AN: Sorry it's so short, I'm trying though! I hope you like these latest
chapters.
::Intelligence at it's highest::
The street was busy, cars and busses shuffling along on their paths and pedestrians in large groups crossing the streets whenever they felt like it. Sephiroth made his way along the sidewalk the windows of shops passing unnoticed, the faces of people ignored completely. In his ears echoed the noises of the city and the man idly wondering at how the world had truly changed in some ways. Other things remained the same, though, disappointingly so.. like the amount of stupidity people showed on a regular basis. Or maybe it HAD changed? Yes.. it had probably risen in the last two thousand years. Why else would someone actually call him a pretty boy and demand all his gil? Well, perhaps that lack of intelligence had been learned from. Sephiroth hadn't QUITE killed him, if the man survived, he would know better than to insult Sephiroth again.
Glancing up at the sky, the warrior noted that it would likely start raining soon, but he really didn't care that much about the weather. He was more interested in finding a weapons shop that sold swords as well as guns.. Alas, the last three he'd been to didn't have any such thing, only short knives and guns. There was no real art involved in wielding those! He refused to touch them, so his bare fists would work for now... He couldn't find any Materia stores either, the closest he'd come was a jewelry shop. How silly to put Materia into jewelry, but perhaps it worked, though Sephiroth wasn't going to go all out and pierce his ears. He'd bought a necklace, a bracelet, and a pair of earrings from the one place that he'd found, figuring on prying the orbs out of their settings when he got back to his apartment.
Sighing, Sephiroth turned and entered what appeared to be a coffee shop, though he didn't truly care if the place was good, he needed something to eat. The door jingled softly as it closed behind him, the bell on the door banging gently against the glass. Pacing in, the silver haired man glanced around, meeting the eyes of the patrons that looked towards him.. They looked away, uninterested. It was nice having the ability to bend the minds of those around him.
The store was dark with a bar at the back at which a set of three kids sat, sipping their java and giggling. One was a tall young man with clear blue eyes and slightly curled blonde hair. He wasn't handsome though, more on the scrawny side. Another was a young woman with red hair and glasses, she was.. cute. The third was also a young woman with straight shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes, she seemed the quietest one in the group. He got the feeling that this was a random cameo and ignored the three, no matter how loud they were being.
Making his way over to the bar when the three teenagers moved off to another part of the café to continue harassing each other, Sephiroth rested his arms on the bar, staring at the menu. The man behind the counter was ... typically unmentionable. He would have made a great spy simply because his face was face shaped and his hair was simply brown as were his eyes. The type of guy one could lose in a crowd because he had no notable features. Sephiroth never truly trusted people like him. Taking a breath, Sephiroth was about to order when his attention was caught by the TV. The sound was off, but they had captions running along the bottom of the screen. Something about finding body in the lake of the Ancient City theme park.
Sephiroth watched the interview with the police, noting how they claimed that no murders had happened anywhere near the theme park and that everything was safe and people could continue coming to the place. They showed overhead views of the park, shocking Sephiroth slightly, though he wasn't quite sure why and certainly the expression didn't register on his face. The Ancient City theme park was built over and around what really was a city of the Ancients, people could have fun running through the Sleeping Forest- which had shrunk to a small band of trees that separated the theme park from the town just to the south. The rest of the story was more an advertisement for the theme park than anything, and though Sephiroth could never recall actually being in the place, he felt like he had and certainly felt peeved at what these morons had done to such a sacred place.
"Um.. scuse me, sir, you gonna order?" the man behind the counter asked.
Sephiroth turned his attention back towards the nondescript man, "Roast beef and tall regular to go." He dropped his bank card on the counter and watched as the man ran the card through and handed it and the receipt back to Sephiroth. Turning, Sephiroth watched the TV once more, aware that the three teenagers had left finally.. still harassing each other. Alas.. two more people entered, at least they were quiet, but they weren't people Sephiroth wanted to see particularly.
The warrior eyed them as they came to the bar, waiting for the man to finish making Sephiroth's order. Kita glanced towards him once, then looked again. "Oh.. wow," she murmured, "this is convenient."
"I suppose by your tone that you were looking for me," Sephiroth commented absently, eyes still focused on the TV.
Paul looked over, grinning widely, "Yes, we were.. We got our jobs back, and they're willing to hire you.. with pay if you want that." He stopped, feeling that Sephiroth wasn't particularly paying attention, but the warrior finally looked down at the brown haired man, "They'll give you whatever you want."
His brow quirked slightly, "And why should I care when I can get whatever I want on my own?" Sephiroth asked in return, glancing up at the TV once again and frowning. "...Masamune," he muttered, setting his piercing gaze on Paul once again. On the TV there was some sort of news story about Sephiroth and a follow up about the project as well as the great General's sword being donated to a museum somewhere.
Kita turned back towards Sephiroth and smiled, "It can be done," she stated.
Sephiroth's eyes had shifted towards a more green-blue and he stared at the two scientists as the man behind the counter set his coffee and sandwich on the counter, waiting for the other two to order. "Then do it," the warrior replied.
Finally, Kita and Paul turned to order, keeping one eye on Sephiroth, watching as he took his coffee over to the side stand and added one packet of sugar and creamer into it. Half turning, Paul muttered softly to his coworker, "That seemed almost too easy.."
"Maybe he's bored?" she replied with.
They didn't have to know how close that statement had come to the truth of Sephiroth's current mood. At least this way he'd have something to do all day. Maybe he could get a few things he didn't like changed while he was at it?...
**
::elsewhere::
With red hair sticking out wildly in all directions, the man didn't seem that trustworthy, but he truly was a nice man, and certainly worth the money he was paid at the police morgue. He pressed his lips together, frowning slightly at the newest corpse to be handed over to him. "Wellp," he stated, as if that summarized everything. The younger man in the room, with black haired and brown eyes was quite used to his boss, but he'd never heard the man say that word in THAT tone. 'Wellp' usually meant 'murdered', but the tone was different. Gavin Braun lifted his eyes from the body of the young brunet woman in a pink dress to his slightly on the short side boss. Dr. Herbert Yevon stood with his hands on his hips, that characteristic fish-like frown on his lips. His blue eyes lifted and returned his assistant's gaze.
"Sir?" Gavin asked softly, hand still poised over the report, ready to write something down.
Herbert looked down at the body again, unbuttoning the front of the dress the girl was wearing, feeling the fabric and noting how strange it felt. "The cold water helped to preserve her body," he commented, though not in a tone that meant that Gavin was to write it down. "And this wound... It went all the way through her. There've been no stabbing murders in a long time, none like this anyway. The wound is.. neat, very thin. I think she probably died quickly. This wasn't any regular murder." His eyes turned towards the young woman's beautiful face, "And she's smiling," he sighed softly, stepping back, looking at the young woman's corpse once more. "I really don't know what to think."
Gavin nodded slightly, agreeing with his boss fully. "No matter what, though, we've still got to write the report on her."
**
"We are sad to report that last night, at midnight, the space shuttle Bevelle broke apart and crashed into the Middle Sea. The officials of Kora- Shiria Space have yet to comment on the event, and are currently searching for answers to both this crash and the status of the pilots on the previous mission. We'll have more on the story at ten. Kim, how's the weather?"...
**
Sephiroth sprawled in a chair that Katachi should have been seated in, as it WAS behind the scientist's desk. With one foot propped up on the desk top, he sipped his coffee, eyeing the scientist who stood on the other side of the room. "So .. we get your sword and you'll work for the company?" Katachi reiterated, just to make sure he had things straight in his head. "That shouldn't be hard." He sighed.
The warrior sipped his coffee, finding Katachi slightly amusing.. but also slightly annoying. "When is the interview?" he asked instead, "or do you not do that sort of thing anymore?" Katachi turned to look at Sephiroth from looking out the window, seeming startled. "I.. assume that my new employer would want to brief me on what I'm going to be doing."
Katachi blushed unintentionally, "Oh, yes.. she will," he stammered. "I guess.. sometime soon."
Sephiroth gave a slight snort, removing his foot from the desk and getting to his feet, dropping a piece of the wrapper on his sandwich on the desk.. with an address written on it. Without another word, he left, leaving Katachi to rub his forehead in an attempt to quell the oncoming headache. He leaned back against the window with a sigh, closing his eyes.
::Intelligence at it's highest::
The street was busy, cars and busses shuffling along on their paths and pedestrians in large groups crossing the streets whenever they felt like it. Sephiroth made his way along the sidewalk the windows of shops passing unnoticed, the faces of people ignored completely. In his ears echoed the noises of the city and the man idly wondering at how the world had truly changed in some ways. Other things remained the same, though, disappointingly so.. like the amount of stupidity people showed on a regular basis. Or maybe it HAD changed? Yes.. it had probably risen in the last two thousand years. Why else would someone actually call him a pretty boy and demand all his gil? Well, perhaps that lack of intelligence had been learned from. Sephiroth hadn't QUITE killed him, if the man survived, he would know better than to insult Sephiroth again.
Glancing up at the sky, the warrior noted that it would likely start raining soon, but he really didn't care that much about the weather. He was more interested in finding a weapons shop that sold swords as well as guns.. Alas, the last three he'd been to didn't have any such thing, only short knives and guns. There was no real art involved in wielding those! He refused to touch them, so his bare fists would work for now... He couldn't find any Materia stores either, the closest he'd come was a jewelry shop. How silly to put Materia into jewelry, but perhaps it worked, though Sephiroth wasn't going to go all out and pierce his ears. He'd bought a necklace, a bracelet, and a pair of earrings from the one place that he'd found, figuring on prying the orbs out of their settings when he got back to his apartment.
Sighing, Sephiroth turned and entered what appeared to be a coffee shop, though he didn't truly care if the place was good, he needed something to eat. The door jingled softly as it closed behind him, the bell on the door banging gently against the glass. Pacing in, the silver haired man glanced around, meeting the eyes of the patrons that looked towards him.. They looked away, uninterested. It was nice having the ability to bend the minds of those around him.
The store was dark with a bar at the back at which a set of three kids sat, sipping their java and giggling. One was a tall young man with clear blue eyes and slightly curled blonde hair. He wasn't handsome though, more on the scrawny side. Another was a young woman with red hair and glasses, she was.. cute. The third was also a young woman with straight shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes, she seemed the quietest one in the group. He got the feeling that this was a random cameo and ignored the three, no matter how loud they were being.
Making his way over to the bar when the three teenagers moved off to another part of the café to continue harassing each other, Sephiroth rested his arms on the bar, staring at the menu. The man behind the counter was ... typically unmentionable. He would have made a great spy simply because his face was face shaped and his hair was simply brown as were his eyes. The type of guy one could lose in a crowd because he had no notable features. Sephiroth never truly trusted people like him. Taking a breath, Sephiroth was about to order when his attention was caught by the TV. The sound was off, but they had captions running along the bottom of the screen. Something about finding body in the lake of the Ancient City theme park.
Sephiroth watched the interview with the police, noting how they claimed that no murders had happened anywhere near the theme park and that everything was safe and people could continue coming to the place. They showed overhead views of the park, shocking Sephiroth slightly, though he wasn't quite sure why and certainly the expression didn't register on his face. The Ancient City theme park was built over and around what really was a city of the Ancients, people could have fun running through the Sleeping Forest- which had shrunk to a small band of trees that separated the theme park from the town just to the south. The rest of the story was more an advertisement for the theme park than anything, and though Sephiroth could never recall actually being in the place, he felt like he had and certainly felt peeved at what these morons had done to such a sacred place.
"Um.. scuse me, sir, you gonna order?" the man behind the counter asked.
Sephiroth turned his attention back towards the nondescript man, "Roast beef and tall regular to go." He dropped his bank card on the counter and watched as the man ran the card through and handed it and the receipt back to Sephiroth. Turning, Sephiroth watched the TV once more, aware that the three teenagers had left finally.. still harassing each other. Alas.. two more people entered, at least they were quiet, but they weren't people Sephiroth wanted to see particularly.
The warrior eyed them as they came to the bar, waiting for the man to finish making Sephiroth's order. Kita glanced towards him once, then looked again. "Oh.. wow," she murmured, "this is convenient."
"I suppose by your tone that you were looking for me," Sephiroth commented absently, eyes still focused on the TV.
Paul looked over, grinning widely, "Yes, we were.. We got our jobs back, and they're willing to hire you.. with pay if you want that." He stopped, feeling that Sephiroth wasn't particularly paying attention, but the warrior finally looked down at the brown haired man, "They'll give you whatever you want."
His brow quirked slightly, "And why should I care when I can get whatever I want on my own?" Sephiroth asked in return, glancing up at the TV once again and frowning. "...Masamune," he muttered, setting his piercing gaze on Paul once again. On the TV there was some sort of news story about Sephiroth and a follow up about the project as well as the great General's sword being donated to a museum somewhere.
Kita turned back towards Sephiroth and smiled, "It can be done," she stated.
Sephiroth's eyes had shifted towards a more green-blue and he stared at the two scientists as the man behind the counter set his coffee and sandwich on the counter, waiting for the other two to order. "Then do it," the warrior replied.
Finally, Kita and Paul turned to order, keeping one eye on Sephiroth, watching as he took his coffee over to the side stand and added one packet of sugar and creamer into it. Half turning, Paul muttered softly to his coworker, "That seemed almost too easy.."
"Maybe he's bored?" she replied with.
They didn't have to know how close that statement had come to the truth of Sephiroth's current mood. At least this way he'd have something to do all day. Maybe he could get a few things he didn't like changed while he was at it?...
**
::elsewhere::
With red hair sticking out wildly in all directions, the man didn't seem that trustworthy, but he truly was a nice man, and certainly worth the money he was paid at the police morgue. He pressed his lips together, frowning slightly at the newest corpse to be handed over to him. "Wellp," he stated, as if that summarized everything. The younger man in the room, with black haired and brown eyes was quite used to his boss, but he'd never heard the man say that word in THAT tone. 'Wellp' usually meant 'murdered', but the tone was different. Gavin Braun lifted his eyes from the body of the young brunet woman in a pink dress to his slightly on the short side boss. Dr. Herbert Yevon stood with his hands on his hips, that characteristic fish-like frown on his lips. His blue eyes lifted and returned his assistant's gaze.
"Sir?" Gavin asked softly, hand still poised over the report, ready to write something down.
Herbert looked down at the body again, unbuttoning the front of the dress the girl was wearing, feeling the fabric and noting how strange it felt. "The cold water helped to preserve her body," he commented, though not in a tone that meant that Gavin was to write it down. "And this wound... It went all the way through her. There've been no stabbing murders in a long time, none like this anyway. The wound is.. neat, very thin. I think she probably died quickly. This wasn't any regular murder." His eyes turned towards the young woman's beautiful face, "And she's smiling," he sighed softly, stepping back, looking at the young woman's corpse once more. "I really don't know what to think."
Gavin nodded slightly, agreeing with his boss fully. "No matter what, though, we've still got to write the report on her."
**
"We are sad to report that last night, at midnight, the space shuttle Bevelle broke apart and crashed into the Middle Sea. The officials of Kora- Shiria Space have yet to comment on the event, and are currently searching for answers to both this crash and the status of the pilots on the previous mission. We'll have more on the story at ten. Kim, how's the weather?"...
**
Sephiroth sprawled in a chair that Katachi should have been seated in, as it WAS behind the scientist's desk. With one foot propped up on the desk top, he sipped his coffee, eyeing the scientist who stood on the other side of the room. "So .. we get your sword and you'll work for the company?" Katachi reiterated, just to make sure he had things straight in his head. "That shouldn't be hard." He sighed.
The warrior sipped his coffee, finding Katachi slightly amusing.. but also slightly annoying. "When is the interview?" he asked instead, "or do you not do that sort of thing anymore?" Katachi turned to look at Sephiroth from looking out the window, seeming startled. "I.. assume that my new employer would want to brief me on what I'm going to be doing."
Katachi blushed unintentionally, "Oh, yes.. she will," he stammered. "I guess.. sometime soon."
Sephiroth gave a slight snort, removing his foot from the desk and getting to his feet, dropping a piece of the wrapper on his sandwich on the desk.. with an address written on it. Without another word, he left, leaving Katachi to rub his forehead in an attempt to quell the oncoming headache. He leaned back against the window with a sigh, closing his eyes.