@phantasiiae liked for a Smol Starter!
"For the record, I figured out things weren't going according to plan about two missed stops ago."
Standing beside the red-haired youth, the silver SOLDIER observed the rapid progressing of the railway before them with an impassive expression, showing an incredible degree of self-control, for being someone on top of a speeding train with absolutely no clue on how to bring it to a stop.
The mission had appeared simple in theory: to protect the recently built train line that was in charge of transporting ShinRA equipment from the cargo area by the shores of Wutai across the new railway, built by the company in record time in the wilderness of the large island to improve the deployment of military warmachines on the battlefield against the local enemy.
It was obvious that such a key structure would be targeted by the militia, and as such Sephiroth had been ready to face them when they had jumped on the train to take it over and destroy it. What he hadn’t been ready for, was the fact that he wouldn’t be alone in this mission.
The 15 years old had sincerely hoped that now that he was in 1st Class, he’d be spared from the burden of company. Teamwork had never worked well for him, and the ShinRa infantry had always only slowed him down in the war. Instead, of all things, he had soon been introduced to his new ‘team mates’. Two 2nd Class he had never met before, save for their simulated alter egos in the trianing room, that Dr. Hojo and Dr. Hollander had very eagerly put him sometimes alongside, sometimes against.
Close to him in age, they had shown incredible potential and were climbing up the ranks almost as quickly as he had, and yet... they were not like him at all. And if Hewley had at least been a tolerable presence, despite his tendency to give advice when not asked for it (it was good advice almost every time, Sephiroth would give him that, but it was still annoying), Rhapsodos...
The nerves with this guy. He seemed to be there just to remind the silver-haired of the most irritating side of himself he needed to quell.
One such instance being right now, where the two of them had split from Hewley to reclaim the front of the train while he handled the tail, with the promise -- from Rhapsodos, that he knew how to handle the cockpit and would see the train safely stopped at the next station... and then at the one after... and then...
“... Three missed stops, now.” Sephiroth pressed, jade eyes glancing briefly at the building they just drove past, many agitated ShinRa infantrymen waving arms and shouting as they did.
His gaze fell on the red-haired and he spoke flatly.
“I hope you are aware that should we crash, it’ll cause the loss of over two hundred units of the company’s finest weapons most essential to successfully bring an end to this conflict.” He reminded him with a slow blink, arms crossed on his chest. “At least one of which is practically impossible to perfectly replicate once destroyed.”
Maybe it was a little twisted to count SOLDIERs as part of the machinery, but he needed to get the point across of just how much gil was at stake here.
