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[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Zack said that he wasn’t sure if Sephiroth had liked him, but Genesis shook his head when he also shared that the silver-haired man had chuckled at him a few times. “That’s a fair bit of emotion coming from Sephiroth. I think he liked you more than he let on. That sounds like him.” The Great General Sephiroth could be hard to read. He was a man of few words and little free time to spend on something like friends. Even Genesis and Angeal had to struggle to get him to emerge sometimes, so he imagined it was even harder for a more casual friend like Zack. Away from Shinra though, maybe it would do Sephiroth some good to finally have to interact with society like a real human. Or as a real monster, as it were.
Shaking his head, Genesis sipped his cocoa and listened as Zack named a few other people from Gaia that he had met while traveling through Zephon. “Oh wonderful, a Wutai girl. Let’s keep her away from Sephiroth, shall we? I’m sure she holds zero grudges.” They hadn’t called his friend the demon of Wutai for nothing. They’d all committed their share of atrocities during the war, but the general had certainly gone above and beyond in that category. How like Sephiroth to show off even when it came to war crimes.
“Who?” Genesis asked bluntly when Zack also mentioned running into an Aerith. Honestly, the name rang a bell, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember where he might have heard it before. It must not have been very important then.
The dark-haired man then seemed to enjoy his drink a bit too much, which made Genesis chuckle into his own. It looked like he needed another cocoa already. “I refuse to carry you back to your room if you can’t even make it back up the ski slope after we go down it.” Though truthfully carrying someone up a mountain was particularly easy for the red-haired SOLDIER and his wing, but those were details.
“My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow, no matter where the winds may blow.”
Also he may have just accidentally promised to go skiing with Zack.
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Sephiroth remarked that Genesis had been gone for a while, and the red-haired SOLDIER idly traced a finger along the table since his head was already down. “Three’s a crowd, so they say.” It hadn’t used to be like that, but maybe they’d never be normal around each other again after everything that had happened. He only managed around Sephiroth sometimes because the general acted like nothing had changed. Or to be more accurate, maybe nothing had changed to him. He certainly didn’t seem to remember even Genesis’ defection. Let alone Angeal’s suicide or his own descent into madness. In a way, Genesis almost envied him.
Sephiroth asked why he had wanted to go on a trip, and for once Genesis was quiet as he settled his chin on his arms and watched his friend pour himself a cup of coffee. Of course he did not get a mug for Genesis like he’d asked, but he found he didn’t have the energy to complain about it. “I thought it would be easier on a trip. Normal…” He didn’t have any snark left to add something on to his comment like he normally did, and he hated how vulnerable that made his voice sound. It didn’t help when Sephiroth evaluated him with a slow glance and pointed out that he needed sleep.
Well no shit.
“How didn’t I think of that? Clearly all my problems are now solved,” he said dramatically, coming back to himself a bit with that small spark of annoyance at his friend. Scowling, he sat up and took one of the apples into both his hands, looking it over broodingly like it was the cause of all his problems. In some ways, perhaps it was.
“You know, I thought I was over both of you. I really did. It’s been four years for me. And it turns out I haven’t moved past anything at all. Did you know that Angeal killed himself because he didn’t want to be a monster like me? And you-...” Genesis broke off, gripping the apple tighter before he decided that he was too exhausted for this. Too exhausted to pretend everything was fine between them.
After a moment, he held the apple up to Sephiroth in a mock offering of how they had faced each other in the Niblheim reactor. “My friend, your desire is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess.” He had been so confident that day, toying with his friend’s feelings a bit too much. It was different now. He was just so tired of their reactions to the news that the three of them were the same. Monsters. Just three birds of a feather.
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Sephiroth was making his morning coffee when Genesis burst in, and he looked entirely unimpressed by the big trip announcement. He did at least inform him that Angeal wasn’t awake yet though, so the red-haired SOLDIER huffed and briefly abandoned his bag of apples in favor of marching towards his best friend’s door. To his credit, he didn’t even hesitate outside of it, though he deeply wanted to. It had been close to a month since the pair had seen each other, after all. But instead of wasting time, he burst inside Angeal’s room, finding himself disappointed by the sight of an empty, neatly made bed.
“Apparently he isn’t here at all,” Genesis complained to Sephiroth as he returned to the kitchen. “Why is it that I can’t get rid of either of you except when I actually need you?” With that, he flopped down in a chair and draped himself around it like he hadn’t gotten any sleep. Which he hadn’t actually. Too many plans.
“Can I have a cup?” He tried to wheedle out of Sephiroth. The man was making coffee anyway, so he didn’t see that an extra mug would be much work. “With like. A lot of cream.” The silver-haired man was likely to take it black because he was ridiculous and the picture of manhood or something. That was fine. Genesis had nothing to compensate for unlike some people.
Sephiroth finally deigned to ask what he was talking about, and Genesis slowly oozed downwards until his chin was resting on his hands on the table. Trust Angeal to ruin his plans. “I wanted to take you both to the Meltwater Springs in Sonora. It’s supposed to be a lovely resort with a hotspring. But apparently it’s just us today…”
Not that they couldn’t go with just the two of them, but Genesis was still disappointed. He’d had a vision and he didn’t like last minute changes to his sudden impulses.
“My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow No matter where the winds may blow.”
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Zack actually looked a bit solemn when Genesis brought up Angeal’s situation. It wasn’t the first time that he’d seen the First-Class SOLDIER be serious of course—he had been whenever they had fought—but it was as disconcerting as it always was. Something about his face was just more natural when he was happy “Maybe you’d do some Angeal some good.” he admitted a bit begrudgingly. “You probably won’t yell at him like I did.”
Yelling was a bit of an overstatement considering they’d both been a bit preoccupied with keeping Sephiroth alive at the time, but Genesis had definitely voiced his displeasure over the man’s final choice at least.
Zack had apparently run into his share of people from Midgar as well. Genesis scoffed a little at the idea that they thought they were helping Sephiroth, but he did at least pause to consider when Zack asked if he could help at all. “Honestly, he’d probably like to see you. You’re not likely to yell at him about something he doesn’t remember, and you two seemed to be getting close before his breakdown.” He couldn’t say that he really understood why. People often said that he and Sephiroth were unlikely friends, but Zack and Sephiroth seemed even more unlikely to him. Perhaps they were the definition of trauma-bonding though after Angeal had died.
Zack expressed interest in trying out the skiing course that was still open, though he seemed to get distracted by the hot chocolate bar that Genesis pointed out too. Judging by the man’s uneasy chuckle, he hadn’t entirely appreciated the red-haired man’s joke about trying to kill him, but he was still good-natured enough to get him another drink anyway. Genesis squinted up at the man’s grin before he sighed and took the mug with his own faint smile.
“My friend, your desire Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess Legend shall speak Of sacrifice at world's end.”
There. That was a sufficient apology for everything that had happened between them, right?
After that recitation, he took a sip of the drink, appreciating the warmth after the freezing flight over. “Who else have you found from Midgar by the way?”
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[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Zack seemed more nostalgic about Loveless than anything, though the SOLDIER had never seemed overly happy to hear any of the poem at the time. Perhaps he couldn’t blame him though when Genesis had tended to throw summons at him or attack him after reciting it. When he thought of it like that, the red-head started to get a little sentimental himself. His little rebellion might have been a good time had it not been for his degradation.
Zack expressed that he was sure Angeal would come around, which just made Genesis roll his eyes. “He’ll hold onto his guilt for the rest of time if we let him. He blames himself for leaving us. Which to be fair he really should feel bad about making you kill him. Maybe if he stops avoiding you and lets himself apologize then he’ll finally cheer up.” Too blunt? Zack was probably not looking for a reminder of that day, but Genesis was known for saying what was on his mind. Even when it was to his own detriment. And especially when it was to other people’s.
“Sephiroth is absolutely a time-bomb,” he agreed, somewhat relieved to be talking to someone who knew what the silver-haired man had done in Niblheim. Angeal had died before that incident, so he probably didn’t quite understand what was making Genesis walk on eggshells. “I’ve been trying not to drop the Jenova word, but it sounds like other people from Midgar have been appearing here and making my life harder. As if confronting him will make things better.” That was probably the most likely way to make things end in bloodshed, but Genesis didn’t pretend to understand how most people operated. He was fully aware that Zack was the hero of their story.
The other First-Class lit up when Genesis mentioned the snowboarding tournament that was going on in the mountains this weekend. “I think the tournament starts in the morning. Though I did hear that the resort has one slope that’s outfitted for night skiing if you wanted to try your hand tonight.” It wasn’t quite an offer to join him, but maybe if the alcohol kept flowing. He was begrudgingly enjoying the conversation at least, and that realization made him sigh. Perhaps avoiding his two friends had been taking its toll.
“My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow No matter where the winds may blow.”
Zack asked what he was drinking, and Genesis turned to gesture up towards the bar that was on the far wall past the huge fireplace. “They’re having an unlimited hot chocolate bar for the tournament. You strike me as a whipped cream and sprinkles man, but I’d recommend the peppermint liquor.” After a moment of contemplation, Genesis squinted up at the dark-haired man. “Speaking of, how have we never drank together before? I drink with everyone.” And then he answered his own question with a light laugh. “Oh. I suppose I was too busy trying to kill you and trample on Shinra.”
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Genesis was sipping his hot chocolate in peaceful silence when suddenly someone called his name. Opening his eyes in surprise, he blinked at the dark-haired man in front of him. Once. Then twice. “Zack?” The sight of his previous enemy almost didn’t compute since their encounter was a complete surprise and he’d last seen the other First-Class down south in the Fractured Plains. Seeing him in a completely different climate was disorienting. It took Zack settling in directly beside him for Genesis’ brain to catch up enough for him to groan. “My friend, the fates are cruel. There are no dreams, no honor remains. The arrow has left the bow of the goddess.”
Slinking lower in his cushioned chair, he scowled at the question of how he was doing. “Oh, living the dream. Angeal gives me desolate guilty looks whenever we’re in the same room, and Sephiroth could lose it at any moment if he remembers that his mother happens to be a monster in a tube. So clearly everything’s fine. That’s why I’m on a mountain. People who are fine go to mountains, right?” He took a large gulp of cocoa, suddenly wondering if he could steal the bottle of peppermint liquor it had been spiked with from the hot chocolate bar. That seemed a more direct way to do things now that all pretense of relaxation was gone. Zack was generally good at messing up his plans though. Today was no exception.
“What are you doing here anyway?” He squinted up at the dark-haired man from where he was slouched in his chair. “Actually, scratch that question. A snowboarding competition sounds entirely up your alley. Have you been yet?” It was getting dark, but from what Genesis understood, the resort did offer night skiing. The course was probably all lit up, which admittedly did appeal to the ex-SOLDIER more than rolling down a mountain in broad daylight.
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] The white-haired man complimented his style before anything else, which made Genesis laugh under his breath as he brushed some imaginary dust off his coat. “Would you believe this started as me breaking the dress code on a uniform?” Of the three of them, only Angeal wore the First-Class SOLDIER uniform as intended. Genesis had his favorite red leather coat of course, then Sephiroth had added his dramatic black cloak. His friend also never wore the sweater because he was a show-off and thought the entire world wanted to look at his pecs. They were rather nice actually, but that wasn’t the point.
The stranger confirmed that he was the guild leader—at least at the moment. It sounded like there was a story there, but probably not one he could pry much into when they’d just met. He did have to laugh when the man dismissed where the gil had come from by saying that most people were stupid. “Oh, don’t get me started on people, I hate most of them.” He rolled his eyes, but he was actually rather enjoying the banter. Particularly when the man served him up a bowl of some delicious smelling curry. “Our third roommate thought we should pay you back anyway, so here I am.”
The food really did look incredible now that he was up close. Genesis was undressing a rice dish with his eyes when the cat-eared man admitted that he had never heard that Loveless quote before. “Not terribly surprising. It’s not from Zephon unfortunately.” Though the play in all its glory would exist here before too long if the ex-SOLDIER had anything to say about it.
Genesis certainly wasn’t expecting a verse in return though, and he was so taken aback that he looked up from the food to stare at the cook in a new light as he sang a few lines. He had no idea what song it was from, but it seemed like a lovely rendition. The themes were so reminiscent of Loveless that he was itching to hear a full version sometime.
Was it too forward to ask a man to dinner before you even knew his name?
“Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess,” he complimented him, reaching forward to shake the man’s hand in return as he finally introduced himself. “D’usi then, since you wouldn’t have given me the option otherwise,” he said with a slight laugh, his eyes following the progress of the man’s swishing tail. He had to admire D’usi a little for not caring that it was on full display. Clearly neither he nor Kuja were there yet.
“I’m Genesis. We’ve settled here in Provo, and I suppose I’m something of a mercenary now.” There hadn’t been many other options here when his only skills were magic and swords. Apparently other worlds frowned upon not attending school past the age of 14. Just another way Shinra kept coming back to bite them.
“What’s your story? A cook, a singer, and a guild leader all in one? You’re a man of many talents.”
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Genesis didn’t come to Sonora all too often anymore—it was wet, miserable, and the politics reminded him far too much of Midgar. All in all, those weren’t exactly a combination of his favorite things. However, his apartment in Provo had felt way too crowded for his liking lately. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy Sephiroth and Angeal’s company. Of course he did, they were his best friends, but it was horribly awkward right now unfortunately. Everything that had happened between them was just still too palpable. Angeal’s suicide, Sephiroth’s mental break. How was he even supposed to broach those subjects?
By running away to a ski resort for the weekend apparently. Maybe if he forgot everything entirely for a while then Genesis would finally be able to talk to them openly when he came back.Or maybe he’d just get drunk and have a good time. He could live with those consequences too.
It was dark by the time he arrived in Mount Hotan on the first night, and he was so cold from the flight over that Genesis was more than happy to just lounge by the fire in the ski resort lobby. He had a mug of cocoa idly clutched in one hand that he’d spiked with a generous amount of Peppermint Schnapps, so all in all, life wasn’t too terrible at the moment. The resort seemed fairly crowded with all sorts of people coming in for the snowboarding competition in the morning, though Genesis had heard this holiday had something to do with Shiva. The Snowrun Escapades seemed a bit too commercialized to have anything to do with celebrating the ice summon, but that was money for you. Shinra had enjoyed capitalizing on anything it could get its hands on too, so the ex-soldier couldn’t say he was surprised. Pity for the people who actually worshiped Shiva, but Genesis himself wasn’t one to complain about a fun weekend.
“Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return,” Genesis quoted to himself, attracting a few glances as he laid his head back against the cushioned seat behind him. He had really needed this time away from anybody he knew. Absolutely nothing could ruin his peaceful trip now.
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Genesis was not thrilled to be cleaning up another of Sephiroth’s messes. Particularly not when it involved doing a good deed. Being charitable and having people look at him sounded just nauseating really. Not a good way to spend an afternoon. But Angeal was being all regretful over what Sephiroth and some blond boy had done to an entire city block in Provo, and since he had intervened in their fight, neither Angeal nor Sephiroth could really show their faces around there. That left Genesis to go pick up the pieces for them. Of course.
He was only doing it for Angeal’s conscience though. Goddess knows that he was the only one of the three of them who had one.
Genesis landed a bit away from the street in question, and he made sure to tuck his wing away inside his red leather coat before he hopped down onto the sidewalk and joined the crowd. It looked like a few of the buildings had been repaired since the fight, but Genesis had to whistle a bit under his breath at some of the rubble that remained in the road. Trust the great General Sephiroth to show off like that. As for what had been eating at the mysterious blond boy who had attacked him, Genesis had no idea. Perhaps Sephiroth had bored him to death once. Or more seriously, maybe he’d seen what the man had done to Niblheim after his breakdown. Genesis hadn’t been there during the fire, but he’d heard the rumors. However much Shinra had tried to cover it up.
As Genesis was wondering where to start, he noticed a small crowd gathered around one of the buildings in the area and an absolutely delicious smell wafting overhead. Now that was certainly worth exploring. The SOLDIER approached slowly and loitered near the back of the crowd as a white-haired man near the front announced that this was a demo of their kitchen so the food was basically free except for donations. Maybe today wouldn’t be the absolute worst after all.
From the ‘Rising Stones’ sign near the door, this appeared to be an adventurers’ guild of some sort. The man up front certainly didn’t look like he was from Zephon originally, since he literally had cat ears perched on top of his head. Genesis quirked an eyebrow at the sight, but seeing as he’d once had a fling in Sonora with a man who had a tail, it wasn’t so odd. Particularly when he himself had a wing, though that wasn’t exactly normal where he was from either.
Resisting the urge to go straight for the man’s food, Genesis waited until he had a free moment before he sidled over to him. “Are you the guild leader?” He asked, but he didn’t really wait for an answer before he added a pouch of gil to the bucket that he was using for donations. “Sorry about your roof. My friend’s stupid,” he said with a slight roll of his eyes. He probably shouldn’t be admitting that he knew one of the criminals who had demolished the place, but he honestly just didn’t really care. It would be laughable if someone tried to detain him. “Anyway, I stole his money and that’s what he made this month. That should probably fix it.” Was that enough of an apology? Would Angeal consider that adequate? Probably not, so he added his own brand—a bit of Loveless.
“My friend, your desire Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess Legend shall speak Of sacrifice at world's end The wind sails over the water's surface Quietly, but surely.”
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Genesis wouldn’t say that he had been avoiding the apartment necessarily, but he certainly hadn’t made many appearances lately. Really, he’d been looking for any excuse to sleep somewhere else ever since Angeal had kicked in the door with a mortally wounded Sephiroth. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see his best friend—far from it—but what did you say to someone who had returned from the dead? Particularly when Angeal had wanted it. Maybe he didn’t even want to be alive again, and that was a hard thought to swallow with everything that had come after. Everyone was so much worse without Angeal in their lives.
Normally Genesis would have liked being the one who remembered the most, but not in this case. He didn’t want to have to tell Sephiroth that he’d completely lost it over being more monster than man and burned down a town. For that matter, he didn’t really want to have to tell Angeal that Genesis himself had built a twisted tribute to Loveless underneath their childhood home, made Zack run through it like a rat in a maze, and then attacked him to try to cure his degradation. In hindsight, perhaps those hadn’t been the sanest four years of his life. But it had worked. The goddess had healed him. He just wasn’t looking forward to rehashing the details with Angeal and having to see that disappointed face.
Ugh. Having a conscience now was the literal worst.
Since Genesis had been avoiding the apartment, Sephiroth and Angeal may have been a bit surprised one clear spring morning when he came bursting through the door at dawn. He wasn’t usually a morning person. “When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end, the goddess descends from the sky,” he announced to no one in particular as he slammed a bag of groceries down on the table. One or two dark red apples came spilling out, but he was in too much of a manic mood to notice. “Both of you get out here! I’m making apple juice and we’re going to Sonora.”
Digging through the pockets of his red leather coat, he slammed a brochure down on the table next to the stray apples. It was an advertisement for the Meltwater Springs up in the mountains of Sonora. It truly did look relaxing, and Genesis was forever ready for a spiritual experience. Privately he wondered if the springs could heal friendships on top of ailments.
“Both of you are depressing me, so we’re taking a trip.”
