Drip.....drip. The noise, though almost silent, rang like a dozen small bells inside his ears. He heard the water, heard as a drop detatched itself from the rafters above, and fell slowly onto his face. He saw the dark colors before him...of the walls...roof...even the medical table upon which he lay.
Quickly he rose, and slid himself off the table as the doctor told him the report. "Well....I must say that I've never seen anything quite like it. There's enough mako in your system to poison a garrison!"
Sephiroth turned his head sideways, closed his eyes, and nodded. "That's what they've all said....does that explain my....power?" . The silver haired SOLDIER looked up at the doctor. In the far corner rested his gear. The black and gray clothing....the mythril knife in his boot...even his armlet. Not to mention his issued assault rifle and katana. Both were basic, but had plenty of slots in them for his materia.
"Sir? Are you listening?" the voice brought him out of his temporary daze. "What did you say?" "I said the immense amounts of mako in your blood are most likely the cause of your...unparralleled power. It could be forcing more adrenaline into your system to work on speed and physical strength, while the mako itself drived the power behind your magic."
Sephiroth nodded. The same thing the others had said. He stood up and then got dressed. The SOLDIER sheathed his sword and let his rifle hand at his side, barely grasping it. He thanked the doctor and left. Outside the door, his partner, James, was waiting. Sephiroth nodded to him, explaining that the doctor was of no more help than the others. After this, he walked home. Shinra was on the verge of war....tomorrow he was to be sent to the front and would need his sleep.
Quickly he rose, and slid himself off the table as the doctor told him the report. "Well....I must say that I've never seen anything quite like it. There's enough mako in your system to poison a garrison!"
Sephiroth turned his head sideways, closed his eyes, and nodded. "That's what they've all said....does that explain my....power?" . The silver haired SOLDIER looked up at the doctor. In the far corner rested his gear. The black and gray clothing....the mythril knife in his boot...even his armlet. Not to mention his issued assault rifle and katana. Both were basic, but had plenty of slots in them for his materia.
"Sir? Are you listening?" the voice brought him out of his temporary daze. "What did you say?" "I said the immense amounts of mako in your blood are most likely the cause of your...unparralleled power. It could be forcing more adrenaline into your system to work on speed and physical strength, while the mako itself drived the power behind your magic."
Sephiroth nodded. The same thing the others had said. He stood up and then got dressed. The SOLDIER sheathed his sword and let his rifle hand at his side, barely grasping it. He thanked the doctor and left. Outside the door, his partner, James, was waiting. Sephiroth nodded to him, explaining that the doctor was of no more help than the others. After this, he walked home. Shinra was on the verge of war....tomorrow he was to be sent to the front and would need his sleep.
