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[adventlead]

Euphemia...

No matter how stubborn she is, I'll find her and I'll teach her how to really fight, since that other one did such a good job!

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[withoutawing]

[Oh Kadaj, Sephiroth applauds this.]

[adventlead]

[Switching it to video, he gives a little bow.]

[withoutawing]

[Goes to video as well, giving him a salute before clicking it off. And is that the hospital's left side in the picture? Why yes it is, if Kadaj is still looking for Sephiroth.]

[adventlead]

[Oh he saw that. Kadaj grins and then turns off the video, speaking into it instead.]

Found you!

[withoutawing]

Mm. You will still need to catch me.

[adventlead]

I will! I'm really close!

[withoutawing]

Shall you now? [He purrs the words, sounding amused with the game.]

[adventlead]

You'll find out soon! [He shouts, his feet pounding loudly as he makes it around the corner with the hospital in sight.]

[withoutawing]

I suppose I shall. [He chuckles and stays right where he's standing.] And what will you do once you find me?

[adventlead]

I'll... [He catches sight of him and comes to a stop, skidding on his heels.] Play!

[withoutawing]

Will you now? [Sephiroth sees him as well, smiling and touching the side of his head in a mock salute. The former General was in jeans, his hair up in an elaborate knot and the Masamune nowhere in sight.]

And what do you wish to play?

[adventlead]

Now I will. [Returning the salute, he tilts his head at the image as if looking at a different angle will somehow help him. With a quiet pause, he shrugs and unclips the straps that hold Souba and puts it against the wall.]

...I don't know. What games did you consider fun back there?

[withoutawing]

[Oh Kadaj, he finds you so amusing as he watches, staying right where he is standing on a pile of half-rotten wood.]

There is tag and then there is survive.

[adventlead]

[Good thing Kadaj doesn't know, or he'd make an idiot out of himself. He quirks a brow at the wood, but says nothing.]

Survive is a daily challenge. Tag would be unfair, to you.

[withoutawing]

Is that so? [Sephiroth speaks with that soft purr, shifting his balance on the wood and making it creak in protest.] Because your chip is gone?

[adventlead]

Yes... [The hairs on the back of his neck rise, but he remains in his spot, straightening his posture a little proudly.] It is. And now I can do so much more. Would you like a display?