muns are evil, seph. sad fact, bro.

[intemperiae]

...it took pornography for you to pester me again?




--for Shiva's sake, woman--!

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[tobeagod]

My, my. How embarrassing.

[intemperiae]

Indeed. Thank you for that astute observation.

[fragmented_one]

*He just... what? Cloud isn't sure how to process this, and he shifts awkwardly, his black, feathered wings folding a little against his hips (from where they also protrude from.) They're droopy and unkempt at best.*

Is not that... common? *He watches Sephiroth with an alert, but somewhat wide gaze, though his confusion isn't fully shown in his facial expression.*

[tobeagod]

Someone had to point it out to you. It seems all the stories I've heard of you must not be true if that is what it takes.

[intemperiae]

Not now, Cadet.

[His Generalness hadn't exactly had the best day.]

[intemperiae]

Alas that it's not my job to squealch titillating rumors. [Otherwise the city would just be a large hole in the ground. So.] One would hope a sensible individual able to separate truth from hearsay.

[fragmented_one]

This one... does not... understand.

*Cadet? Huh? Well, he continues, as much as his voice is not used to speaking in tangible sentences.* What... is wrong?

[intemperiae]

Females and their idiocy, for starters.

[Cue a slow blink and puzzled frown.]

--what's wrong with you?

[fragmented_one]

*Welp, back to fragmented talking.* ...Is there?

*His wings fluff up a little, and he pointedly does not make eye contact with Sephiroth for longer than a second or two. Something about him almost feels... nostalgic? It's confusing, and makes his head ache.

*But, IS there something wrong with him? He can't recall at all. He doesn't even remember the time when he had his own hopes and aspirations, and spoke freely just as any person. He's an object. Objects don't talk more than necessary, if at all.*

[intemperiae]

[Sephiroth wasn't the most patient of men on a good day, and this sudden upset to his routine had his temper a bit more frayed than usual.]

Report to sickbay, if you're that bad off. And do it quickly. I've no patience for this nonsense, Cadet.

[fragmented_one]

*His feathers stand completely on end, fluffing out. Sickbay? Is that the same with the room and the too-bright lights and the needles and screaming and... other noises? He can't -- he doesn't want to go back there again, he got away from that in the first place to STAY out!

*Frightened as he is, he can't get himself to speak. Just thinking about those memories has him grasping at his head. The screaming - he keeps remembering those screams and he can't recall if they were his or not but it aches. So he wraps his wings around himself as he endures the sudden flashback.*

[animusangelus]

[Is that a snort of laughter?

...no, not at all.]

Don't ask, don't tell.

[intemperiae]

I hadn't planned on it, Cadet. But, thank you.

[animusangelus]

That title doesn't suit me anymore.

[intemperiae]

[All right, that wasn't regulation. The Science Department had better have a good excuse for letting such a specimen loose!]

Stand down! That is an order, Cadet! [Delivered in precise, stern military cadence, not even capable of being ignored.] Cease and desist! At once!

[intemperiae]

I don't recall giving you another, nor has anyone in my office, therefore it will stay until deemed otherwise. Understood?

[animusangelus]

I don't work for your office. Not anymore. [He shifts and lets Sephiroth see his sword. It does resemble one of the buster-swords, though Cloud has made his own tweaks.] But if you want to relive the past, I guess I've done worse.

[fragmented_one]

*Being ordered is something his body can't ignore, no matter how much his mind screams at him, and no matter how much he doesn't understand the expression. He just... stops. Limply, and eyes blank. His body falls to a kneeling position, both knees on the ground, hands following suit. Wings splayed out, he can't so much as twitch until the fit subsides.*

U..ugh...

*On the bright side, the loud noise has dragged him out of his thoughts, out of that damaging loop. Even so, he tries to claw his way back out of this imposed quiet. He can't, he can't he can't! He can't stay here, not at all!*

[intemperiae]

Mmhm. I'll have Zack Fair take you for a memory jog, as well. I don't have time for this nonsense. Especially from my own command.

[animusangelus]

Your command? Not anymore. Not ever again. [He takes a deep breath. No use in drudging all of that up.] Zack would you tell my memory is fine. I'm just...from your future.

[intemperiae]

[A snort.]

Spare me the details, then. I have enough to worry about in the present, thank you. Now, if you've nothing else to do besides stand there and smirk at my expense, I'm positive we can remedy that.

[animusangelus]

[A sigh. It really is hard to be too hard on one of his heroes - even if his image of Sephiroth has been heavily tainted over the years.]

Care to take out some aggression? [He manages a small smile.] It's not like you can hit your Mun.

[controledfreak]

[Eyes blinking. All three of them.]

[Also, move your cursor over the little bouncing icon for a quick translation!]

Porn... ography.

[intemperiae]

[Despite the fact that he had no idea what was going on, Sephiroth was a commander still. And this was unacceptable.]

To your feet. Now.

[intemperiae]

Yes. I trust you're familiar with the word?

[If he had to define it....]