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May 09, 2011 11:50

Who: Zack Fair (i_love_squats) and Sephiroth (saner_sephiroth)
When: Backdated to shortly after this.
Where: Seph’s starter apartment.
Format: Paragraph.
What: Zack comes by for a visit. Not with Welcome To The Neighborhood cookies, though.
Warnings: Grrrr-ness.

( Finally, brother, after awhile, the battle will be over. )

sephiroth, zack fair

Comments 4

saner_sephiroth May 10 2011, 00:47:13 UTC

Sephiroth had briefly considered leaving the door unlocked for Zack. He wouldn't have any trouble dealing with anybody who came in and didn't belong, after all. But he eventually decided against doing anything so dramatic, and so as Zack knocked on the door Sephiroth strode over to answer it ( ... )

i_love_squats May 10 2011, 16:19:09 UTC

There was no dancing around the bush here; straight and to the point. Zack could respect it, hell, did respect it, and that frustrated him. He didn’t want to respect anything about the man. He didn’t want to do anything other than send him home… or somewhere else, some other dimension with big bitey things that sported lots of sharp teeth.

And that frustrated him, too, when he remembered what it was like to look up to someone like Sephiroth, to feel that awe of just being in his presence. What a great man he had been once. What a great man he could still be… if it was before Nibelheim. What was that famous saying? Timing was everything? And it was never truer than now.

Zack stepped into the apartment, keeping Sephiroth in his line of sight at all times. At his side, his fingers curled, unfurled, then curled again, trying to keep loose, trying to keep ready. Seph was so much faster, so much stronger than he looked, and Zack remembered a bitter defeat that transitioned into something almost worse ( ... )

saner_sephiroth May 10 2011, 22:17:09 UTC

Sephiroth noticed the subtle signs Zack was giving off, but gave no visible reaction. He didn't need to. Masamune or not he was still not a foe to take lightly.

It helped that he trusted his friend. After everything that had happened that might have been foolish of him, but there you were.

The general didn't say a word, simply closed the door behind Zack and strode into the living room. Masamune was resting against the corner like a twisted parody of an umbrella. Having only just arrived the apartment looked pretty much like any of the others, except for the fact that he'd already shuffled all the furniture around so that his back was never to a window or door. Some habits never really die.

"You, the Vice-President, Kunsel, and a Turk," Sephiroth rattled off casually as he slid into a lounge chair near the door. In spite of the opportunity to slouch, his posture was picture-perfect as always. "And...a copy." This last was said with a hint of trepidation, as he certainly hadn't made such an abomination and couldn't quite reason out ( ... )

i_love_squats May 11 2011, 18:18:17 UTC

Copy? Copy? Zack’s mind shifted back to Genesis anytime someone said that stupid word, and it took a moment for the comprehension to flood his face. One of the Remnants, yeah, right, that’s about it. Poor guy; he almost felt bad for Seph having to deal with them until he remember how they were all inter-connected. Psh, pity off the table ( ... )