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Who: Veld and whoever else wants to wander in
When: After this and during/after the raid against Sephiroth. May go after the raid is over, who knows.
Location: Veld's office
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Veld's got a broken jaw and knows better than to go beat up silver hairs when he's still healing.
Veld sighed and pulled out his thesis work. Thankfully, he had a lot of work that he needed to do and it would hopefully keep his mind off of the idea that his-no, that wasn't fair anymore- the Turks were going on against Sephiroth. Since he'd been back he realized that absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder. Perhaps it was a combination of his overly harsh training and his leaving after being injured all those years ago. Whatever it was, he felt something twist in his gut.
Of course his jaw still barely worked and he was probably going to be stabbed to death shortly and that couldn't help anyone's mood. Veld had promised Aerith that he wasn't going to do anything stupid. Once Vincent returned perhaps he'd contact his old partner for backup. Someone more understanding to the "experiment" part of Sephiroth's equation would help.
None of this made him feel comfortable.
He picked up his PHS and checked for messages. It had been about a day since he texted Elfe about his injury. Veld was mildly worried because she hadn't called or texted him back...
He shrugged and sipped his tea delicately. Stupid silver haired idiot and his quickness. It was time to settle back down into his work.
When: After this and during/after the raid against Sephiroth. May go after the raid is over, who knows.
Location: Veld's office
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Veld's got a broken jaw and knows better than to go beat up silver hairs when he's still healing.
Veld sighed and pulled out his thesis work. Thankfully, he had a lot of work that he needed to do and it would hopefully keep his mind off of the idea that his-no, that wasn't fair anymore- the Turks were going on against Sephiroth. Since he'd been back he realized that absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder. Perhaps it was a combination of his overly harsh training and his leaving after being injured all those years ago. Whatever it was, he felt something twist in his gut.
Of course his jaw still barely worked and he was probably going to be stabbed to death shortly and that couldn't help anyone's mood. Veld had promised Aerith that he wasn't going to do anything stupid. Once Vincent returned perhaps he'd contact his old partner for backup. Someone more understanding to the "experiment" part of Sephiroth's equation would help.
None of this made him feel comfortable.
He picked up his PHS and checked for messages. It had been about a day since he texted Elfe about his injury. Veld was mildly worried because she hadn't called or texted him back...
He shrugged and sipped his tea delicately. Stupid silver haired idiot and his quickness. It was time to settle back down into his work.