Is This a Joke?
Who: Veld, Elfe, and Fuhito.
When: RIGHT after Elfe and Fu had their little reunion back at the old logs and Seph's in the tube? [I SWEAR I'LL WORK IN THE RIGHT TIMELINE ONE OF THESE DAYS!! DX]
Rating: Um. It's Veld. He's his own warning label.
Summary: A Turk walks into his office one morning to find his daughter and the man who almost killed her (twice!) nursing wounds. Where's the punchline?
It was quiet in the ShinRa offices, a fact Fuhito didn't entirely enjoy. The chittering remnants of Zirconaide echoed in his head; It didn't sound happy about the injuries to its host, nor the fact that it had no way to heal them. Fuhito could only examine the butterfly bandages holding his arm together, occasionally testing the range of movement in his hand. Not much better, but it wasn't healed all the way yet.
With a little apprehension, Fuhito found himself addressing the voice in his head, which chittered happily when he called the voice a male. Fuhito listened carefully to the language, noting it had an odd combination of vowel sounds. Other than that? Nothing from this analysis.
Did he think himself mad? No. He knew that this was an insane act, and therefore he could not possibly be insane. He was competent enough to know that the voice in his head was just in his head, and that Elfe, who was possibly ignoring him at the moment, was not. There. He passed a basic test of sanity.
Then, silence. Cold, reverberating silence in his skull.
Before he could question why, however, he froze at the sound of the doorknob. And he had no where to run.
When: RIGHT after Elfe and Fu had their little reunion back at the old logs and Seph's in the tube? [I SWEAR I'LL WORK IN THE RIGHT TIMELINE ONE OF THESE DAYS!! DX]
Rating: Um. It's Veld. He's his own warning label.
Summary: A Turk walks into his office one morning to find his daughter and the man who almost killed her (twice!) nursing wounds. Where's the punchline?
It was quiet in the ShinRa offices, a fact Fuhito didn't entirely enjoy. The chittering remnants of Zirconaide echoed in his head; It didn't sound happy about the injuries to its host, nor the fact that it had no way to heal them. Fuhito could only examine the butterfly bandages holding his arm together, occasionally testing the range of movement in his hand. Not much better, but it wasn't healed all the way yet.
With a little apprehension, Fuhito found himself addressing the voice in his head, which chittered happily when he called the voice a male. Fuhito listened carefully to the language, noting it had an odd combination of vowel sounds. Other than that? Nothing from this analysis.
Did he think himself mad? No. He knew that this was an insane act, and therefore he could not possibly be insane. He was competent enough to know that the voice in his head was just in his head, and that Elfe, who was possibly ignoring him at the moment, was not. There. He passed a basic test of sanity.
Then, silence. Cold, reverberating silence in his skull.
Before he could question why, however, he froze at the sound of the doorknob. And he had no where to run.