Nothing shall forestall my return

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Characters: Sephiroth, Genesis Rhapsodos, Angeal Hewley (possibly Ondore later if they want in?)
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Sephiroth wakes, and is filled in by Genesis on what has occurred
Location: Lindblum, Marquis Estate
Date: 23 of March 1804
Warnings: ...Grown men acting like kids..~ TBA



A rather sudden intake of air as if the man in bed had just surfaced from being underwater for far too long. Green eyes opened, the oval pupils adjusting after a moment to the lack of any lighting currently within the room. Without even needing a light, a few things made themselves readily apparent. One, he currently felt considerably better now than he had when he'd originally passed out. Two, there was someone here with him...likely Genesis considering how bad off he'd been when he had made that last call before falling. Unfortunately no matter how much he tried to ignore the third thing demanding his attention, he couldn't avoid reaching upwards to run a hand over the black feathers above his right shoulder.

Which brought a fourth thing to his attention rather quickly when he actually felt the texture of the feathery down and feathers of the wing beneath his fingertips. His gloves were gone ...he cut off the thought which rose at that realization and tried to concentrate on something else, which predictably ended up being an utter failure. It would seem the world was conspiring to remind him of his origins and the small fact...despite trying to pretend otherwise, he seemed destined to end up a monster in the end one way or another.

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And it was the gasp that awoke Genesis. He stayed silent as he tried to wake his mind up, wondering what was happening. He was curled in the chair, coat over him as a blanket but it soon fell to the floor as he sat up straighter.

He heard panicked breathing and his fingers immediately went to the comforter, feeling for the man beneath and was almost shocked when he found himself feeling the chest rise and fall faster. His glowing, sightless eyes stared down, but not at anything. "Sephiroth?"

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Lowering his hand back down to his side when he felt Genesis touch him, the hand finding the one on his chest on the way back which gave him solid evidence as to just where Genesis was beside him. Sitting upright carefully, he decided to use the need for light to distract himself from the way the action had caused the new appendage to move against his back and shoulder.

Once found, Sephiroth turned his attention back to Genesis once his eyes readjusted to the light. "Genesis.." He paused as he noted the fact that just now became obvious with the light, apparently they had moved from their previous location while he'd been out. "Where are we?"

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Genesis looked toward Sephiroth's voice and felt for his chair again, sitting down. "We are at Ondore's house. He was kind enough to let us stay here for the time being."

Until they were well again. "How do you feel?"

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The revelation of just where they were distracted the man for the moment from Genesis actions and apparent lack of focus. "Narshe? or Lindblum? Considerably better than I did before..I suppose your harping at me about my sleeping and work habits was apparently well-founded.."

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"Lindblum," Genesis answered easily. "Your work and sleep habits were hardly the cause for your collapse. It was the nethicite that dear Dr. Cid was making." Standing up, his fingers drifted across the covers to feel his direction as he walked around the bed. There, he encountered the wing. "It also caused this. The nethicite was deadly to us all. All those with JENOVA's cells."

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The wing pulled in and away reflexively at the touch and it's owner's eyes shifted to look upward at Genesis instead of where the redhead's hand rested. The information given was duly noted, but at the moment the apparently unavoidable wing wasn't something he wanted to discuss right as of this moment. "What did it do to you?"

It was obvious to see there was something wrong with Genesis, the other man's eyes lacked any focus and considering the way he'd just made his way around the bed, well it all rather pointed to one thing. Not that he was going to verbally venture any guesses just yet on it. Hopefully it wouldn't end up what he was thinking.

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A smirked alighted his face. "It killed me."

Sitting down on the side of the bed, he wondered if Angeal was asleep in the room or not. He listened for any signs of breathing but heard none. He wondered. "Is Angeal in the room?"

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Well, that had been rather unexpected, though he was silently glad that whatever it was about this world which revived people had chosen to bring the redhead back. It would have been rather unpleasant to have woken up to find out Genesis had died while he was out cold.

Shifting his attention off that discomforting issue, he looked around the room and spotted the other man across it asleep in a chair. "Yes. He's asleep though still."

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Genesis hummed slightly and reached over, feeling for an extra pillow and pulling it toward him. His staff would have been better but it was across the room. "And where is he? I'll need you to be very specific."

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One eyebrow rose slightly at Genesis actions and question but humoring the redhead cost him little enough at the moment and if Genesis tired what he thought the man had in mind, it could prove amusing. "Across the room from us, sitting in a chair close to the front of the room in the left hand corner. Specific enough?"

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Genesis followed the directions and then asked. "Am I facing him then?"

The pillow was in hand still, but he needed to know to complete his task.

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"Yes you are, though if you plan on throwing that, turn more to your right."

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Sephiroth caught on fast. He smirked and turned to the right a little more. "There?"

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There was subtle humor in his voice as he leaned back against the headboard of the bed so he wouldn't accidentally end up hindering the pillow's flight when it was eventually loosed. "Almost, a little bit more to the right."

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Genesis gestured with his arm, turning a bit more again. "There?" A hint of a chuckle was in his voice now.

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"That's good. I believe if you throw it hard enough you should hit him in the face or at least his chest with it." Poor Angeal was about to get a rather rude awakening if things went as Genesis desired them to.

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"That was the plan," Genesis confirmed, keeping his feet planted in the direction he wanted to throw the pillow and turned at the waist, giving the man an exaggerated bow. He turned back and threw the pillow as hard as he could.

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Wonderful friends he had, really. There he was trying to catch some well deserved sleep when --FWAP. The pillow made contact with his face in less than a second, knocking himself -and the chair- into the wall behind him, feathers flying about him as he found himself on the ground, holding his face. The recoil had caused him to fall from the chair.

"Ugh--" was the sorry groan from Angeal as he stood up wobbling. "Thank you, Genesis," hands rubbed at his eyes and all the other stinging parts of his face. He didn't expect Sephiroth to be up, so he wasn't addressed. "You aim well for your handicap. Is there something you need that I can get for you?" Bitter was a good adjective to describe his tone.

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"Well, to be honest, my aim is due to Sephiroth," Genesis shrugged nonchalantly, walking toward Angeal's voice, feeling with his foot for the downed pillow. "Otherwise, I would have hit the wall on the other side of the room."

He chuckled, bending down to grab the pillow. He gave Angeal a lightersmack with it on the back. "You can say hello to our awakened friend."

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"What--" He uttered quickly, snapping his head over to the bed. Sephiroth was up? And there the General was. He was up on his own. Again he was mixed on how to feel about this. On one hand, it was relieving to see him, up and well. And the the other, he couldn't help but think about all the things he had been told about him and the wing; all it brought.

And it was also hard to see him still. That pillow was something smart on his face. "It's nice to see you again, Sephiroth." It didn't come out as cheerful or confident as he had hoped.

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The way the greeting had come out hadn't gone unnoticed, but for the sake of keeping the current pleasant mood which was currently active going, he didn't show any response to it, instead giving the other man a subtly amused look due to the fact he'd been out of it enough to be knocked from not only sleep but also his chair by a mere pillow. "Are you alright, Angeal?"

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He nodded at the other, hands making one last run over his not so tingling face and baggy eyes. "I'll survive." Angeal laughed, moving closer to his previously bed stricken friend. "How are you feeling?" he paused, wondering if he should add the next part.

"... I'm afraid I departed sometime during your coma, then came back not too long ago." He didn't have a single memory of this place from before his arrival, except the ones from home.

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"Aah. I'm well enough now Angeal, no need to worry."

Well... that presented an unknown factor into things he wasn't sure just how to properly deal with now. Especially without knowing how much Genesis had already told Angeal and from just what point in time this Angeal was from in their world. He didn't see any sign of the white wing the other had bore, but considering how each could 'tuck' them away within themselves, that meant little.

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Genesis answered that unasked question. "I told Angeal everything, Sephiroth. He is from way back in Wutai, so he had no idea about even himself."

He walked back toward the bed, carefully finding it and then locating his chair. He sighed as he sat down. "We may need to prepare for another birth of a wing." Genesis raised an eyebrow, not bothering to try and locate Angeal's voice again. "You could be a bit more enthusiastic, Angeal, about Sephiroth. He'll think we don't like him anymore~."