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[silvergeneral]

(You know this mun's way off her game when it takes 'til now for her to remember Sephiroth's still hasn't come back from a Mallynappin'. Oy vey. This is what 'waiting for the right time' will do to you sometimes...)

Nngghhh...

[On the outer side of one of the barricades, you'll find a rather telling swatch of rumpled silver hair connecting to a

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[wingenvy]

...Seph? Seph, is that you?

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[silvergeneral]

Mmnnf.

[So sorry, the customer you are dialing is unavailable at the moment. But he's waking, and the familiar sound of Zack's voice turns his head towards the open journal.]

[Voice]

[wingenvy]

[Well, hello there, Mister Grumpy. Zack leans in to make sure he's broadcasting loud and clear. Emphasis on the loud.]

Where are you!?

[Voice]

[silvergeneral]

[He jerks at that, and cracks one eye open. So lucky that the journal is close by enough to see.]

...Mmph.

[He's working on that whole gagged through, honest.]

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[wingenvy]

[...Oh shit, he's gagged. If your big head wasn't blocking the whole camera he'd try to figure out where you are. >:/]

...Geez, Seph, you love getting into trouble, don't you? Keep trying to get that thing off so we can talk.

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[silvergeneral]

[Working on that, you think-for-yourselfer... om yom yom--pff, soggy cotton.

He's groggy like all hellfire, but he's still got enough presence of mind to flash Zack a disgruntled look before looking around himself.

...That barricade had not been there when he'd left. But perhaps Zack will recognize it. Sephiroth's big head disappears in place of a little more hint at the scenery.

Offscreen, he's found a goodly-sized stick to help de-gag himself. Score.]

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[wingenvy]

[Zack isn't bothered by the look; he can't count the number of times he's gotten that from Angeal or Sephiroth himself in the past. Juuuuust waiting- oh hey, he knows what that is. At least he's got a general idea of where he was.]

Hey, I'm gonna head out and look for you, okay? Keep working on it!

[And off he zooms.]

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[silvergeneral]

[Joy, and won't he look an ignoble sight when Zack comes across him. Even after taking into consideration he's been spattered with enough blood to play a good caricature of Carrie at the prom.]

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[wingenvy]

[Have an underling zooming your way. ....Dude, what the hell.]

...Seph... you don't look too good, man. Are you hurt? [He looks like a complete mess, but considering the number of healers in Luceti, you never know what's been dealt with by the time you find somebody.]

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[silvergeneral]

[At least he's manage to get the gag off himself. His pride, battered though it may be working at other restraints, can appreciate small mercies.]

I don't believe it's mine.

[He didn't remember hurting... just being made to paint jagged pictures on the walls. But they would only give him reds. ...It was uncomfortably like being back in the labs.]

I'll be fine once I'm loose.

[baby hint, that, though he's loathe to ask even that much]

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[wingenvy]

[Thankfully he doesn't have to ask; Zack shakes his head idly and crouches beside him, grabbing the restraints and working to get them off of him, holding on to his sense of humour as always.] It's usually you getting me out of trouble, isn't it?