AN: yes, that random cameo was me and my friends. Goes to show you that I'm
not a character in this story! Whee! No mary sues here!
::close call::
Lola Gibson heaved a sigh, adjusting her bra somewhat beneath the tightly clinging black suit jacket.. under which she wore no shirt. She figured she'd gotten away lucky in that Sephiroth didn't want to be paid, only wanted his sword.. but that didn't explain the mysterious activity of HER secret account! She got up from her chair and moved around her wide desk to perch on the edge of it facing the door.
A soft 'bing' interrupted her thoughts. Reaching back, she pressed a flashing button on her phone, "Yes?" A phone which sat on her desk along with her flat screened computer, the desk a modest hardwood piece that sat in the center of a largely empty room, windows lining two of the four walls, those windows looking out over the street, towards other buildings that looked exactly the same as the one she was currently in. The floor was carpeted with cheap gray matting. A very boring room.
"Dr. Katachi is here.. he.. brought someone." The young woman secretary sounded slightly confused for some reason. This worried Lola, but she pushed that aside in favor of all the other things worrying her.
"Send them in," she replied, letting go of the button and tuning to face the door once again. Not a moment after, Katachi came striding in, looking confident as ever, at least today he wasn't wearing his labcoat. Behind him was a taller man.. with - her eyes skimmed back to Katachi. She frowned slightly, looking back at the other man once again. This time, she found she could look at him. ... and nearly lost her wits.
He was handsome! Tall, strong, beautiful.. and currently wearing all black. A black turtle neck, a long black coat, black pants, black shoes. A true hit man if Lola was to judge. If this man was Sephiroth, she found it hard to believe that he hadn't been stared at on his way up to her office. "Well," she murmured, lifting a hand to absently twirl some of her own hair around her fingers. "A pleasure, Mr. Sephiroth," she murmured, completely ignoring Katachi and wounding his pride.
Sephiroth stared at her with a somewhat bored expression, but said nothing. Katachi cleared his throat, "Ms. Gibson," he stated, "Fine work I did?"
Lola's eyes slid over to him, her expression darkening. "You didn't do what I paid you to do, but this is fine." She looked back at the silver haired man who stared at her with the same bored expression, "And do you have no voice?" she asked of him, glancing towards Katachi once more.
The doctor slid closer to his employer, murmuring into her ear, "Eh.. well, he's somewhat temperamental from time to time.."
"I'm waiting for you to get to the point. You DO have a job for me..?" Sephiroth replied, his accent heavy as he moved to fold his arms across his chest with deliberate slowness. His tone of voice suggested that he didn't like people wasting his time.
Lola pushed herself off her desk, straightening and taking a deep breath, making her jacket open slightly to expose some of her shirtless expanse. "I don't see why I should pay you with anything at all," she stated. "My company bought you from the archeologist team that dug you up, we brought you back to life. I think you owe us."
She blinked.. and found the man gone from in front of her.. and a sharp blade pressed against her throat from behind, "I think you'll die just like anyone else would," he murmured from behind her. Sephiroth wasn't in the mood to be told he was merely an object to be owned. "There are many other things I could be doing right now, preferably elsewhere." He gently pressed the knife closer, but rolled it so that the cold flat of the blade was lain against her neck.
Katachi, in the meantime, stood with his back pressed against the wall near the door, having backed away when he realized that Sephiroth had moved. "Ah.. Ms.. Gibson.. he only asked for his sword.."
The woman only barely managed to refrain from swallowing and stood as still as possible until Sephiroth removed the dagger with deliberate sluggishness, dragging the edge of the blade against her throat. Once freed, she turned, to find that he was perched on her desk, much the same way she had been when they came in. "Just your sword. Nothing else?" she asked slowly, still white, her palms sweaty even as she rubbed at her neck, checking for blood. The amount of adrenaline now flowing through her veins would have masked any pain she felt.
Sephiroth nodded slightly, "What's my job?" he asked curtly.
Lola took a breath, lifting her chin somewhat. "I want the world."
**
Herbert slowly blinked, staring at the DNA test he'd just finished on the young woman's corpse. "Dear... god. This girl isn't ..." he turned and looked at the woman who merely looked to be asleep on the table. "She's not human!"
Gavin looked up from where he'd been going over the last few details on another murder case, "Not human?" he asked, making his way over to look at the paper his boss had loosely clutched in his hand as he stared at the girl. Taking the paper from the slightly pudgy man's hand, Gavin looked it over, blinking as he came to the same conclusion. Only small parts of the structure were the typical human pattern. Though she looked human.. and may have at least been half human, she wasn't fully. "So what do we do?"
Shaking his head, the older forensic scientist looked towards the younger man, "The carbon date on the mud finished yet?" he asked. Gavin moved off to check, leaving Herbert to come forward and stare at the corpse. From day one, this body had confused him. She was in such perfect condition, as if she'd just died, she wasn't on any records of missing people, she seemed to have died of a strange weapon, and she wasn't human. And she wasn't decomposing like she should have been once taken out of the environment that had preserved her.
Gavin returned moments later with another print out, "The mud around her decomposed at a steady rate," he stated upon reaching his superior, glancing up from the paper briefly, "Which adds another mystery.. because this says that she has been down there for two thousand years."
The two men's gazes met, lights coming into their eyes simultaneously. "We... found an ancient!" they breathed in unison.
**
Employed once more.. by a company.. for domination of the world.. what was it with companies and world domination? Sephiroth shoved his hair back from his face, though his bangs fell forward almost immediately afterwards. Katachi stood beside him in the elevator, anger practically radiating from him.
Jealous.. That was what the doctor was. If Seph weren't in a bad mood already he would have been amused. Something was bothering him though. They seemed to know something about him.. that he couldn't quite remember. But once more he was employed by Shinra- or what might as well be Shinra. Handing the world to them just as he'd done before.. he wondered if it would be as easy as it was the first time..
He'd have to have many more meetings with Lola to figure out what targets to go after first.. and he'd have to learn the current government system and whatnot. He'd hoped to be able to get familiar with things before being thrown into them fully.
Why did the thought bother him? Why did it matter to HIM who he got paid by? Why did it matter if he was killing people again, leading another war? There was simply.. something wrong with it all that he couldn't put his finger on. Perhaps it tied back into the things he couldn't remember, something to do with Nibelheim. It nagged at the back of his mind, but for the life of him, Sephiroth could not remember. Katachi was speaking, however, something about preparations to go to someplace or another. Sephiroth blocked him out, remaining silent as one hand lifted from his pocket, unfolding and placing the trendy sunglasses upon his nose. The thought that he probably looked like Katachi's bodyguard made his lips curl back slightly. Amazing how such simple things amused him, but.. well.. one had to admit, it was slightly funny.
The elevator stopped, the doors opened, and release from the horrible muzak was given. Sephiroth started forward, breezing past Katachi in two long strides. Katachi hurried to catch up, complaining about Sephiroth's lack of respect towards him now. After all, wasn't Katachi the one who'd brought him back from the dead?
These words too were ignored and Sephiroth neglected to return to Katachi's car, having had enough of the scientist. Besides, his legs worked just fine, and he could take care of himself.
**
He stared up in horror as the dark shapes loomed over him. The pain wouldn't stop! It wouldn't stop- they wouldn't stop! His face, and entire body had blood on it from the things they'd done to him, blood he'd either thrown up or had leaked from the various wounds they'd inflicted.
~We should release this one soon.~
~It will not last. It cannot carry our message.~
His eyes darted from one dark shape to the other, trying to find the source of the voices, his vision had faded though and it was impossible to see anything beyond vague shapes and colors.
~Perhaps we should shorten our message?~
The world spun as one of the creatures reached forward, grasping him and moving him from whatever cold object he'd been laying on. His head lolled back, eyes bulged from their sockets. Then, the world faded.
::close call::
Lola Gibson heaved a sigh, adjusting her bra somewhat beneath the tightly clinging black suit jacket.. under which she wore no shirt. She figured she'd gotten away lucky in that Sephiroth didn't want to be paid, only wanted his sword.. but that didn't explain the mysterious activity of HER secret account! She got up from her chair and moved around her wide desk to perch on the edge of it facing the door.
A soft 'bing' interrupted her thoughts. Reaching back, she pressed a flashing button on her phone, "Yes?" A phone which sat on her desk along with her flat screened computer, the desk a modest hardwood piece that sat in the center of a largely empty room, windows lining two of the four walls, those windows looking out over the street, towards other buildings that looked exactly the same as the one she was currently in. The floor was carpeted with cheap gray matting. A very boring room.
"Dr. Katachi is here.. he.. brought someone." The young woman secretary sounded slightly confused for some reason. This worried Lola, but she pushed that aside in favor of all the other things worrying her.
"Send them in," she replied, letting go of the button and tuning to face the door once again. Not a moment after, Katachi came striding in, looking confident as ever, at least today he wasn't wearing his labcoat. Behind him was a taller man.. with - her eyes skimmed back to Katachi. She frowned slightly, looking back at the other man once again. This time, she found she could look at him. ... and nearly lost her wits.
He was handsome! Tall, strong, beautiful.. and currently wearing all black. A black turtle neck, a long black coat, black pants, black shoes. A true hit man if Lola was to judge. If this man was Sephiroth, she found it hard to believe that he hadn't been stared at on his way up to her office. "Well," she murmured, lifting a hand to absently twirl some of her own hair around her fingers. "A pleasure, Mr. Sephiroth," she murmured, completely ignoring Katachi and wounding his pride.
Sephiroth stared at her with a somewhat bored expression, but said nothing. Katachi cleared his throat, "Ms. Gibson," he stated, "Fine work I did?"
Lola's eyes slid over to him, her expression darkening. "You didn't do what I paid you to do, but this is fine." She looked back at the silver haired man who stared at her with the same bored expression, "And do you have no voice?" she asked of him, glancing towards Katachi once more.
The doctor slid closer to his employer, murmuring into her ear, "Eh.. well, he's somewhat temperamental from time to time.."
"I'm waiting for you to get to the point. You DO have a job for me..?" Sephiroth replied, his accent heavy as he moved to fold his arms across his chest with deliberate slowness. His tone of voice suggested that he didn't like people wasting his time.
Lola pushed herself off her desk, straightening and taking a deep breath, making her jacket open slightly to expose some of her shirtless expanse. "I don't see why I should pay you with anything at all," she stated. "My company bought you from the archeologist team that dug you up, we brought you back to life. I think you owe us."
She blinked.. and found the man gone from in front of her.. and a sharp blade pressed against her throat from behind, "I think you'll die just like anyone else would," he murmured from behind her. Sephiroth wasn't in the mood to be told he was merely an object to be owned. "There are many other things I could be doing right now, preferably elsewhere." He gently pressed the knife closer, but rolled it so that the cold flat of the blade was lain against her neck.
Katachi, in the meantime, stood with his back pressed against the wall near the door, having backed away when he realized that Sephiroth had moved. "Ah.. Ms.. Gibson.. he only asked for his sword.."
The woman only barely managed to refrain from swallowing and stood as still as possible until Sephiroth removed the dagger with deliberate sluggishness, dragging the edge of the blade against her throat. Once freed, she turned, to find that he was perched on her desk, much the same way she had been when they came in. "Just your sword. Nothing else?" she asked slowly, still white, her palms sweaty even as she rubbed at her neck, checking for blood. The amount of adrenaline now flowing through her veins would have masked any pain she felt.
Sephiroth nodded slightly, "What's my job?" he asked curtly.
Lola took a breath, lifting her chin somewhat. "I want the world."
**
Herbert slowly blinked, staring at the DNA test he'd just finished on the young woman's corpse. "Dear... god. This girl isn't ..." he turned and looked at the woman who merely looked to be asleep on the table. "She's not human!"
Gavin looked up from where he'd been going over the last few details on another murder case, "Not human?" he asked, making his way over to look at the paper his boss had loosely clutched in his hand as he stared at the girl. Taking the paper from the slightly pudgy man's hand, Gavin looked it over, blinking as he came to the same conclusion. Only small parts of the structure were the typical human pattern. Though she looked human.. and may have at least been half human, she wasn't fully. "So what do we do?"
Shaking his head, the older forensic scientist looked towards the younger man, "The carbon date on the mud finished yet?" he asked. Gavin moved off to check, leaving Herbert to come forward and stare at the corpse. From day one, this body had confused him. She was in such perfect condition, as if she'd just died, she wasn't on any records of missing people, she seemed to have died of a strange weapon, and she wasn't human. And she wasn't decomposing like she should have been once taken out of the environment that had preserved her.
Gavin returned moments later with another print out, "The mud around her decomposed at a steady rate," he stated upon reaching his superior, glancing up from the paper briefly, "Which adds another mystery.. because this says that she has been down there for two thousand years."
The two men's gazes met, lights coming into their eyes simultaneously. "We... found an ancient!" they breathed in unison.
**
Employed once more.. by a company.. for domination of the world.. what was it with companies and world domination? Sephiroth shoved his hair back from his face, though his bangs fell forward almost immediately afterwards. Katachi stood beside him in the elevator, anger practically radiating from him.
Jealous.. That was what the doctor was. If Seph weren't in a bad mood already he would have been amused. Something was bothering him though. They seemed to know something about him.. that he couldn't quite remember. But once more he was employed by Shinra- or what might as well be Shinra. Handing the world to them just as he'd done before.. he wondered if it would be as easy as it was the first time..
He'd have to have many more meetings with Lola to figure out what targets to go after first.. and he'd have to learn the current government system and whatnot. He'd hoped to be able to get familiar with things before being thrown into them fully.
Why did the thought bother him? Why did it matter to HIM who he got paid by? Why did it matter if he was killing people again, leading another war? There was simply.. something wrong with it all that he couldn't put his finger on. Perhaps it tied back into the things he couldn't remember, something to do with Nibelheim. It nagged at the back of his mind, but for the life of him, Sephiroth could not remember. Katachi was speaking, however, something about preparations to go to someplace or another. Sephiroth blocked him out, remaining silent as one hand lifted from his pocket, unfolding and placing the trendy sunglasses upon his nose. The thought that he probably looked like Katachi's bodyguard made his lips curl back slightly. Amazing how such simple things amused him, but.. well.. one had to admit, it was slightly funny.
The elevator stopped, the doors opened, and release from the horrible muzak was given. Sephiroth started forward, breezing past Katachi in two long strides. Katachi hurried to catch up, complaining about Sephiroth's lack of respect towards him now. After all, wasn't Katachi the one who'd brought him back from the dead?
These words too were ignored and Sephiroth neglected to return to Katachi's car, having had enough of the scientist. Besides, his legs worked just fine, and he could take care of himself.
**
He stared up in horror as the dark shapes loomed over him. The pain wouldn't stop! It wouldn't stop- they wouldn't stop! His face, and entire body had blood on it from the things they'd done to him, blood he'd either thrown up or had leaked from the various wounds they'd inflicted.
~We should release this one soon.~
~It will not last. It cannot carry our message.~
His eyes darted from one dark shape to the other, trying to find the source of the voices, his vision had faded though and it was impossible to see anything beyond vague shapes and colors.
~Perhaps we should shorten our message?~
The world spun as one of the creatures reached forward, grasping him and moving him from whatever cold object he'd been laying on. His head lolled back, eyes bulged from their sockets. Then, the world faded.