Who: a_general_chaos || Open When: Perhaps an hour after this incident. Where: Solamente Park Rating: PG probably Summary: Amnesia, melancholia and stress - not a good recipe.
Vincent had spotted him from afar. Cloud told them all in that locked message to not approach him or mess with him, but the AVALANCHE leader would have to forgive him this transgression. Slowly he steps, not in a hurry for what he had in mind; facing down what you were responsible for allowing didn't exactly make one ecstatic to approach another.
Soon he's at Sephiroth's side, cloak fluttering behind him somewhat. He had seen the ex-General's own message; did he truly not know who he was? "To forget yourself down to your core; hm, others may consider it a blessing."
Had he been what he was, he would have heard the barest flutter of movement from afar, but as such, he only looked up when he heard the other speak. MAKO eyes still narrowed; he trusted no breathing thing in this place.
"Then I wish them good fortune and luck," he replied caustically, tone chilly. "Because right now, it's miserable. I can't think of a worse punishment, actually."
Vincent wasn't much on trust, especially if he didn't somebody, of course. The tone of Sephiroth's voice does nothing to chill him or unsettle him.
"Others would disagree, but to each their own." To see this man he knew in such a different light look so...broken, that unsettled him the most. Perhaps though, this was a good thing? If he remembered going through all of this once he did indeed regain his memories, it could help him somewhat.
"Yes, well. Give them my best, huh? Whoever I happen to be."
Gods, but his head ached. Clenching his eyes closed, he tried not to double over with the effort, but it was throbbing so loudly he honestly feared he might pass out. The former dull ache had escalated to a shit-kicking earthquake inside his skull and he leaned over on his knees, praying to whatever god he happened to hold to for it to cease.
All in all, he feared he'd rather be dead than to live with this. It'd be preferable, especially now.
Vincent said nothing at first, content to watch Sephiroth kneel over in pain--not because he had a problem with him, but more in a neutral sense. He recognized this sort of pose, the way he was holding his head.
"I deal with those often." He finally says, wondering if any technique he may have would be considered helpful. "Try to relax." The voice is a bit closer this time around, Vincent bent at the knees in a crouch at his side.
Despite his memory being locked away behind an impenetrable wall, he was, nevertheless, regaining a bit of his former motor function, which enabled him to shoot to his feet and whirl around, glaring down at the stranger in red.
"Leave me alone." Instinct made him wary, cautious, defensively-aggressive. "I'm not bothering you, so just toddle along. I don't want any of you...pestering me."
Vincent sighs but smirks lightly under the collar of his cloak. "Very well." This is what trying to be helpful got him; and his comrades wondered why they didn't hear from him too often.
"Lashing out, however, helps nothing. If you can remember nothing, simply make new memories. Pleasant ones are advisable." He rises to his feet in one fluid motion, turning away and walking in the opposite direction. Hopefully for all of them Sephiroth would never recover his memory.
Soon he's at Sephiroth's side, cloak fluttering behind him somewhat. He had seen the ex-General's own message; did he truly not know who he was? "To forget yourself down to your core; hm, others may consider it a blessing."
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"Then I wish them good fortune and luck," he replied caustically, tone chilly. "Because right now, it's miserable. I can't think of a worse punishment, actually."
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"Others would disagree, but to each their own." To see this man he knew in such a different light look so...broken, that unsettled him the most. Perhaps though, this was a good thing? If he remembered going through all of this once he did indeed regain his memories, it could help him somewhat.
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Gods, but his head ached. Clenching his eyes closed, he tried not to double over with the effort, but it was throbbing so loudly he honestly feared he might pass out. The former dull ache had escalated to a shit-kicking earthquake inside his skull and he leaned over on his knees, praying to whatever god he happened to hold to for it to cease.
All in all, he feared he'd rather be dead than to live with this. It'd be preferable, especially now.
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"I deal with those often." He finally says, wondering if any technique he may have would be considered helpful. "Try to relax." The voice is a bit closer this time around, Vincent bent at the knees in a crouch at his side.
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"Leave me alone." Instinct made him wary, cautious, defensively-aggressive. "I'm not bothering you, so just toddle along. I don't want any of you...pestering me."
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"Lashing out, however, helps nothing. If you can remember nothing, simply make new memories. Pleasant ones are advisable." He rises to his feet in one fluid motion, turning away and walking in the opposite direction. Hopefully for all of them Sephiroth would never recover his memory.
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