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timeandtides_backup2010-03-24 02:48 am
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Nothing shall forestall my return
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.
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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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~."