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[silvergeneral]

[Sometime a little before dawn, Sephiroth finally comes back from his Mallynapping looking... altogether quite normal.

Anyone who's passing by on an early morning jaunt or somesuch near the fountain can find one half-naked (why do they keep catching him without all his clothes on?) silver-haired fellow lying cuddled up in a fetal position on the

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[Voice]

[chaoticelement]

[There is some kind of prolonged noise-explosion. The really freaking annoying kind that nobody could sleep through. He's just wanting to annoy the sleeping general.]

[Voice]

[silvergeneral]

[ALARM CLOCK. AWAKE, AWAKE, I'M LATE I'M LATE FOR A VERY IMPORTANT DATE.

Kefka's magic show has the (probably intended) effect of causing Sephiroth to spring right up to his feet, and have a seven-foot sword materialize almost instantly into his left hand before he even opens his eyes.

When he does though, he really can't miss Kefka's rioting panoply of color. He lowers the sword only slightly.]

...Back from the dead, I see.

[Voice]

[chaoticelement]

[Kefka snickers as he hears the scuffling of what is undoubtedly Sephiroth scrambling to his feet in shock. Mission accomplished.]

The same could be said for you~!

[Voice]

[silvergeneral]

[Sephiroth just leans back against the lip of the fountain.]

So sorry to disappoint. Luceti hasn't taken me yet.

[Voice]

[chaoticelement]

Who said anything about disappointment~?

The more people here, the better chances of getting even with our captors, right~?

[Kefka adds a filter just so as to gauge Sephiroth's reaction in private.]

Tell me, is that 'brother' of yours enjoying the bullets I crafted for him~?

[Voice]

[silvergeneral]

[glances up, finally ferreting around for his book so he can look Kefka in the face]

You've been working with the young ones?

[Voice]

[chaoticelement]

[Ah, but Kefka has not activated the video of his own book. After all, he does have an image to uphold, as much as possible.]

Mahyaps~! He seemed to be rather enthusiastic about the whole thing as well.

[Voice]

[silvergeneral]

[Yes, yes, ever the mysterious one.]

He would be. One reason I never had more than a cursory interest in large guns. [he shakes his head, his voice wry] Did you make him promise you his soul in return?

[Voice]

[chaoticelement]

[Kefka snickers slightly. Apparently Sephiroth wasn't aware of the nature of the ammunition which Kefka provided Yazoo.]

His soul? Heavens no! What use would I have with that~? Hehe... no, I just asked to be kept abroad of how the bullets performed is all~!

[Voice]

[silvergeneral]

[None at all. Sigh, Big Brother's so out of the loop, what's the world coming to?]

Mmm I don't know... anything you can take from another always has value. You'll forgive me if you don't strike me as one to do something for nothing.

[Voice]

[chaoticelement]

[Considering that Kefka is involved? Chaos and mayhem.]

You wound me~! He simply asked for ammunition, and I supplied it, out of the... heheheh.... charity in my heart.

[Copious amounts of sarcasm can be heard coating his every word.]

[Voice]

[silvergeneral]

Yes, how could I ever misjudge you so.

[he frowns and it's practically audible] What did you make it out of? What does it do?

[Voice]

[chaoticelement]

Bygones and all that jazz~!

[Kefka just snickers a bit.] Why not ask him for yourself~? Maybe he'll even show you~! [And more snickers go here.]

[Voice]

[silvergeneral]

[Ah, and if there's one thing Sephiroth can't abide either in himself or in others, it's ignorance.]

I'll do that.

[pause, and then a drawl]

And I do hope you're not alluding to anything particularly sinister. You and I would make very bad enemies, I think.

[Voice]

[chaoticelement]

[There's some snickering to be heard.]

Oh I doubt you'll disapprove. Hehehe... if nothing else you might get a kick out of it too~!

[Voice]

[silvergeneral]

May it be so.

[with a brisk movement, he closes the journal to take with him--investigations might as well begin immediately]