Something in his intuition, perhaps, indicated to Sephiroth that the neutral expression that the girl were holding wasn't terribly dissimilar to how he might hold his own. Keeping that cool facade was a technique he had spent an entire lifetime perfecting, and so to see it employed by someone else -or so he thought maybe she were employing it- was something of a red flag.
It would be too typical for her to be doing so though, right? This was his vivid dream and rightly so he was running the proverbial fingernail along its edge, looking for that detail that might grant him release back into the conscious realm. Anything he could pick apart could only help him to wake up, and Sephiroth was certain his logic was beyond sharp enough to do so. To say he already was putting too many layers of thought into the whole 'Aqures Ixen situation' would be putting it mildly. Eventually Sephiroth broke that scrutinizing gaze from Shelke's face, though still safely tucked behind his own blank mask, and turned his attention also to the small moogle sat on the oversized chair next to him.
"Elsewhere-" It started as a question but turned thoughtful as his logical mind quickly caught the meaning, the only indication to his expression was a small twitch to a thin silver eyebrow on one side though mostly hidden by his hair. Sephiroth flicked eyes to Shelke and then back to Spencer again, the small moogle wrinkled his button of a nose as if sensing he was being addressed and lowered the phamplet to look between the two Heroes of Light.
"-somewhere else. All sorts of other places. Dimensions." He mused, leading Spencer into explaining.
"Suppose it could be, kupo! It has to do with the crystals, like in the legend. That's why it's so important that you all arrived holding one."
All the talk of legends and heroes. Sephiroth had already started to turn a blind ear to it for the amount of times he'd heard it only in one day if only to save on the amount of eye-rolling he might have ended up doing. He glanced up to Shelke once more, and shook his head briefly before sitting back on his chair again. All this talk of fantasy was only reinforcing the belief that he was stuck in some odd dream.
Never mind that mogs, moogles, whichever was the correct term - were creatures of fable where he came from anyway. This was all getting tiresome already and Sephiroth drew purple-silver armored arms up into being folded over his chest, that hunger forgotten.
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It would be too typical for her to be doing so though, right? This was his vivid dream and rightly so he was running the proverbial fingernail along its edge, looking for that detail that might grant him release back into the conscious realm. Anything he could pick apart could only help him to wake up, and Sephiroth was certain his logic was beyond sharp enough to do so. To say he already was putting too many layers of thought into the whole 'Aqures Ixen situation' would be putting it mildly. Eventually Sephiroth broke that scrutinizing gaze from Shelke's face, though still safely tucked behind his own blank mask, and turned his attention also to the small moogle sat on the oversized chair next to him.
"Elsewhere-" It started as a question but turned thoughtful as his logical mind quickly caught the meaning, the only indication to his expression was a small twitch to a thin silver eyebrow on one side though mostly hidden by his hair. Sephiroth flicked eyes to Shelke and then back to Spencer again, the small moogle wrinkled his button of a nose as if sensing he was being addressed and lowered the phamplet to look between the two Heroes of Light.
"-somewhere else. All sorts of other places. Dimensions." He mused, leading Spencer into explaining.
"Suppose it could be, kupo! It has to do with the crystals, like in the legend. That's why it's so important that you all arrived holding one."
All the talk of legends and heroes. Sephiroth had already started to turn a blind ear to it for the amount of times he'd heard it only in one day if only to save on the amount of eye-rolling he might have ended up doing. He glanced up to Shelke once more, and shook his head briefly before sitting back on his chair again. All this talk of fantasy was only reinforcing the belief that he was stuck in some odd dream.
Never mind that mogs, moogles, whichever was the correct term - were creatures of fable where he came from anyway. This was all getting tiresome already and Sephiroth drew purple-silver armored arms up into being folded over his chest, that hunger forgotten.
"If you say so, Spencer."