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The short message requesting Angeal's presence in Midgar had been concerning. Every version of Gen whom Angeal had ever known had always been the talkative sort, prone to long-winded bouts of epic poetry and descriptive assessments. So when the version of Genesis whose children were Angeal's godchildren had contacted him, with such a short, vague message, it had sounded... wrong. Urgent and... possibly deadly, knowing the sorts of situations the ex-1sts were often faced with.
The location was unusual, as well. Old Midgar, and in a part of it which was far away from most civilization. Again, that rang disturbing warning bells in Angeal's mind. Genesis always wanted comfort and civilization. Angeal remembered fondly, their arguments about having moved to the city, and Genesis wanting to leave the ways of the country behind them. This wasn't exactly an invitation to Loveless, or to a cafe, or to any other place Genesis might normally frequent. In fact, considering how out-of-the-way the location was, it could very possibly be Genesis' idea of a good place to fight, or hide.
Finally spotting his friend, Angeal carefully descended from the air, to meet him. White wings -- one smaller than the other -- twitched slightly with tension. Immediately, he shot a questioning, concerned look towards the red-head. What was wrong? What had happened?
The location was unusual, as well. Old Midgar, and in a part of it which was far away from most civilization. Again, that rang disturbing warning bells in Angeal's mind. Genesis always wanted comfort and civilization. Angeal remembered fondly, their arguments about having moved to the city, and Genesis wanting to leave the ways of the country behind them. This wasn't exactly an invitation to Loveless, or to a cafe, or to any other place Genesis might normally frequent. In fact, considering how out-of-the-way the location was, it could very possibly be Genesis' idea of a good place to fight, or hide.
Finally spotting his friend, Angeal carefully descended from the air, to meet him. White wings -- one smaller than the other -- twitched slightly with tension. Immediately, he shot a questioning, concerned look towards the red-head. What was wrong? What had happened?