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towerofanimus2012-05-12 04:03 am
intemperiae) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-12 04:03 am
Entry tags:
SOLDIER Intelligence - sort of
Characters: Sephiroth, Zack Fair, Cloud Strife, Reno(AU),
Setting: Small study room furthest from the staircase in the Library: Floor 19
Format: I personally prefer prose, but am good with either; commenter's choice
Summary: The Boys of ShinRa are having a sit-down and "swapping stories".
Warnings: None I can think of; will edit if demolition/carnage occurs ;)
Notes: Posting order not required? Just jump in wherever.
Sephiroth sat silently at far end of the small table, interlaced gloved hands resting on its top. He waited, only the slight rise and fall of his chest testament to his breathing; otherwise, ShinRa's General might have been a statue cut from pale marble, so still was he. Zack was the fidgeter, he thought, casting a fond glance to the dark haired SOLDIER pacing the length of the room.
"Zack", he finally said, cutting through the eerie quiet, just the pup's name carrying both mild rebuke and understanding. Things were definitely out of sorts, that was certain. But worrying over it wasn't going to fix it any sooner. Once they sat down and heard the stories of the others, they'd be able to progress with an action plan, a direction.
For now, however, patience was required. Patience and a clear head. Sephiroth was determined to exercise both, regardless of the cost.
Setting: Small study room furthest from the staircase in the Library: Floor 19
Format: I personally prefer prose, but am good with either; commenter's choice
Summary: The Boys of ShinRa are having a sit-down and "swapping stories".
Warnings: None I can think of; will edit if demolition/carnage occurs ;)
Notes: Posting order not required? Just jump in wherever.
Sephiroth sat silently at far end of the small table, interlaced gloved hands resting on its top. He waited, only the slight rise and fall of his chest testament to his breathing; otherwise, ShinRa's General might have been a statue cut from pale marble, so still was he. Zack was the fidgeter, he thought, casting a fond glance to the dark haired SOLDIER pacing the length of the room.
"Zack", he finally said, cutting through the eerie quiet, just the pup's name carrying both mild rebuke and understanding. Things were definitely out of sorts, that was certain. But worrying over it wasn't going to fix it any sooner. Once they sat down and heard the stories of the others, they'd be able to progress with an action plan, a direction.
For now, however, patience was required. Patience and a clear head. Sephiroth was determined to exercise both, regardless of the cost.