♘ 3: Video

[furorimperator.livejournal.com]

[For him, the door opens. He'd actually been on his way outside, headed for gods knew where, but the second his gloved hand touches the knob, a soft chime sounds and instead of the bright outdoors, the scene shifts to a place he thought he'd forgotten.

The video tilts wildly as the skyphone slips from nerveless fingers and clatters on the concrete floor, a quirk of fate setting it on its side, able to view the room at large. Leather swishes as Sephiroth ignores it and steps further within, gazing about as if in a trance. Standing near the desk, he tilts his head and reaches down to pick up a ball of black fur, a very worn, very old stuffed toy.

A light chuckle wafts through the sterile place, followed by a melancholy sigh.]

...hn...I'd almost forgotten.




{ooc: backdated to 1/23 if necessary; welcome to the place where Sephiroth grew up, in the bowels of Hojo's madhouse.}

Comments

[wanderlusting.livejournal.com]

Then to what do you trust, if I may ask?

[furorimperator.livejournal.com]

Myself. My sword. My- [He was about to say, "My men," but bit that off rather quickly.]

[wanderlusting.livejournal.com]

[Setzer raises an eyebrow at the bitten off sentence, but doesn't ask.]

A military man, I trust?

[furorimperator.livejournal.com]

General.

[wanderlusting.livejournal.com]

It's a pleasure to meet you, General.

[furorimperator.livejournal.com]

Mm, considering no names have been given, I'd say likewise.

[wanderlusting.livejournal.com]

Setzer Gabbiani.

[furorimperator.livejournal.com]

Sephiroth.

[wanderlusting.livejournal.com]

Would you prefer I call you that or call you by your rank?

[furorimperator.livejournal.com]

Either or will suffice, as you like.

[wanderlusting.livejournal.com]

I'll remember it.

[furorimperator.livejournal.com]

I appreciate it.

[wanderlusting.livejournal.com]

I figure it's the least I can do.

[furorimperator.livejournal.com]

Likewise.