[Night 13] Killer's Wing (Cells)

[number1112]

11-12 woke up, feeling even worse than he had when he'd arrived. He opened his eyes blearily, finding himself back in his cell. Or at least he supposed that's where he was. They probably all looked the same. His arms felt leaden and full of pins and needles as he tried to sit up; his body protested with aches and stiffness and he winced, rubbing

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[clinically_nuts]

Sephiroth woke up with a growl the moment his mind came back into consciousness. He knew well the effects of being shocked into such a state, but for once he hadn't done anything to actually deserve it. So why had he been shocked

[number1112]

11-12's eyes widened at the sight of such an impressive man carrying swords.

"I... What's going on?" He spoke up, though with a tremor to his voice and shrinking back into his cell a little ways.

[clinically_nuts]

Sephiroth could almost taste the stench of fear radiating off from this one, and as he watched the child shrink back into his cell, the ex-General sounded a softly amused chuckle. It felt like almost a lifetime ago that he'd tasted such a delightful bout of fear, and it was perhaps because of that that the ex-General found himself speaking.

"Those that entrap us here seem to enjoy watching us roam around the prison at night," He murmured in open amusement. Sephiroth's gaze only lingered for a short moment before he huffed softly and began making his way down the hallway again. He would spare this fool this once.

[number1112]

Having nowhere else to go and not wanting to remain in his cell all alone, 11-12 began following Sephiroth, even though the man was rather frightening.

"So we can move around at night... Where are the guards? And why do you have those swords?" His questions came out nervously but still full of curiosity.