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[notwhatiwas]

[When Vincent speaks, it should be noted that he sounds almost identical to his shadow from the other day, or how he did at the Masquerade. Human voice. Vincent came back to life as the monster he is, spent about twenty minutes getting cleaned up, and then found himself suddenly human. Go figure.]"Esto cum Deo. Te rursus in excelsis videbo

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[TEXT]

[initforthebento]

I found a pair of leather gloves in my sink this morning.

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[notwhatiwas]

[Vincent almost responds in audio just from habit, but text isn't as hard to work out with his hands presently the same size. So he'll use text.]

If you want to meet me at the buffet, tomorrow morning or later this evening, I would appreciate having them returned.

[TEXT]

[initforthebento]

I can meet you later this evening. [he figures Vincent doesn't really want to wait longer than he has to.]

[TEXT]

[notwhatiwas]

I have some business to attend to first, but I can meet you there after an hour or so. Thank you.

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[notwhatiwas]

...Interesting.

[Beat.]

Are you all right?

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[autodidacticone]

I'm not hurt. I'm fine.

[there is a pause]

Marco's got something. I have a few theories, but- I'm not sure. Eiren stayed behind when we all left; I don't know what happened to him.

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[notwhatiwas]

[Vincent is just quiet for a long moment.]

You shouldn't have brought him.

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[wutaiwarhero]

[Does he sound okay, Vincent? He shouldn't. He's not.]

No. [And he's doing a one of those NORMAL rambling freak outs.] I...died. In a fire. I shouldn't be able to burn. Not with the materia I have equipped, but it happened regardless, and now...it's very cold, there's...something wrong with my eyes, my ears seem filled with water, and starving, and... there's something else.

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[notwhatiwas]

I shouldn't be able to be crushed to death, either. My body should be able to handle it. It has before.

[He takes a breath, and the smooth tone of his voice--noticeably higher than usual, but still Vincent's tone and vocabulary choice--sounds as reassuring as he can force himself to be. Which doesn't count for much, mind, but at least he's trying.]

This ship breaks the rules. Reno and I were forced to trade bodies for a couple days not so long ago.

You're in your room?

[He'll bring you food. He's assuming that Sephiroth is already dressed, or can get dressed without leaving his room, given that he's changed a couple times since coming here.]

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[wutaiwarhero]

The entire mission was...unnerving at best. [Think, Sephiroth, think. If you think you won't almost lose it again.

He takes a moment to notice the other responses on Vincent's network post.]

Our charge survived, it seems. The mission was a success then? [That's a small comfort, but a comfort, nonetheless.

A brief pause where he contemplates telling Vincent to stay away.]

I am. And I have your ribbon, I believe.

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[notwhatiwas]

So it would appear. I'll speak to her later and find out precisely what happened.

[The irony of Sephiroth being in possession of the Ribbon, which has always and will always make Vincent--and the rest of Avalanche, he assumes--think of Aerith, isn't lost on the ex-Turk.

He will try to figure out how that makes him feel later.]

I'll be by momentarily.

[Beat.]

To pick up my Ribbon.

[Not to bring you food or anything, no. That would be strange. Really. He's just afraid of someone casting Sleep on him or something, totally.]

[ntjstapwn]

I have your shirt.

[notwhatiwas]

You can drop it off at my room, or I'll come pick it up eventually. I need to speak with you regardless.

[ntjstapwn]

I assumed as much. I'll come to you.

*Within five minutes there's a knock at Vinny's door.*

((I don't recall if Marco knows where Vinny's room is or not and its too much trouble to check on my phone. Can we just assume he gives it if Marco doesn't have it?
also i'm assuming pre-other weird shit or else the arrival time is longer n.n;))

[notwhatiwas]

[Vincent opens the door with very little hesitation. He's still very much Vincent, albeit dressed to ridiculous normalcy--a well-fitted dark blue t-shirt and jeans--and lacking all those bizarre animalistic tics he normally possesses. His skin isn't ashen anymore, his eyes are brown, and his arms match. So in spite of dying, he's feeling pretty good.]

Marco.

[He steps aside and waves him in.]

[stoicguardian]

Three belts. Fifteen inches long.

[Silence.]

I found them.

[notwhatiwas]

...Where should I meet you?

[stoicguardian]

Top deck.