Double take, maybe there was someone in the room after all. Sephiroth's gleaming green eyes instantly fixed on Laylee the moment she spoke, taking in detail and observing her purpose here. The white coat alone rang alarm bells but Sephiroth already knew his situation, and now it had indeed been complicated further.
The volume of the pain as Sephiroth attempted to sit up told him however that her advise might be best listened to. Slowly arms lowered himself back down so that his weight was distributed across the small of his back against the pillows rather than putting any strain on his rump. Long silver hair which fell forward framed the whole movement. The pain would only ache eventually but maybe by then he wouldn't have a need to not seem beneath a person. Pillows, noted. This must be some recovery ward rather than a lab..."Fu-" The swear word was held back, the first response to Laylee's question. They'd already numbed his senses, stuck him in a tank for he-didn't-know how long, shot him under again so that they could extract
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Ever the talkative type Sephiroth simply watched Laylee with a slightly raised eyebrow. Don't be a hero about it, what in Ifrit's den was that supposed to be some kind of insult? Unimpressed Sephiroth folded arms over chest, leant back more on pillows and metal headboard, eyed for a moment the couple of lines in his arm that would be so easy to just pull-
A single static ring rang through Sephiroth's head which drew his attention directly to the wand that Laylee had held up. He blinked roughly as the white noise blast went away and left blotches of color floating in his vision for a moment. It didn't repeat or anything like that, so he easily dismissed it. But what was she even doing?
He continued to watch her, a glance fired in the direction of the little needle dancing on it's paper on the readout machine, then back to her. It didn't take a genius, to figure out what was going on within a few moments.
"No." Answered her plain and simple. But there was no hiding the light smile that settled across his facial features.
Veld didn't like the lab and he didn't like the premise of this. There were ways that Veld would have had this and it would, sadly, have simply resulted in Sephiroth's death. Unfortunate, unfair, violent, but true. Talking to the General wasn't going to change anything. Veld recalled the vicious child that he trained. The fighter who had a lot of spirit and could have been a hero was dead and gone. The child that could have done so much good was gone.
Sad as that fact was, the man that Veld was supposed to speak with was nothing that he could have become and this was a worst case scenario. His frown deepened as he saw what Sephiroth had become. Millions of poetic things that mirrored books like "The Red Pony" or some things of Kipling's tornadoed about Veld's head before he sat down.
[ooc note: before Laylee is there. Late backlog!]sephiroth_sanApril 23 2010, 07:07:49 UTC
Sephiroth's attempts at movement had resulted in a half sat, half lent against the pillows position which just didn't feel stable enough. His arms like supports either side of him with hands spaced out on the mattress below to brace his weight. Problem being one of his arms had been nearly useless when he'd been "recovered"; it was all stitched up nicely and healing now he was sure but damaged muscle needed time to repair within itself. Otherwise his strength from that shoulder could be gone forever. So there was more weight on the pillows and those tender areas than he liked
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"It's a proper statement when greeting someone in the hospital." Veld responded. He sighed and pulled a chair up. Not close enough to be in the General’s wingspan, of course. Veld was an old fox at this point and one didn’t take chances. “I’m aware that this is possibly a lost cause, Sephiroth. I’m not going to sugarcoat anything.” He sighed. “I’m supposed to figure out what was going on in your head this whole time, maybe figure out a way that we can keep ourselves alive.”
He shrugged. “It’s fairly obvious that we have conflicting goal plans. I’ve got no intention to lie to you as long as you keep it frank with me.” Veld’s tone was emotionless, he couldn’t afford for it to be. To be frank, he was fairly sure that everyone thought Sephiroth was impossible to kill, so rehabilitation was their only- extremely distant -option.
"That might possibly be one of the only things we agree on, I've never been one to mince my words." Sephiroth replied to Veld through half lowered eyes which then forcibly blinked to try to clear his head. As if on cue the small whoosh of a timed tranquilizer shot cut off whatever Sephiroth was going to say.
"So then, what do you want to know? I'm sure I told everyone all about it before..mph, but then human selective hearing is a viable excuse I suppose.
As for goals, that depends very much on what yours is."
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The volume of the pain as Sephiroth attempted to sit up told him however that her advise might be best listened to. Slowly arms lowered himself back down so that his weight was distributed across the small of his back against the pillows rather than putting any strain on his rump. Long silver hair which fell forward framed the whole movement. The pain would only ache eventually but maybe by then he wouldn't have a need to not seem beneath a person. Pillows, noted. This must be some recovery ward rather than a lab..."Fu-" The swear word was held back, the first response to Laylee's question. They'd already numbed his senses, stuck him in a tank for he-didn't-know how long, shot him under again so that they could extract ( ... )
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Ever the talkative type Sephiroth simply watched Laylee with a slightly raised eyebrow. Don't be a hero about it, what in Ifrit's den was that supposed to be some kind of insult? Unimpressed Sephiroth folded arms over chest, leant back more on pillows and metal headboard, eyed for a moment the couple of lines in his arm that would be so easy to just pull-
A single static ring rang through Sephiroth's head which drew his attention directly to the wand that Laylee had held up. He blinked roughly as the white noise blast went away and left blotches of color floating in his vision for a moment. It didn't repeat or anything like that, so he easily dismissed it. But what was she even doing?
He continued to watch her, a glance fired in the direction of the little needle dancing on it's paper on the readout machine, then back to her. It didn't take a genius, to figure out what was going on within a few moments.
"No." Answered her plain and simple. But there was no hiding the light smile that settled across his facial features.
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Sad as that fact was, the man that Veld was supposed to speak with was nothing that he could have become and this was a worst case scenario. His frown deepened as he saw what Sephiroth had become. Millions of poetic things that mirrored books like "The Red Pony" or some things of Kipling's tornadoed about Veld's head before he sat down.
"How are you feeling, General?"
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He shrugged. “It’s fairly obvious that we have conflicting goal plans. I’ve got no intention to lie to you as long as you keep it frank with me.” Veld’s tone was emotionless, he couldn’t afford for it to be. To be frank, he was fairly sure that everyone thought Sephiroth was impossible to kill, so rehabilitation was their only- extremely distant -option.
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"So then, what do you want to know? I'm sure I told everyone all about it before..mph, but then human selective hearing is a viable excuse I suppose.
As for goals, that depends very much on what yours is."
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