♘ 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

[Video]

[waitedinwinhill.livejournal.com]

That's just it. I had to walk to the edge of the village this time. The last time it was only up the stairs of my pub.

I hope it's not far for you.

[Video]

[furorimperator.livejournal.com]

[He'll never escape it, Raine. No matter how hard he tries.]

I'll be all right. I appreciate your concern, Ms. Loire.

[Video]

[waitedinwinhill.livejournal.com]

Please, just Raine.

[Video]

[furorimperator.livejournal.com]

If you wish.

[Video]

[waitedinwinhill.livejournal.com]

[She nods and smiles.]

I insist.

[Video]

[furorimperator.livejournal.com]

[Sephiroth does the same.]

Very well. Raine.