♘ 11 : Video
[Something...doesn't feel right. Sephiroth hasn't been able to shake this feeling all day. What's worse, it's eerily reminiscent of pre-battle anticipation, which bothers him all the more. Along with the ever-present voices in his head; they've been whispering a bit louder since this sudden weather began. And they're getting harder to ignore the longer it rains.
So, rather than pace his residence like a restless predator awaiting the lifting of the cage, the General shrugs on his former uniform -it feels like slipping back into the embrace of an old, old friend- and lifts the Masamune from its revered place on his bedroom wall. As always, it glows softly at his touch, the light hum audible even to the Dreamberry's sound receptors.
He's out the door and down the elevator before he speaks, striding purposefully for the Arena's front entrance despite the sound of lashing rain outside.]
Zack, I'm heading out for a bit. This storm seems a bit...odd. [There's an entire message hidden in that simple statement, one the Pup would surely decipher.]
Genesis, Angeal? Check in with me, if you would. [Same goes for those two.] I don't exactly trust this strange weather. Let's stay in close contact, for as long as possible.
[The commander in him can't help but add:] Due to the severity and swiftness of this storm, I strongly encourage everyone to remain in their homes until such time as it passes. If anyone needs shelter, the Arena in the Residential District is open; contact either myself or Zack Fair should assistance be needed.
So, rather than pace his residence like a restless predator awaiting the lifting of the cage, the General shrugs on his former uniform -it feels like slipping back into the embrace of an old, old friend- and lifts the Masamune from its revered place on his bedroom wall. As always, it glows softly at his touch, the light hum audible even to the Dreamberry's sound receptors.
He's out the door and down the elevator before he speaks, striding purposefully for the Arena's front entrance despite the sound of lashing rain outside.]
Zack, I'm heading out for a bit. This storm seems a bit...odd. [There's an entire message hidden in that simple statement, one the Pup would surely decipher.]
Genesis, Angeal? Check in with me, if you would. [Same goes for those two.] I don't exactly trust this strange weather. Let's stay in close contact, for as long as possible.
[The commander in him can't help but add:] Due to the severity and swiftness of this storm, I strongly encourage everyone to remain in their homes until such time as it passes. If anyone needs shelter, the Arena in the Residential District is open; contact either myself or Zack Fair should assistance be needed.