[ text to Zack ]

[tracedmemories]

[ Shelke is texting him because she doesn't quite trust her voice. ]

Zack Fair, I require your assistance.

Comments

[ t e x t ]

[neverwinged]

[Sorry, Shelke. Zack took a few minutes to respond. Reasons being: One, wow is he ever lost in his thoughts, and two, he didn't recognize the number until just now.]

Hey, Shelke. Almost didn't recognize your number there, been a while.

What's up?

[ t e x t ]

[tracedmemories]

There has been overwhelming evidence to indicate that Sephiroth has not only returned but is within the city limits of Midgar. He was recently sighted at Seventh Heaven bar.

I believe Cloud Strife intends to do something foolish.

I told him to call the others and not go into this alone, but my records show he has made no such calls.

Clearly I am not someone who is capable of getting through to him.

As a 'friend', perhaps you would have better luck.

[ t e x t ]

[neverwinged]

[ . . . . . . . . . . . . woops.]

Well, that's no good.

Thanks for letting me know. I'll go find Spike and smack some sense into him.

[ t e x t ]

[tracedmemories]

Refrain from striking him too hard. I doubt he has any brain cells to spare.

At any rate, this matter no longer concerns me.

[ t e x t ]

[neverwinged]

[BRB, laughing.]

I'm showing that one to Spike when I find him.

Doesn't concern you? I think if a former General turned psychopathic delusional killing machine is on the world destruction warpath again, it kinda sorta concerns anybody inhabiting said world. Don't it?

[ t e x t ]

[tracedmemories]

I meant it in seriousness.

And I am no longer affiliated with Cloud Strife or the WRO. I am certain my aid would only be superfluous to him anyway. He has no need for someone like me.

[ t e x t ]

[neverwinged]

That's what makes it so funny.

Getting the feeling that something's being left out here. What'd he say?

[ t e x t ]

[tracedmemories]

...clearly I have missed something.

I no longer recall the contents of my conversation with him. It must have been unimportant.

I advise you stop wasting time on me and go to him before he does something else absurd.

[ t e x t ]

[neverwinged]

Not wasting any time, it's a long walk from the cliffs to the bar, you know, I can walk and text at the same time. Just thinking it'd probably be a good idea to know what I'm hitting him for before I go and hit him, wouldn't it?

So spill. You're hiding something.

[ t e x t ]

[tracedmemories]

I thought you were striking him for his stubbornness and refusal to seek help.

And your observation is incorrect. I am not hiding anything.

[ t e x t ]

[neverwinged]

That too.

You're new to this lying-to-hide-something-important thing, aren't you? No worries. I'll just sit right here and wait for you to tell me, no big deal.

[Not that he'd walked far in the first place, but true to his word, he has a seat on the ground and waits for the next message.]

[ t e x t ]

[tracedmemories]

...you have stopped moving.

[ As sharp as ever, Shelke realizes after about ten minutes that his signal isn't moving anymore. She didn't realize he was being literal when he said he was going to 'sit right here'. ]

Why are you doing this?

[ t e x t ]

[neverwinged]

I happen to be still recovering from a little mishap earlier. Achey legs. If what you're hiding is important, even just a little bit, then you can tell me, and I'll march right over there as fast as I can to thwack him. But clearly it's not important, right? So it should be fine if I sit here for a while and relax.

[ t e x t ]

[tracedmemories]

It is not fine. We are not speaking of a simple loose hound or wayward monster. This is Sephiroth.

[ t e x t ]

[neverwinged]

Then tell me what you're hiding so I can get over there and help sooner.

[ t e x t ]

[tracedmemories]

What does it matter? You are unlikely to ever hear from me again.