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(Dio) "Sephiroth! I really wish you would make a show in the Battle Arena at least once! Think of the crowds that would come flooding to Gold Saucer! The Silver General takes in the challenge at Battle Square! I'd shave my mustache to see it myself!"
“I’m fairly certain the people who own the Battle Arena would not appreciate my attendance. I tend to... become a bit carried away. My apologies.”
“What do you think you are doing, Sephiroth?!”
“What do you think you are doing?!” For mine putting the collar on yours.
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Fastening the collar, Sephiroth glanced up at the blue haired young man. He felt that it was quite nice and hope that perhaps Aoba would understand why he put it there. “Hm? I believed it may be a good accessory for you, pet.”
Of course, he hadn’t quite gotten the right pet name for Aoba since he was still just learning how to go along with that.
Wounded
meteor-shots
Wearing civilian clothing was strange to Sephiroth. He was having a hard time dealing with it but he knew that he needed to, wearing his uniform simply wouldn't do out in public like this. Instead, he opted fora t-shirt and jeans, making sure to tie his long hair out of his face. Not many people in this area seemed to recognize him like that and it was quite okay with him, if he were honest.
Sephiroth only had an address to go by in order to find Zack, looking around the sleepy little neighborhood he ended up finding. He didn't quite know what to think of it, carefully looking through each area, seeing the numbers were slowly climbing up to what he was looking for.
Once he reached the mailbox with the corresponding numbers, Sephiroth glanced up at it and frowned. It looked so normal and Zack was so... well puppy-like, so Sephiroth didn't quite know what it was that he expected. Knocking on the door, the silverhaired man thought for certain that he had heard something inside but he couldn't be certain. After all of the donations he made, he had memorized this address and knew it almost as well as he knew his own.
A rough noise came from inside again and Sephiroth pulled back away from the door in slight alarm. Did Zack get a cat or something?
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“String!”
“Unacceptable! I’m a God, not a string wielding heathen.”
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yourfinalfantasy
There were a lot of other things that Sephiroth was wanting to ask about but he didn't know where to find the words. It wasn't often that he was bashful either, this inability to speak was unbecoming of him and Sephiroth hated it.
Walking over to his father, he crossed his arms and sighed, not caring for the outburst. "Quite a bit. Although, there is one thing I would like to ask... If I were not planned to be an experiment, would I still be standing here today?"
He'd only just recently mustered up the courage to ask this question and it was burning through him, setting his nerves on fire waiting for the answer. Sephiroth anticipated it would be a 'no,' or something along those lines. He might even be kicked out of the Science labs for a few weeks.
Either way, he wanted to know. Jade eyes found Hojo, filled with questions, anticipation, and a veiled dread that few ever caught onto.
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yourfinalfantasy
The envelope was filled with a heavy paper that Sephiroth used for his more personal affairs, this being no different. It was difficult for him to completely understand just what he felt for his father but he knew he didn’t hate him, simply disliked the outer layer. If that.
Professor [Perhaps I should address you as father, it’s been almost twenty-four years after all] Hojo,
As I have been informed multiple times by Zackary and a few others, it’s supposed to be Father’s Day soon. The concept of this day as well as it’s frivolities are lost upon me, but I understand well enough what the intentions are.
First, I must say that I know full well what happened during the Jenova Project. The anger that followed goes without saying as I’m certain you’ve since heard of my self-imposed ‘vacation.’ On said ‘trip,’ I managed to come across this object deep within the Northern Crater. I have little idea what it could be used for or what it might be, but the area was undisturbed and I believed it may be of some use to you.
Consider it a gift, if you will, a small token of appreciation.
-Sephiroth
It was a short letter, filled with his own flowing script, but it was most definitely from Sephiroth. If one read carefully, it was a strange way of saying ‘thank you’ even for the General in his own awkward ways of showing affection. They were distant, not quite the picture of loving father and son, but it seemed to work for them.
[Text] I need a major distraction. You know what today is and why. Just come get me and we'll do something. (from sapphirecadet)
[Text] Will do. Shall I bring some wine?
🔪 for sephiroth beCAUSE FOR SERIOUS THE DUDE'S GOT IT COMING I'M NOT A PIN CUSHION JFC
Send me “🔪” for my muses reaction to yours stabbing them in the chest.
withoutanumber
Sephiroth hadn’t even noticed Cloud coming at him but when he did, it was already too late, feeling the metal of the knife going through his skin and lodging itself into his chest. Jenova’s head fell from his hold and the General frowned at the sensation the Buster Sword was creating in his body. It was almost enough to make him stumble.
Memories flooded through him, ones he recalled from working at Shinra, others of Zack and Cloud, but there was nothing of Jenova in them. He frowned hard and supported himself up on the cracked glass tube in front of him. “T-this can’t be… She said I was a god,” he breathed. His entire chest was burning terribly and Sephiroth’s knees felt weak under his own weight, this child, this cadet… He couldn’t fall to him.
Because you’re a God, my little one. You need to resist that weakness tainting you, there is no pain, only Mother now. Don’t you worry, baby. We’ll devour this world. The gentle purring of a feminine voice in his ears made the General frown as he pulled himself off of the Buster sword. He was stronger than this, this cadet. He was even better than this, he was a God. A real, living, bonafide God!
Yet something was yanking at him, making it hard for him to keep upright. This weakness was something a real God wouldn’t be feeling and some part of him knew it, his hair framing his face for the moment, nails digging into the glass. Was he dying…? “This… something is, it’s wrong,” Sephiroth breathed, his breath coming in short gasps. He moved to turn and walk toward Cloud but could do little more than put his back to the tube Jenova was in.
Her angry voice was slamming through his head but Sephiroth wasn’t able to respond, jade eyes staring up at Cloud. “Wha–… Cadet, why?”
