Angeal seems deep in thought, sitting on a nexus couch. When all one's research proves for naught, there is always the nexus to bounce questions off of. "What's your favorite philosophy on reality, or truth? Why is it your favorite?"

Angeal sat on a nexus couch, quietly contemplating. "Anyone have a favorite poet?"

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Quietly, Angeal came into Sephiroth's room, sitting gently on the bed beside him. He looked at the other lovingly for a moment, then looked away.

After talking to the nurses and calling home to inform Sephiroth of the schedule, Angeal was finally ready to take the younger Sephiroth home. He wheeled a wheelchair into the teen's room, stopping beside the bed and offering an arm for Sephiroth to lean on. "They'll let you out of here, now. We can go home."

They find themselves in a blue-carpeted hallway of an apartment.

(( Scene continued from here, and here, and hereThe ambulance came. Angeal knew the sirens would likely awaken poor little Kadaj, but not much could be done about it and he'd have to go to the hospital as well, soon. Aerith was worried, particularly about Vincent, who seemed to have closed himself off from the rest of the world. Zack decided to ( Read more... )

Seeming happier than his usual, Angeal walked into the Nexus silently, turning sharply as a demented cackle in a familiar voice rang out. That usually meant trouble. He turned to see Zack fleeing the scene. Giving his friend a somewhat knowing-- and very amused-- smile, he asked "Up to something?"

He'd been keeping an eye out, in the Nexus, for the last couple of days. After his alternate had suggested getting Sephiroth to open up to another Sephiroth, he'd liked the idea. There were 3 Sephs that came to mind, immediately. They'd seemed to be the least harsh with words, the most understanding and emotionally aware. But he could be wrong ( Read more... )

"...Genesis?" Someone's avoiding eye-contact. This does not bode well.