Who: Sephiroth, Vega (?) [Open to any Jenova interference, Open to any NPC-age of other people]
When:
During the snowfallLocation: Nr Fort Condor, far enough outside of Junon.
Rating: PG (will amend if needed)
Summary: Having scattered after the first, failed raid on Junon, Sephiroth and a handful of followers can only bunker down within small set of
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Perhaps that was the exact reason why the short, sharp current which carried the scream came and stretched across so many miles so suddenly. It passed through Sephiroth's psychic defenses like a hot knife through butter. A dagger of scalding hate amongst the bitter cold of everything else. It blurred vision for a moment, nearly physically made Sephiroth jump.
He blinked the initial shock back hard, using the cold to anchor his conscious mind. A flash of blonde passed his minds eye and was instantly recognized. Sephiroth didn't even pause to consider when this link had formed without his knowledge, for how long it had laid dormant while they had been around each other.
HANG in there...
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...won't disappoint....
There's a flash of images - Hojo tapping a finger against her nose, Hojo laughing, a gint of silver cutting into gray-ish skin - followed by another wave of seething hatred.
....Hurry. Before I kill him myself.
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He still remembered gazing with heavy eyes upon the large needle before his world had faded to black under the anesthetic. He shuddered, caring little if anyone around had noticed; with this weather it might be dismissed as a cold chill rather than a chill of deep disgust.
Don't do anything foolish...
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There is a few moments of silence, so long that perhaps the connection is lost. Or perhaps its a growing weakness - so much attention and strength is being sucked away on the sender's end. But one final comment comes through, much like the echo that started this link.
...be home soon...
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