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[velvet_zealot]

[Spinning, tumbling, clattering noisily to the ground, the Forge turns on and instantly begins recording. It lands awkwardly upon its side throwing the room that is in view into distorted perspective

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[i_love_squats]

[Zack was about to chastise the slaughter of the rather innocent mouse and make a comment on wasting ammo when he saw the top half of this mystery poster's face above that violent streak of blood. Silver hair. Vibrant green eyes. Young. Zack had an immediate flashback to a burning village, to a dark reactor, to someone falling with a severed head to their chest, but it passed. From what he could see, this person looked different. Younger.

[Coincidence? Maybe. Hopefully. He prayed to Shiva it was. But the Mother talk worried him, gave him an itch. In the meantime, he'd just have to be cautious. No jumping to conclusions.]

It's called a Forge. It's a communication device we're all given here.

You're new, I take it?

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[velvet_zealot]

[Yazoo takes his time responding. Blood has a tendency to smear rather than wipe away, you know? And leaving all that gore to thicken and harden would completely muffle the audio... Can't have that.

When he finally does reply, however, he seems rather bored. Perhaps a little disappointed if you listen closely enough.]

Aren't you a sharp one.

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[i_love_squats]

[Okay, so far, not so good. Zack stared down at his Forge for a minute, playing things over his head, wondering if he should know this guy, wondering if the General had a brother, wondering just what exactly he might be missing. He racked his brain, came up with nothing, and made a note to ask Angeal later.

[Of course, itt could still be just a coicidence, though. That wasn't completely ruled out, not when stranger things had happened. People came from all over the universe, and so what if one looked like Sephiroth? Things happened. He'd seen his fair share of folks with spikey hair. It wasn't unusual.]

Hey, you're the new one who didn't know what a Forge was; I'm just trying to help.

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[velvet_zealot]

Help?

[He didn't ask for it. Wouldn't. Not from some human, and probably not ever. Like his brothers, Yazoo was very prideful; like his brothers, he didn't believe that Mother would have much use for a helpless and weak son. It was better to be fit, to stand on one's own-to kill or be killed. That was the law of survival.

Yazoo snorts softly, shaking his head where it cannot be seen.]

This device, its functions are the same as a phone. Any halfwit could figure that out.

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[wellsuited]

[Elena can only stare, Yazoo's face registering despite her best efforts to block it out. The smart thing to do would be to pay attention.

The Turk thing to do would be to face it head on.

She sighs, a little shudder to her breath.]

It's not like I didn't know this day might come.

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[velvet_zealot]

Ahhh... you.

[Although not visible, the sinister half-smirk gracing Yazoo's lips is undisguised by his tone, a mix of astuteness and recognition, but also anticipation.]

I was hoping to see you again.

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[wellsuited]

Really? Because I could've gone the rest of my life without seeing you again.

[Hey, that felt...kind of good, actually.]

I guess I can't blame the Lifestream for spitting you back out though. Talk about rotten to the core.

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[velvet_zealot]

[He can ignore her petty excuse for an insult because something else she said has caught his attention... something that can't be quite right, not if memory serves him correctly.]

...What exactly are you babbling on about?

[yetsleeping]

...did you really need to kill that mouse?

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[velvet_zealot]

I've never much cared for uninvited guests.

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[yetsleeping]

It was just a mouse! It wasn't really a... guest exactly. You could have... tossed it out the door and let it run away.

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[velvet_zealot]

Why? That requires much more effort. So much simpler... just to dispose of it my way.

Then it can't come back, you see.

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[eternalscorpion]

[He didn't miss the newcomer's earlier conversation with Elena. He'll have to ask for details later.]

An expedient way to deal with vermin, but a trifle messy, isn't it?

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[velvet_zealot]

Messes can be cleaned up. You might say that... it's something I'm rather used to by now.

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[mirageof_deceit]

...who in Gaea are you? You look like a younger Sephiroth.

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[velvet_zealot]

You of all people should know.

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[mirageof_deceit]

Well, I don't, so answer already.

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[velvet_zealot]

[First the Turk woman seems to know of something that he doesn't know of, and now Cloud doesn't remember him? This place is definitely strange.]

I don't take orders from you.