down his back. Masamune sung as it was pulled down and across from it's cross-back sheath at Sephiroth's left side.]
Are you ready?