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Sephiroth thought of him as he kept his eyes straight ahead, not caring who he saw or who saw him in return. Angeal. It was strange how the mere suggestion of his survival had been enough to break his focus. After a lifetime of training, he had thought there was nothing that could have swayed him from a mission’s end, but he had been mistaken.
For this and this alone, he would break his oath of vengeance. His hatred was nothing compared to the bonds of a friend.
Cissnei had not been what he’d expected. She was a Turk -- cold, calculating, and professional. Still, there had been something different about her. Something warm. It had disarmed him, and perhaps that had been his mistake. Did he really believe that Angeal was alive as she’d said? He wanted to. The slightest possibility was worth the distraction, but he knew well enough that her ploy had worked. He had come with the intention to spill blood. He had left without so much as a single question answered.
He hadn’t slept in three days.
Sephiroth didn’t ask for directions. The people of this city shied away from his gaze, clearing the path as a matter of instinct. Instead, Sephiroth searched it on his own, eyes sharp for the single clue he’d been given. He found it on the east side of town in a sector that was only barely reputable. The Siren. Sephiroth paused outside the tavern’s door, suddenly hesitant.
This was ridiculous. He knew it better than anyone, and yet…
Sephiroth pushed open the door. This was his mission now. He would not falter again.
He strode through the bar with perfect focus, ignoring the noise and the drunkards and the sudden hushed silence that met him as he passed. This place smelled of smoke and old liquor. He wouldn’t stay long.
He pushed towards the counter and waited silently. The tender didn’t notice at first, still filling another man’s beer from on draft. Then he turned around, saw him, and jumped. ”Oh.”
Sephiroth said nothing.
The man handed over the beer and approached him cautiously, trying for a forced smile. ”What can I do for you?”
”I’m looking for someone,” Sephiroth said. ”I heard he came here.”
”I’m sorry. I don’t give out information like that.”
”There was some kind of event. A…” Sephiroth’s eyes wavered. ”...blind...date.”
In that moment, he was sure he’d been lied to. It had sounded ridiculous in his head, but saying it aloud…
The bartender nodded slowly. ”Right. Zane’s thing.” He looked uncomfortable. ”There were a lot of people here for that. I was just a waiter then.”
”His name’s Angeal.”
”I don’t know him.”
”He has a big sword,” Sephiroth said dryly. ”No one but a SOLDIER could carry it.”
”Oh.” The bartender paused. ”Well now that you mention it…” He glanced behind him and then gave Sephiroth an uncertain look. ”Are you a friend?”
”Hmph.” Sephiroth closed his eyes. When the silence told him that this wasn’t a sufficient answer, he added, ”Yes.”
”Just a minute.” The man ducked behind the counter. Sephiroth heard the clinks of glasses before he emerged, a creased paper in his hand. ”Here it is. It won’t tell you much, but I guess you were right.”
Sephiroth reached out a hand, hesitated, and then took it. A single glance was all it took to catch his breath.
’Your Name: Angeal Hewley.’
He brought it closer, staring at those four words. It was his handwriting. Sephiroth recognized it in an instant. ’Angeal Hewley.’ He was alive. He was here. He was…
Going on blind dates apparently. Sephiroth would not have expected that.
Sephiroth didn’t say anything to the bartender. He just took the note, neatly folded it, and turned to walk out the door. The bartender called out to stop him, but Sephiroth didn’t listen. He had his evidence. Now he would follow where it led.
The city met him as he stepped onto the street, eyes squinting into the sun. Angeal. Sephiroth would find him by whatever means were necessary. And nothing would stand in his way.
Quina held before his face a piece of paper, one with the face of some long-haired... odd-faced human, the words "WANTED" scribbled across the top! Of course, that was about all Quina could read as he attempted to make heads-or-tails of it from all sorts of different angles, flipping it over and over and over in his hands as he wandered aimlessly throughout the capital! He had been told to find this guy and KILL HIM... or eat him... Or even bring him in if he was feeling generous! The Qu's new friend, Felicia, had asked him to do this for her, a personal-esk favor for both her and her group for the aims of making this world a better place! Of course, Quina couldn't much care about the world's state unless it meant bringing the culture of COOKING to it! In fact, he would've been more than content to turn down this request were it not for one key aspect... Felicia had grown to understand Quina quite well and knew just what motivation he needed to get him going! As it turned out... Sepheroth wasn't just an evil being... but he DESTROYED FOOD! That's right... The reason why Quina couldn't get as many munchies here as he could on Gaia... was because it was THIS GUY'S FAULT! ALL!
HIS!
FAULT!
It was his fault Quina threw himself into the river, thinking the moon reflecting off the surface was food! It was his fault that the guards of the local towns were smacking the Qu around for taking what was meant for eating and calling it "thievery!" It was THIS GUY'S fault that this place had NO MUNCHIES! ...And Quina was gonna make him PAY for that! Images flashed back to the sacking of Bermecia, how Beatrix RAZED ALL the munchies to the ground! Snacks, dinners, every last piece of tasties were BURNED to nothing... and at a time where Quina was HUNGRY! Well... he was hungry now too... And he was starting to get JUST AS ANGRY as he had been then!
...Nobody just burns down food... IT WAS JUST... INHUMAN!
With his stomach ROARING, Quina rolled the page up into a ball and TOSSED it into his mouth, munching on it absently and lamenting on its lack of flavor before-
"WAH!" Quina gasped, his shoulder SLAMMING into something as sturdy... and stagenate as a pillar of stone! The gourmand would be left spinning on his feet, arms WAVING wildly like a bird trying to take off without feathers... before FLOPPING hard on his rear! Quina, head spinning lightly, would look up... and freeze! The man he had bumped into... Was the one he was looking for! Instantly, the Qu would HOP to his feet, DRAWING his fork out an instant later as he raised his other hand to point at the man!
"YOU!" Quina yelled, his tongue wiggling and waggling with the anger of its user! "How you DO that!? YOU the reason why there no munchies in this place!"
Stella had honestly just been looking for a place to have a decent drink and simply unwind from the long day of traveling. It was not an unknown sensation for her. Journeying across the land had been her calling in life as she trained to be an adept Oracle and to drive back what she could of the Starscourge. A mild headache began to form behind her eyes the longer she attempted to recall the hazy memories from her adolescent years. The Siren was the name of the tavern she had been directed to and it seemed like a decent enough establishment. She had acquired some gil of her own by doing small odd jobs for those that needed help. Stella felt satisfaction in herself for aiding those that needed help and earning her own way within Zephon. Well, at least she was beginning to do so. [break][break]
A silver-haired man was easily spotted by her as she entered the tavern with how unique his hair was and the height he boasted. He was rather handsome to look upon, but it was merely an admiring thought to his outward appearance. Her attention settled back towards the bar as she readied herself to sit down and ask for a list of their drinks. Sadly, her plans did not always go as she would have hoped. No sooner had she began to move towards a chair had a creature she could not even begin to name roared his way into the establishment. What in Etro's name was this being? And was he now wielding a giant fork? Stella could only stand there and blink owlishly at the scene unfolding before her, violet eyes bristling with confusion. [break][break]
"I do not mean to intercede in this...altercation, but what munchies are you speaking of?" she asked politely. No, it was not quite her place to interject herself, but her diplomatic tendencies could not be helped sometimes. Her rapier was only a breath away from materializing should she need it. The idea of fighting in the middle of a tavern with so many bystanders nearby did not sit well with her. And the silver-haired man looked quite capable on his own without her needing to jump to his defense. No, Stella would just prefer to deescalate the situation before it grew tenser.
Something struck him, and Sephiroth stopped, startled by the sudden, inhuman wail. He didn’t know how he hadn’t seen it barrelling towards him. The lack of sleep, he thought, or maybe his own distraction. Was it sleeplessness that tricked his mind into whatever had assaulted him now? No. The rest of the crowd had parted with the same alarm that he felt in his own eyes.
The thing was a monster waddling about in what looked like a chef’s hat and an oversized mumu. It was white as a corpse with gleaming, pupiless eyes and an oversized tongue spilling out onto what looked like a bib. For a moment, Sephiroth could only stare as it rocked on the ground, arms flailing. Then it drew itself up with unnatural speed and pulled out…
Was that a fork?
”YOU!” It gave another unearthly screech, its oversized tongue lashing out like a cobra’s. ”How you DO that?! YOU the reason why there no munchies in this place!”
Sephiroth blinked slowly. He’d known it had been a risk revealing himself. He’d known that walking through the crowds so blatantly was certain to draw the eye of assassins, but this...
This he could not have expected.
”Munchies?” Sephiroth closed his eyes, smirking. Was this some kind of joke? ”I think you're mistaken.”
He’d been accused of many things. Delusion. Murder. War crimes. But he could honestly say that this was new.
He’d started to move past it when a woman approached, her eyebrows knit in worry. A civilian, albeit a brave one. The rest of the crowd had scattered, choosing to watch from a safe distance if they chose to watch at all. Sephiroth gave a short ”Hmph,” casting his cold eyes on the monster. ”I have no idea.”
WAS EVERYONE STUPID IN THIS TOWN!? Quina stared first in utter disbelief at this strange woman who spoke in a language that seemed to only share certain key words with the common tongue... then at Sephiroth who had the GALL to deny his crime! Indeed, this man must've been the epitome of what it meant to be evil! ...It seemed that there was more than two types of things in this world... Things you could eat, things you no-could eat and monsters who would DESTROY perfectly good food and lie about it later! Avalanche was right... This man had to be stopped before he could strike again! One could practically see the steam beginning to FUME off the Qu's head, making his hat almost inflate as if it were a hot-air balloon! He looked back Stella, having pieced together a coherent question out of the fancily-worded gibberish she was spouting, the Qu perhaps aiming to gain an ally in his quest to bring justice to all food!
"Munchies! You know! Tasties! He destroyed them! LOTS of them! Burned right to the ground! There nothing left to eat for rats or bugs! ALL ASH BEFORE I EVEN HAVE A TASTE!" Energy almost seemed to spark around Quina, popping and cracking across his frame as a light began to GLOW about him! It wasn't a complete transformation... not nearly, but something close... The skin around his face had begun to grow darker, his clothing... almost seeming to harden has if turning to armor! A glow emitted from the Qu causing his shadow to RAPIDLY grow out towards Sephiroth as if it too were aiming to strike at him, Quina's whole, WIDE shape TREMBLING with fury!
"You not deny it! YOU NOT GET AWAY WITH IT! I COOK YOU GOOD!"
No more justification necessary! Quina didn't have to rant ON and ON for ages about the endless number of foodstuffs burnt to the ineddibility by the criminal-upon-the-culinary that was the One-Winged Angel! He believed that this... sparse description of his crimes was MORE than enough to justify the beating that was to be thrust upon him, even moreso purge any feelings of discomfort of others like Stella might have witnessing it! Avalanche had made it clear to the Qu that Sephiroth had to die...
...but they didn't quite specify how.
...A good thing too, as Quina was STARVING!
Waving his arms wildly, the gourmand would lean forward, opening his maw as 1000 Needles ERUPTED from within, aiming to pepper the SOLDIER with an excruciating hail of stabby-stabbies!
[attr="class","curragepost"] Stella could only stare in sheer bewilderment as the being continued to go on and on about his munchies. Munchies that had been burned to the ground by the silver-haired man. He denied any knowledge of what this being was claiming, and she had to side with him in regards to this. Even if he had done something that warranted censure; it did not mean that this being should simply brandish his weapon however he pleased where there were civilians nearby. Such disagreements could be taken care of in an open area where others would not be caught in the crossfire. It seemed that diplomacy would not win in this regard as she could sense the being already beginning to summon magic. [break][break]
Stella acted upon instinct as a golden rune appeared behind her and she was in front of the silver-haired man in the blink of an eye. Her fingers curled around the handle of her rapier as she had her free hand outstretched as a barrier soon hovered in front of her. The thousand needles lodged within her barrier before she released it to soon fall harmlessly upon the ground. She had no wish to deflect the attack back onto civilians that still lingered within this tavern. It had been a reactionary defense on her part as she barely glanced over her shoulder to the man now behind her.[break][break]
"Forgive me if I have overstepped my bounds. If this must be taken care of in an aggressive manner, could it please be done where those who cannot defend themselves do not become injured?" Stella knew there was no use in trying to prevent this battle from happening, but she was hoping some reason could be reached towards the being before her. Exasperation lined the edge of her eyes as she looked back to the fork-wielding being. Why did she have the feeling that things were only going to escalate further? Gods, she just hoped that those that had lingered were smart enough to quickly exit the premise.
Zidane had been busy making coin in preparation for a journey across vast realm of Zephon. Most of his gigs had been putting on entertaining shows when it was peak hours or acting as a bodyguard for the occasional merchant needing protection from bandits or stray monsters. After finding Garnet - no, it’s Dagger now as she preferred to call her by her civilian name - it was time to ensure there were enough provisions for however long it would take to explore and potentially find friends or allies along the way.
He was just wrapping up his street side performance when the commotion reached his ears. Civilians gossiping about a violent confrontation happening over by a local tavern. The genome had time to kill. Color him the curious type (or rather sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong) as he packed up what little tools of trade he had on him and headed over to the source of the ruckus. There was an open circle where pedestrians kept a wide berth. Unfortunately, the bane of being vertically challenged compared to a majority of the inhabitants of Provo made it difficult to see properly. Letting out a ‘tch’ from clicking his teeth together, he looked around to find a means to elevate himself to see above the crowd. Stacked barrels nearby was enough to give him the much needed boost.
… He didn’t take in some Marlboro poison or some weird herbs, right? What he was seeing was actually happening, right? Quina had managed to dubiously get themselves into a heap of trouble. If Zidane was completely honest? The Qu was the last individual he’d expect to find in Serentestra. But it was time to be a hero and save the day.
The whimsical thief leaped off of the barrel and propelled himself into the fray. Landing with the grace and poise of a cat, he slid over to get between Quina and the two his blue friend seems to have quarrels with. “Whoa there! Hold your fire everybody!” He then turned back over to the Qu. “Quina, that’s enough. I don't know what's going on but it's gotta stop now. You shouldn't fight in a place like this, buddy.” Nothing like another random addition coming into the fray to try and stop a brawl from happening. This one includes a monkey tail and all. No biggie.
“Sorry to butt in suddenly but I saw my friend and had to make sure... nobody got hurt. Care to explain to me what’s going on? Anybody?”
The monster was...delusional. Sephiroth smirked, listening to it screech about ’tasties’ all burned to ash. Did it mean his defection from Shinra? He’d heard it had ended in fire though to take vengeance for food…
Sephiroth touched his glove to his forehead, shoulders shaking with laughter. This wasn’t worth his time.
Before he could leave, however, the monster had worked itself into a rage. It howled at him like a feral animal, flailed its arms about, and then tilted forwards on its heels, unhinging its gaping jaw like a snake before-
Sephiroth’s eyes sharpened. He had an instant to move before it happened. Projectiles, firing from the target, hundreds of them in rapid succession. He dodged to the side, bracing himself for either the piercing impact or the brush of wind across his cheek, but it seemed his companion was nearly as fast. The threw herself in front of him, hair streaking behind her as she reached for her rapier, thrusting it out in front of both of them. There was a flash of light, the projectiles struck the solid magic, embedding themselves in the air like a pin cushion.
Sephiroth paused, glancing between them. A barrier spell? It was stronger than any protect materia he’d seen.
"Forgive me if I have overstepped my bounds. If this must be taken care of in an aggressive manner, could it please be done where those who cannot defend themselves do not become injured?"
’Overstepped her bounds? Sephiroth raised an eyebrow. The crowds were already scattering. The monster didn’t seem easy to dissuade. Sephiroth touched at the hilt of his sword.
Would he have to end it himself? He didn’t particularly care for the civilian cost. If anything, neutralizing this threat would do the entire town a favor.
But he wasn’t the only one to think it. Hardly a second had passed before another good samaritan threw himself into the fray. Sephiroth glanced between him (blonde, young, was that a tail…?), the girl, and the monster before he gave a soft, ”Hmph,” and took to the sky, willing gravity null as he landed lightly on the nearest rooftop. Would the monster follow him? Perhaps, but with the wall of pacifying spectators, it wouldn’t manage it. Sephiroth extended his wing, looking up to the sun before thrusting himself towards it.
A trick from Genesis. The return flight wouldn’t take long. He would find Genesis, follow Angeal’s trail, and then they would be reunited again. In the sky, at least, he would find no resistance.
Quina was actually SHOCKED that the woman and her tiny sword could actively deflect all of the 1000 needles ROCKETING the way of the silver-haired warrior and even MORE shocked that she would actively do so! Even after hearing his explanation as to WHY Sephiroth needed to die, she LEAPT to his defense as if it were the RIGHT THING TO DO! Only continuing with the trend of the Qu having his mind blown, Zidane, perhaps Quina's only friend in the world and this one suddenly appeared out of NOWHERE and stood between him and his target as well!
"WHA!?" Quina gasped, nearly choking on his own tongue in surprise! "ZIDANE!? BUT I... YOU... IT... YOU NO UNDERSTAND! HE..." Quina pointed at the spot where Sephiroth stood... or rather once stood seeing as he wasn't there anymore. If it were possible, the Qu's tongue would've contorted into a question mark seeing as the man the gourmand actually had a grudge with just disappeared! Were it not for the fact his shadow blocked the sun for a moment, the Qu might've been looking at ground-level in vein for an eternity but luckily... or unluckily for him, Quina was able to catch sight of the SOLDIER making his elegant getaway!
"AH! COME BACK HERE, YOU STUPID!" Quina demanded, arms flailing angrily, fork arching this way as if trying to STAB Sephiroth out of the sky! Before Quina knew it... he would have disappeared into the radiant light of the sun... and the next moment, out of range of Quina's sense of smell! The Qu could only hunch over in shock, jaw slack, staring up into that blazing ball of light in utter disbelief! He... He was right there and then... then he wasn't... Really the first person Quina = wanted to punish in accordance to ANYTHING resembling a sense of justice and it just... fluttered away like a fat, tasty moogle... He stared up into the sun's corona until it became nearly unbearable, the Qu's gaze then flicking down at the monkey-boy... and despite the circumstances, he smiled! The Qu really couldn't help it after wandering this strange world for so long! Seeing someone he recognized, respected and REALLY liked for the first time since coming to this place... It was more than relieving! Even though his target had just... wormed its way out from between his fingers... it was almost as if that didn't matter as much anymore!
"Zidane!" Quina bellowed... before RUSHING down the poor Genome in an effort to PULL him into a hug! "I MISS YOU! Even if you help that guy escape, I FORGIVE YOU!"
If Quina had gotten Zidane in his grasp... and he survived being crushed by Quina's comical strength, the Qu would let him go, swiping his palms across the genome's shoulders as if dusting them off! His gaze would them flick back to Stella, the Qu's look hostile... burning as if his eyes were marked by the sun they had stared at for an uncomfortable length of time!
"YOU, though, I NOT FORGIVE! I HAD HIM IN HANDS..." Quina raised his pudgy, gloved palms and curled them into fists to emphasize his point. "WHY YOU LET HIM ESCAPE!?"
It seemed the situation would draw to its own natural conclusion. Stella was not too surprised to see the silver-haired man take off once Zidane had appeared to intercede on the matter. No, what surprised her was the manner in which he left. That ebony wing of his was certainly something to behold as he literally flew away from view before anyone could really say anything. What an odd day this had turned out to be. A soft sigh escaped her as she slowly lowered her rapier to view the two remaining before her. The odd being that wished for his 'munchies' and Zidane who was also trying to stop him. And also seemed to be getting crushed for the effort in a rather painful-looking hug she had no wish to be a part of. [break][break]
"Your timing is quite impeccable, Zidane. It seems an altercation has been avoided with your appearance and the other man's retreat." Not even of parting from the stranger? Stella could not exactly blame him since she wished to take her own leave as well. Her head tilted to the side as the being began to yell at her for interfering and allowing the man to escape. A delicate brow quirked in mild confusion as she resisted the urge to shrug nonchalantly. It was not as if she had allowed the man to escape with how he had literally flown away at his own discretion: a trick he could have pulled off even without her interference in this matter. [break][break]
"I only interceded to prevent civilian harm. I have no qualms with you nor even with the fact you wished to fight him--only by your careless methods of doing so. There are innocents that could have been hit with your attack had I not blocked it." Her rapier was still lowered but she did not dismiss it outright with how he had his fists raised in her direction. Stella believed Zidane could talk his friend down, but she was not going to leave herself defenseless if he could not do so. A soft sigh escaped her at how she somehow walked into such predicaments of her own volition. [break][break]
Perhaps it was just the path of the Oracle to fall into such situations. A shame that burden still followed her even into a new world, but there were worse fates out there. "I do apologize for the loss of your...'munchies.' But that does not mean you should instigate a fight however you like with no thought towards those nearby."
[attr="class","curragebot"]Stella likes to use fancy wording.
