[ phone call to Cloud + action ]
[ Shelke sits alone in her bedroom in the cottage, staring at the blank screen of her terminal. She is immobilized by her thoughts, hands curled around her phone but unable to do anything with it. She doesn't know what to do. She doesn't know how to react. She doesn't even really understand. Her data on Sephiroth is not comprehensive, but there is enough there that she understands the foreboding. She understands a little of the implications for Cloud, for all of the people she left behind.
Sephiroth is not a harbinger of good tidings.
This will not end well.
She knows she cannot offer them assistance this time, because she is no longer affiliated with them--regardless of what Cloud says.
Still.
Shelke sits for a long, long time.
The hours drag by.
Finally, she hits the 'send' button, and the screen of her phone flares back to life. ]
Outgoing call: Cloud Strife...
Sephiroth is not a harbinger of good tidings.
This will not end well.
She knows she cannot offer them assistance this time, because she is no longer affiliated with them--regardless of what Cloud says.
Still.
Shelke sits for a long, long time.
The hours drag by.
Finally, she hits the 'send' button, and the screen of her phone flares back to life. ]
Outgoing call: Cloud Strife...