Monday, December 19th, The Midnight Channel

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Who: The Port's Latest Shadow Televisions Stars! And Thousands of Home Viewers!
When: Midnight, Monday, December 19th
Where: In front of your Television Sets or Streaming NV TV. (Digital Cable? You'll still get the analog effect.)
Summary: Full Plot Details Here
Warnings: Please Put 'em In the Subject Lines As Necessary, Kids?

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Angeal Hewley | Trigger Warning: Sucide Mentions

[frombanora]

[Angeal is in the foreground, facing away from his audience at first. There are two large, barely-healed-over vertical wounds along the right side of his back, raw and untreated, where his wings would be if they were out.  They’re not; this is how the scars look on the man himself now, though he has never shown his back to anybody in Siren’s Port for just this reason.  He’s facing the mirrors lined along the background; instead of his reflection, Angeal copies, ranging from monsters to Degradation Lazard himself, follow in his moves, all as one. They are, after all, him.]

Perfect, huh? It’s a lot harder to be than you think, when everyone else around you isn’t. [Shadow Angeal’s eyes are molten gold one can see when he looks back, different than the real Angeal’s own, and filled with something between amusement and hate.] When you see that what you really are is nothing more than inhuman, and you always have been. Is that what they call perfect these days?

[He looks off to the side, bitterness in his voice and in his stance.  It’s

[redpeacock]

But still...

[He sighs and nuzzles against his best friend for a moment, his hold tightening a little. He truly does not want to risk losing him again-- not to the darkness, not to his own self, not to anyone or anything.]

[Call]

[frombanora]

[He doesn't say anything for a long moment, just letting Genesis' presence realign him and calm him down some. It is the fact perhaps that Angeal tries to bury those selfish and bitter thoughts that really get to them- the fact that they had been on display for everyone to see.]

I won't... Do anything foolish.

[redpeacock]

Good... [Genesis breathes, maybe holding him just a little tighter in a protective manner.]

I'm glad.

[ooc: Then end cuddle time?]

[call]

[frombanora]

[He doesn't pick up when Cloud calls, but a few minutes later, when the other certainly must of been making his way back, he does call back, calmed down and kept from doing anything rash by Genesis.]

Cloud.

[call]

[frombanora]

I am.

[Genesis had done a good job of restraining him until he calmed down.]

Where are you?

[call]

[frombanora]

[It makes him feel better to know Cloud's out of the darkness, at any rate.]

Stay with your friend, I'll be fine. Genesis and Sephiroth are here.

[call]

[frombanora]

I'll be fine, Cloud.

[Calm now, in the same tone he's used to reassure the other before.]

You do not have to worry about me.

[frombanora]

[His hands released Genesis as the other pulled away from him, doing so fully now with Sephiroth entering. Right, they were on his floor.]

I know. [It was foolish of him to even think that he would. His two friends would always have his back. He looked between the both of them briefly, nodding once.] Thank you, Gen, Seph.

[redpeacock]

Will you face it now? That impostor or whoever it is that showed up on TV?

[Genesis frowns slightly, determined to see this plan fall through. He can't stand the idea of Angeal's other self or whatever it is haunting them. It just wasn't right at all.]