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#3 | [Event Log] Night of the Thirteen Moogles
Characters: Sephiroth & OPEN [Event-log]
Where/When: As titles below.
Summary: At first, there is nothing happening with Sephiroth. He has lost the ability to call forth on the power his Jobs granted him; still believing his weakness might be a sign of impending stasis, he has kept up his training regimen/study at the Library as if there is nothing wrong - but he hasn't been monster hunting; that would be suicide. Until the morning of 18th October, and it all shifts dramatically-
Warnings: Specifically in #3- Worsening exhaustion/flu-like symptoms leading to character death on 28th October
#1 - 18th October: House A-02 / Around Aqures Ixen
As if being dropped in a dream, eyes shot open as if he had hit a concrete floor. A sharp twitch along every cluster of nerves down Sephiroth's spine was so sudden it was almost painful. He lay there as still as possible and yet somewhat out of breath, unfocused vision picking out patterns on the ceiling that weren't really there. It was still dark, very early in the morning. He must have turned awkwardly in his sleep, it wouldn't surprise him at all - just something else to add to the near-constant aches and pains of some variation that had come to define his existence in Crystallis. No pain no gain.
If not for the dull humming of the flinch that didn't just fade away. Quite the opposite, it quickly blossomed outwards in every direction and carried an intense crackling of energy along with it. Like a high-adrenaline shot but so much more. His pulse began to race, there was an instant ringing in his ears and a bitter lump quickly formed in the back of his throat. Sephiroth forced himself to both swallow and blink as the Mako infused deeply within his entire being all lit up at once as if a switch was thrown on. It was all too much energy in one go and the noise of shock that he made was completely involuntary as his body was thrown into something of a rapid seizure. All muscles clenched and he crushed his eyes closed as it wracked his entire frame.
Minutes passed, but it felt like hours before Sephiroth looked around the room in the loudly humming afterglow. A light green, smoking outline danced along the edge of his skin as he pulled arms out of the covers and forced himself to get up. He could see Spencer across the room, still fast asleep in his drawer of a bed - completely oblivious. Mako- He thought as, still only in the shorts he slept in, Sephiroth shakily strode out onto the landing. His throat was intensely dry, a common side effect but nothing a tall glass of water wouldn't fix. As for the abundance of energy that danced through him, well, he wouldn't be going back to bed. He really should have been more aware of that top step though; the heavy sound of a body crashing down the stairs ripped through the early morning gloom of the house-
"Kupo!" The startled noise of a woken moogle followed.
Later, all equipped and more ready for anything than Sephiroth had felt since he arrived in Aqures he took the opportunity for an extended patrol around the Districts. All lethargy he felt was gone, all lingering aches from over training and even the recent sprain to his sword hand was as if it had never happened. No trace whatsoever of his early morning tumble. It was chillier out than recently, but it didn't bother him at all; pride swollen in his bearing once more and plain to see in how he carried himself. Whatever had ailed him, it was over now and he was returned to how he should be. This was how he could be a Hero.
It felt good, never mind the light tiredness which hung somewhere in the back of his mind, what could he expect from such a sudden rush.
#2 - 19th October: Aqurean Forest
Bodies of blackened, still-smoldering Ochu littered a small path of destruction towards a small clearing where Sephiroth fought off the remaining two of them. The ailments that they would usually cast were short lived indeed; sleep couldn't touch his energized state, and poison was countered immediately with Esuna - a magical haze of green obscuring Sephiroth from view momentarily when it was cast.
He smirked widely and cast his final two large fireballs outwards towards them. Thorny arms flailed and the monsters screeched as they fell limp. Good. His Fire materia hadn't depreciated at all for the months it had lain inactive. There was no sign at all of the armor his Jobs had required him to equip, only his signature silver and leather, as Sephiroth stepped out of his battle stance and turned back towards the tree that Spencer had opted to sit and watch up in; nodding once to the moogle that the coast was clear again for him to come down.
"Who would've known, Kupo, that you could use crystals to cast magic like that." The small moogle commented as he hovered down, checking something off on a list. "But don't you think we should head back soon- we have come quite a way out and we should get back before it starts to get too late."
"Don't be scared, Spencer. I can handle it."
#3 - 25th - 28th October: House A-02
A few days prior, Jessie had told him that he wouldn't last until November. At the time, Sephiroth had brushed it off, being only afflicted with the lightest of sniffles. The only reason he had gone to Jessie at all was due to the impossibility of him developing a cold in the first place, considering the return to his Mako-infused state and not to mention - Sephiroth had never fallen sick to the common cold in his life.
Oh how he rued that notion now. If anything, he was beginning to wonder if the Mako were heightening the virus that had him now bed bound and miserable.
Sephiroth couldn't move very much, or with very much strength at all without intense pain flaring up in all his joints. His nose was a faucet that couldn't turn off, and recently all of his sweat glands begun to act the same way as well; running a fever whilst wrapped up in two blankets and yet still shivering. What was a tickly cough now felt as if it were shredding his windpipe every time he erupted into an unannounced bout of coughing and though Sephiroth felt exhausted, he didn't dare allow sleep to take him.
Mako-gleaming green slitted eyes peered over the top of sheets pulled up right to his chin, at anyone who would dare to enter his room. He really should have considered that lock while he was still well, couldn't they all just leave him to die in peace?
Where/When: As titles below.
Summary: At first, there is nothing happening with Sephiroth. He has lost the ability to call forth on the power his Jobs granted him; still believing his weakness might be a sign of impending stasis, he has kept up his training regimen/study at the Library as if there is nothing wrong - but he hasn't been monster hunting; that would be suicide. Until the morning of 18th October, and it all shifts dramatically-
Warnings: Specifically in #3- Worsening exhaustion/flu-like symptoms leading to character death on 28th October
#1 - 18th October: House A-02 / Around Aqures Ixen
As if being dropped in a dream, eyes shot open as if he had hit a concrete floor. A sharp twitch along every cluster of nerves down Sephiroth's spine was so sudden it was almost painful. He lay there as still as possible and yet somewhat out of breath, unfocused vision picking out patterns on the ceiling that weren't really there. It was still dark, very early in the morning. He must have turned awkwardly in his sleep, it wouldn't surprise him at all - just something else to add to the near-constant aches and pains of some variation that had come to define his existence in Crystallis. No pain no gain.
If not for the dull humming of the flinch that didn't just fade away. Quite the opposite, it quickly blossomed outwards in every direction and carried an intense crackling of energy along with it. Like a high-adrenaline shot but so much more. His pulse began to race, there was an instant ringing in his ears and a bitter lump quickly formed in the back of his throat. Sephiroth forced himself to both swallow and blink as the Mako infused deeply within his entire being all lit up at once as if a switch was thrown on. It was all too much energy in one go and the noise of shock that he made was completely involuntary as his body was thrown into something of a rapid seizure. All muscles clenched and he crushed his eyes closed as it wracked his entire frame.
Minutes passed, but it felt like hours before Sephiroth looked around the room in the loudly humming afterglow. A light green, smoking outline danced along the edge of his skin as he pulled arms out of the covers and forced himself to get up. He could see Spencer across the room, still fast asleep in his drawer of a bed - completely oblivious. Mako- He thought as, still only in the shorts he slept in, Sephiroth shakily strode out onto the landing. His throat was intensely dry, a common side effect but nothing a tall glass of water wouldn't fix. As for the abundance of energy that danced through him, well, he wouldn't be going back to bed. He really should have been more aware of that top step though; the heavy sound of a body crashing down the stairs ripped through the early morning gloom of the house-
"Kupo!" The startled noise of a woken moogle followed.
Later, all equipped and more ready for anything than Sephiroth had felt since he arrived in Aqures he took the opportunity for an extended patrol around the Districts. All lethargy he felt was gone, all lingering aches from over training and even the recent sprain to his sword hand was as if it had never happened. No trace whatsoever of his early morning tumble. It was chillier out than recently, but it didn't bother him at all; pride swollen in his bearing once more and plain to see in how he carried himself. Whatever had ailed him, it was over now and he was returned to how he should be. This was how he could be a Hero.
It felt good, never mind the light tiredness which hung somewhere in the back of his mind, what could he expect from such a sudden rush.
#2 - 19th October: Aqurean Forest
Bodies of blackened, still-smoldering Ochu littered a small path of destruction towards a small clearing where Sephiroth fought off the remaining two of them. The ailments that they would usually cast were short lived indeed; sleep couldn't touch his energized state, and poison was countered immediately with Esuna - a magical haze of green obscuring Sephiroth from view momentarily when it was cast.
He smirked widely and cast his final two large fireballs outwards towards them. Thorny arms flailed and the monsters screeched as they fell limp. Good. His Fire materia hadn't depreciated at all for the months it had lain inactive. There was no sign at all of the armor his Jobs had required him to equip, only his signature silver and leather, as Sephiroth stepped out of his battle stance and turned back towards the tree that Spencer had opted to sit and watch up in; nodding once to the moogle that the coast was clear again for him to come down.
"Who would've known, Kupo, that you could use crystals to cast magic like that." The small moogle commented as he hovered down, checking something off on a list. "But don't you think we should head back soon- we have come quite a way out and we should get back before it starts to get too late."
"Don't be scared, Spencer. I can handle it."
#3 - 25th - 28th October: House A-02
A few days prior, Jessie had told him that he wouldn't last until November. At the time, Sephiroth had brushed it off, being only afflicted with the lightest of sniffles. The only reason he had gone to Jessie at all was due to the impossibility of him developing a cold in the first place, considering the return to his Mako-infused state and not to mention - Sephiroth had never fallen sick to the common cold in his life.
Oh how he rued that notion now. If anything, he was beginning to wonder if the Mako were heightening the virus that had him now bed bound and miserable.
Sephiroth couldn't move very much, or with very much strength at all without intense pain flaring up in all his joints. His nose was a faucet that couldn't turn off, and recently all of his sweat glands begun to act the same way as well; running a fever whilst wrapped up in two blankets and yet still shivering. What was a tickly cough now felt as if it were shredding his windpipe every time he erupted into an unannounced bout of coughing and though Sephiroth felt exhausted, he didn't dare allow sleep to take him.
Mako-gleaming green slitted eyes peered over the top of sheets pulled up right to his chin, at anyone who would dare to enter his room. He really should have considered that lock while he was still well, couldn't they all just leave him to die in peace?
2 - let us dance
The poison laced in those words would be familiar enough to anyone that knew the history between these two men, although there had been a few weeks in this place where Genesis wasn't so venomous. But just like Sephiroth, the rush of mako had left Genesis feeling far better than it should. It didn't last long. As the mako rush left, another, far too familiar feeling set in.
He glided down from the sky, his wing stretched to catch the air and a few faded feathers pulled loose from the wing's main body. His moogle was nowhere in sight - after the first feeling of wrongness, Genesis had sent the young moogle to Angeal in a way to protect her from seeing this degradation.
And to keep her from getting in the way of an inevitable fight.
He landed, tilting his head slightly in the direction of fallen monsters. "Tell me, do you feel justified in this slaughter?"
oh boy oh boy
At first, Sephiroth rather non-chalantly looked over Genesis and his winged form during his -as usual- over-dramatic posturing. Then as the man glided down closer to the ground sharp mako-tinted eyes quickly caught the faded color to his feathers, drawn across the vast extent of Genesis' degradation; it was much worse than Sephiroth had ever seen it and thus caused a deeper frown by the time Genesis landed.
He didn't dare to glance over at the remains of the monsters he had slain, tightening his grip around the handle of Masamune in the meantime. Sephiroth fancied he could almost smell the violence that was almost inevitably about to erupt between them. Although last time the circumstances had been similar and he hadn't allowed Genesis to goad him into a fight, after that comment he wasn't so sure he could hold his nerve so firmly in check; the threat already hung heavily in the air.
"They are formidable monsters." He tried to keep his tone of voice level but Genesis would for sure notice the effort Sephiroth was having to make with it.
"It is the calling of a Hero to continue to better himself against such."
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The dream of this place was gone, the normality he had hoped for was nothing more than a lie. Genesis could almost laugh if only he would not start crying at the sheer pain of being exactly where he was before his first moments in this place. Sephiroth's cells would cure him, but he doubt that anything he would say would have his former friend feel any ways charitable towards him.
"Tell me my friend, have you met your mother yet?"
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He still remained stood straight up tall, his feet slightly spread in case the need for a battle stance might any second present itself. It gripped his heart with a cold steel fist to see Genesis in this way and the bitterness quickly developed a hard lump in his throat. And then there was that question.
"My mother-" He swallowed, and dropped that gaze to the ground only for a second before raising it to Genesis once more. It was an uncomfortable topic of discussion, a secret one that had only once before been fondly whispered within friends. They weren't friends now, and that made Sephiroth instantly more suspicious; why rehash this, now? "-is dead."
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Every breath was a fight. Every movement was a battle. It hurt but Genesis wasn't going to let Sephiroth see the pain. He wouldn't give him that satisfaction even though there was a slight hitch in his voice, a slight offness about the way he hold himself. Yes, the posing was still there, but he was also clearly holding himself to ease the stiffness in his limbs.
"No, death would not be easy for ShinRa's mothers."
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Before the fight with Genesis
The morning was filled with careful touches, even though he broke the dining room table's legs from putting too much pressure on it without realizing he had. This table was with him outside and rested against the outer wall of his house. The light green glow hadn't completely faded. He thought to test out just how much he had gotten back and the lingering thoughts of his powers returning had caused him to wonder just how much in control he was in when the unpredictable nature of his surroundings had so much reminded him of home.
One thing was clear. He had no idea where his power came from when he saw no evidence of a Lifestream. The simple chore of chopping wood was another problem. He managed to wedge his ax inside the chopping block. He stood there with a frown and stared at it for a good five minutes until he finally decided on leaving the ax there and started his way toward Sephiroth's house that was right next door with a window in full view of the ax in sight edged in the treated stump. There could be worse things.
Mogington tilted his head and looked from the ax and to Angeal and shuddered. "Wow, you didn't seem the type to be destructive."
Angeal said nothing to the effect and knocked on Sephiroth's door instead.
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The knock on the door was as quick as described so he had been expecting it. Though Sephiroth hadn't moved all that much from the armchair in the lounge since he'd gotten back from his patrol; and as the sound reached his ears they hummed again in a higher pitch. The rush was still there, if quieter than it had been. Less overpowering, yet Sephiroth gingerly got to his feet and strode to answer the door.
It only took Mako-tinted eyes to meet the same in his old friend for him to nod lightly and step aside to let Angeal in.
"So I see."
If one didn't focus on Sephiroth all that closely, the light green haze surrounding him lingered still but in an out of focus way. But at least he wasn't shaking anymore from the intense dosage that had awoken all at once.
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He stepped in and tried not to touch anything. With his strength returned the way it had, he was afraid that everything was as thin as eggshells. He had thought that he had to retrain himself, which was a lot like riding a bicycle, it was just taking the time to do it that was going to be the challenge. He sighed and turned around.
"Have you experienced the same?"
He didn't think he needed to ask the obvious. He figured that if he was going through the mako rush, Sephiroth would be experiencing the same. It was logic, or at least he thought he was using it correctly. The bright green returned to his eyes and that was enough to show him that it was true.
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"It seems to be the case."
The gleam to Sephiroth's shining eyes dimmed somewhat as his thick lashes lowered over their color in a confirming nod in Angeal's direction. There didn't need to be anything else said on the matter. It felt surreal enough, as he flicked his eyes back up over Angeal's face as he led them into the main living room of his home. He still felt majorly detached from his being as a result of the afterglow which wasn't leaving any time soon. Sephiroth turned by the armchair he'd been sat in before lowering himself down into it more carefully than even Angeal might have been used to seeing him do.
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He summed up his morning as just another one in terms of chores and routine but that changed slightly during the rush. Somewhat ambiguous was Sephiroth's answer, Angeal read it clearly as, "I had a bad time."
He nodded his head once and hummed. There was no way he was going to offer to make tea this morning without risk of crushing the china or putting dents in the kettle. He chose a spot on the couch adjacent to the the arm chair and slowly lowered himself down.
Mogington decided to go with Spencer and stay with his co-worker that he had gotten closer to since their respective hero's arrival. He pulled out two kupo nut cookies that Angeal usually makes for Mogington and his friends to keep up his energy throughout the busy days of going back and forth between Mognet Central and Aqures Ixen. He handed one to Spencer with a nod and a kupo.
"What do you make of it?" Angeal asked in hopes for a little introspection on the matter. It seemed too coincidental that the lack of crystals the new heroes faced and the emergence of power they faced currently.
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A mixture of 1 & 3
This time she was nervously pacing down the hallway, occasionally stopping in front of Sephiroth's door and then pacing again. He had his routines but lately things have been weird and it left the young ninja worried and confused. Mooshoo was floating in place and as Yuffie passed him would try and speak with her. "If your worried go in..." She only silently shook her head and then continued pacing. There had to be something she could do but she was sure he would just yell at her again.
After an hour of thinking she ran down to the kitchen and made tea. She handed the hot glass to Mooshoo with a firm shove. "This is from you, to him." Yuffie's tone made it clear that she didn't want any affiliation with giving him tea but one thing that Wutai pride it's self on was its tea and tea makers.
With Mooshoo flying behind her she finally built up the courage to enter Sephiroth's room. The door creaked softly as she entered. "Hey..." Yuffie left her sarcastic remarks at the door as she entered. His stare was enough to silence her but she also knew that if he could get out of bed he would. So for now he was at her mercy.
He looked like death and as much as she didn't like him, she wanted to be the one who got her revenge, not some sickness. She waved to Mooshoo who flew over with the steaming cup of tea.
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There had come a point around one or two days ago when he'd retreated to his room, closed the door and not set a foot out since. There wasn't much of a sign of Spencer other than fetching water, soup and occasionally a damp cloth with small bowl to take up to the room. The moogle struggled with his one paw in a small sling but avoided Yuffie's interaction as well, he didn't want her to see how worried he was for the man the young girl hated so badly.
It was obvious that it was a sick room as soon as the door were creaked open. The curtains were drawn but for a small gap of daylight that peeked through and struck across the middle of the bed, distorted around the tall frame that was bundled all up inside.
Despite the glowing green orbs that penetrated the gloom as if they were made of materia themselves, Spencer was the first sign of movement as Yuffie entered. Despite his injury, the small moogle had taken up sentinel sat at the bottom of the bed with his back against the footboard. As if stirred further by his moogle moving, there was a deep grunt of a noise from Sephiroth himself as he pushed shoulders up more against the pillows. Every inch of his skin was shining with the sickness that would eventually take his life.
"Hey..." He mirrored Yuffie, the smooth deep tones that defined his voice sounded as if they'd been rubbed with course sandpaper entirely the right way. Indeed, the previous night had been the worst so far for his coughing.
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Her eyes looked over at Spencer who looked like he was pushing himself to much. She wanted to help the little moogle that had been so kind to her, even after she technically did something wrong. "You could have asked for help. I can wash your hair."
Her words were awkward because she was uncomfortable and it was her way of dealing with that fact. Yuffie wanted to scream at him for closing himself off in a dark room but she knew she had to keep her voice low or risk Spencer's wrath.
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Spencer hauled himself first to his feet, and then onto sitting on the edge of the foot board as Sephiroth fought to sit up more while Mooshoo floated over with tea. The little moogle wanted to get him to lie back down, he knew how much such movement was hurting and it couldn't be a good thing -but he couldn't stop Yuffie or Mooshoo for wanting also to help.
"I wouldn't want for you to get this." He answered, before swallowing sternly against the dryness already forming in his throat before it might make him cough again.
Where Sephiroth would usually quickly identify Yuffie's awkwardness, the way she really wanted to say something else, he didn't connect at all. He'd managed to get his arms to push himself into sitting up enough so he could drag the heavy weight of them over the top of the sheets and receive the offered tea from Mooshoo. Like most things, he probably wouldn't taste much of it but keeping warm things inside of him was comforting. His bare upper body was slick with sweat but not in the way anyone would see as attractive. With some threads of matted, greasy hair on either side he had certainly seen better days.
"Careful you don't spill it, Kupo!" Spencer warned, drawing attention to how even extending arms out to take the cup was fraught with small spasm-like shakes. Like the energy he still had from the mako was having to discharge itself through some sort of movement.
Spencer is so cute
She took a few quick strides over to the window and pulled the blinds to the side. "You've never been sick before have you. Sitting locked in a room in the dark will only make it worse." She opened the window and then the door for air circulation.
Yuffie really didn't care if she got sick. She was used to taking care of herself and that was through worse situations than just getting a cold. Though she hasn't run into anything like this before. She really hoped that getting him into a healthier environment would help.
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I GET TO USE THIS ICON
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Mooshoo wanted to be a doctor :3
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With her vision becoming more like that of glass layered with steam, the young woman fumbles frequently as she tries to walk to the hospital. She hasn't met many she could rely on, nor would she burden some one else with her condition. By happenstance she bumps into a tall figure, wincing instantly as even the slightest bump causes her discomfort.
Trying to breath, she goes into a coughing fit, covering her mouth to keep her sickness at bay as best as she can.
"For.. Forgive me. I wasn't watching where I was going."
Tifa can only make out basic outlines and colors, nothing detailed enough that would tell her who she had bumped into. Was it a familiar face, a stranger, or perhaps another Hero of Light?
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His black, mostly leather outline was obscured some by the light green impression of smoke that could be seen from some angles, and probably didn't help her to recognize him. At least until he spoke, that is.
"Be careful."
Sephiroth didn't even flinch away while Tifa crunched herself over in a coughing fit. In fact he stayed close in case she did need his support there. Now, of all times, he had nothing to fear about catching such an illness.
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"S.. Sorry."
Between words she chokes, coughing harder while she tries to keep herself standing on both legs. For a brief moment her eyes regain their focus, her vision settling upon the man in black with the silver sweep of hair. Her own eyes grow wide, a hand gripping at her chest as the realization sets her to a frantic state of shock.
Feet shuffle, trying her best to retreat backwards in the vain attempt to distance herself from her worst nightmares. The woman topples backwards, landing on the street as she keeps her attention on the man standing before her. Was he an apparition? A hallucination influenced by her fever?
"N.. No! It can't be!"
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And then she shuffled backwards after a sharp intake of air. Dumbstruck somewhat, yet taking care not to show it, Sephiroth watched her and stepped one foot in front of the other towards her as she toppled back onto the pavement. Had he done something wrong?
It can't be. Can't be what? Clearly this girl wasn't feeling all that great but no one had reported any hallucinations. Then again, his own mako-rushed state had first produced the same as well. In a swish of leather and silver he moved forwards and crouched down in front of Tifa, looking over her for some tell tale sign of what might be wrong. She looked about as run down and tired out as anyone might with a cold-
"Are you OK?" He scolded himself for asking a question that seemed to have an obvious answer. "You should go home to rest."
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"Oh," he said. "Well met, sir. I am glad I am not the only one to think a patrol is in order." Perhaps if this warrior was taking care of things, he could go home and rest a bit.
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Yet, he didn't have Jobs anymore, and his mako-given strength was much returned. No more claustrophobic helmets and armor plates to sweat within. He even wore the window of bare flesh at his upper chest with the pride that he used to. That taunting window that no opponent would ever get close enough to strike.
Mostly the patrol had been to re-calibrate, to settle his energy levels back down after the hefty boost to them he'd woken up with. To put his mind towards something. It wasn't working very well at all, and every inch of the perimeter of Sephiroth's being seemed to hum with unused vigor - he heard Ramza in higher definition as well, and paused in his stride to turn back to the voice. He had at least been polite.
"It's very important to keep a keen eye all around ones surroundings." He answered, almost as if it was a given but lacking something of the bite that it would have held if it was intended to be an insult.
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He put a hand to his chin as he tried to recall the sign-up sheets for the patrols he had organized. So far, he had not had any sign-ups whose name he had not recognized. It would seem the silver-haired man was acting as a free agent.
"Do you think you will be patrolling this area on a regular basis?" He asked, trying not to sound too eager. If this territory was already claimed by a volunteer, that made his job easier. "I am trying to organize a watch, Sir...?"
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"Sephiroth." He answered the invitation to introduce himself with a nod, and why not, even if he'd never get used to having to give his name to others.
"I see." He paused, looked away from Ramza and turned to look to one side, and then the other of the street they were in. Quickly verifying his bearings, something Spencer usually did on his behalf but the small moogle wasn't with him on this occasion. Like so many others had done in telling their companions to stay indoors, obviously it was best if moogles stayed home.
"I do come this way often, on route to the Library at the University." Sephiroth looked back to Ramza and mentally began to weigh up whether he could dedicate some of his time to patrolling or not. Truth was, there wasn't much of a reason for him not to volunteer. "I can conduct something of a watch around here, if it is needed."
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1 - after Tifa's encounter
The moment Zack caught sight of the silver-haired 1st he lifted a hand to greet him. "Yo, Sephiroth! You look energized. Get a good night's sleep?"
His squats stop and he jogged over to the other, it seemed that even without mako Zack was a fountain of energy. At first he'd been surprised by Sephiroth here but he's had time to accept it, and think about what he was going to do about it. In the end Zack had decided to do nothing - to not tell him about the information that changed everything. So here he is, acting normal. Or well, what would count as normal for them anyway.
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Whatever it was, he knew well when he wasn't wanted and didn't want to distress her further and so had come away. Continued with his patrol towards one of the parks in the City and where Zack was squatting. It picked his mood up quickly, seeing the other 1st doing something so familiar.
"Much more than that, Zack." He commented with a slight nod, once the other man were in earshot, not being one to shout unless it was necessary. Sephiroth looked over the other SOLDIER, and couldn't help but wonder if he too had had the same rush of mako awakening within him. For the time being though that question was kept to himself.