[OOC:Sometime in the next day after
Jenova's siren and
Sephiroth's empowering]
[It couldn't have been easier for Sephiroth to feel once again the intricacies of the web he thought he'd never touch again. Never be able to feel it again, wrap it's threads all around every ounce of his will and bend minds to his bidding.
He wondered idly how far the vibrations would ripple. Gently his will tickled each thread one by one; testing the reaction.
Who knows what the puppets would feel as victorious, vengeful laughter soon followed]