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Who: Hojo and Reeve. Kira via PHS.
When: Concurrent to / around This and after This
Location: Reeve's apartment, Eastern "Edge" of Midgar
Rating: PGish.
Summary: Hojo has materialised within Reeve's apartment. The Professor is back and is prime to gain an advantaged position once again.
With shuffled, wearied steps Reeve found himself outside the keycard panel to his apartment. A sigh and a stretch was given before the correct security code inputted, the door sliding open with a familiar swish. The tired Commissioner took in a large yawned breath and it finished replete with a squeak. He rubbed at his eyes as the lights dully flickered on in the hallway.
Another swish was heard and a door to his left also slid sidewards, revealing a white kitchen; largely pristine from lack of use, aside from a corner housing trays and large blue cushions. In a sing-song lilt that Reeve rarely used outside his own personal space the brown-haired man called out "Nessie~?... Ghillie~?..."
Having received no response Reeve opened a cupboard; again mostly barren save for a few boxes, one of which he removed, emitting a noisy rattle as he shook it. "Girls? Aww.. Come on.. What's the matter...?" He had crossed now to see his two cats, black and white both, cowered into the blue material. Their ears flattened back, pupils contracted to mere slits and heads laid low.
Instantaneously the hairs on the back of his neck rose. A terrifying voice -disembodied, choked, ominous- was heard. An autonomous reaction of panic; of dry mouth and racing heart, adrenaline surges and vasodilation coursed through the Commissioner. The colour drained out of Reeve's cheeks and he could not stop the litany of curses from being whispered. "Shi- Shit Shit Shit.." There was somebody in his apartment. How was that even possible?
The brown haired man reached out to stroke his pets, almost as if in comforting them he was calming himself. The cats had stiffened rigid with fear and he could feel the muscles tense under their fur. "Shhh.. It- It's O.k... O.k... O.k... It's O.k...." he murmured under rapid breaths. His thoughts were also racing. The thrumming desire to bolt back out of his apartment and alert security was unfortunately however entirely overridden by Reeve's damned curiosity. How did anybody manage to get through the increased security? Who was it?
Yet this was most definitely not a safe situation and he knew he had to alert somebody.
A small fumble and Reeve had got his PHS in his hand, trembling fingers hitting on the last known address he had communicated to: the former SOLDIER, Ashikira. The device was left running as he took another deep inhale and pulled out the only weapon he had, not within Shadowfox or not a megaphone and materia. A handgun. ShinRa issue, of all things. Never before used, aside from the basic training he had undertaken upon insistence from Veld.
Leviathan be damned. If only Cait Sith was online.
Reeve knew he had likely already alerted the other presence to his own so he called out in his low voice, a little unsteadied. "Who's there?"
[[ooc: Sorry if this reads funny. I had done it as a first person response to Hojo's voice journal but then changed my mind and altered it to create a log :/ Will hopefully scan better on the reply]]
When: Concurrent to / around This and after This
Location: Reeve's apartment, Eastern "Edge" of Midgar
Rating: PGish.
Summary: Hojo has materialised within Reeve's apartment. The Professor is back and is prime to gain an advantaged position once again.
With shuffled, wearied steps Reeve found himself outside the keycard panel to his apartment. A sigh and a stretch was given before the correct security code inputted, the door sliding open with a familiar swish. The tired Commissioner took in a large yawned breath and it finished replete with a squeak. He rubbed at his eyes as the lights dully flickered on in the hallway.
Another swish was heard and a door to his left also slid sidewards, revealing a white kitchen; largely pristine from lack of use, aside from a corner housing trays and large blue cushions. In a sing-song lilt that Reeve rarely used outside his own personal space the brown-haired man called out "Nessie~?... Ghillie~?..."
Having received no response Reeve opened a cupboard; again mostly barren save for a few boxes, one of which he removed, emitting a noisy rattle as he shook it. "Girls? Aww.. Come on.. What's the matter...?" He had crossed now to see his two cats, black and white both, cowered into the blue material. Their ears flattened back, pupils contracted to mere slits and heads laid low.
Instantaneously the hairs on the back of his neck rose. A terrifying voice -disembodied, choked, ominous- was heard. An autonomous reaction of panic; of dry mouth and racing heart, adrenaline surges and vasodilation coursed through the Commissioner. The colour drained out of Reeve's cheeks and he could not stop the litany of curses from being whispered. "Shi- Shit Shit Shit.." There was somebody in his apartment. How was that even possible?
The brown haired man reached out to stroke his pets, almost as if in comforting them he was calming himself. The cats had stiffened rigid with fear and he could feel the muscles tense under their fur. "Shhh.. It- It's O.k... O.k... O.k... It's O.k...." he murmured under rapid breaths. His thoughts were also racing. The thrumming desire to bolt back out of his apartment and alert security was unfortunately however entirely overridden by Reeve's damned curiosity. How did anybody manage to get through the increased security? Who was it?
Yet this was most definitely not a safe situation and he knew he had to alert somebody.
A small fumble and Reeve had got his PHS in his hand, trembling fingers hitting on the last known address he had communicated to: the former SOLDIER, Ashikira. The device was left running as he took another deep inhale and pulled out the only weapon he had, not within Shadowfox or not a megaphone and materia. A handgun. ShinRa issue, of all things. Never before used, aside from the basic training he had undertaken upon insistence from Veld.
Leviathan be damned. If only Cait Sith was online.
Reeve knew he had likely already alerted the other presence to his own so he called out in his low voice, a little unsteadied. "Who's there?"
[[ooc: Sorry if this reads funny. I had done it as a first person response to Hojo's voice journal but then changed my mind and altered it to create a log :/ Will hopefully scan better on the reply]]