"Well, good morning, Sleepy Head,"/Welcome to Williamsburg
[ Sephiroth is used to examinations like these and in his half-slumbering state he doesn’t really hear the explanation or notice anything is amiss. He merely allows his limbs to be manipulated and whatever fluids to be drawn and taken.
It’s all so routine, normal, and…
Distant.
When was the last time–
Sephiroth’s eyes snap fully open. He takes in his sterile surroundings and then gazes down the length of his body at the nurse. ]
Where am I?
[ if she’s put off by the abruptness of his question or his timing or his tone or anything else, she doesn’t show it. Instead, the woman patiently repeats what she just said. ]
Where is she?
[ When the nurse asks who they launch into a fruitless, frustrating dialogue. Sephiroth eventually pulls the IV drip from his arm against the chorus of her protests and orders her to leave. He dresses and makes his way through the hospital, searching room by room for Aerith. There is a rising and almost unavoidable feeling that he needs to get outside, that maybe she’ll be there, but he keeps his cool.
At least until he finishes with the last room he can access. Sephiroth questions several staff members but none have any answers for him and instead urge him to get back to his real life…whatever that is supposed to mean.
He eventually does, and stumbles out into the sunlight in this very different place.
Sephiroth doesn’t hesitate outside the hospital for long, but rather seeks out the most public places he can find, hoping for a glimpse of a familiar smile and radiant green eyes to match…
After some time of fruitless searching he stops in his tracks and simply waits, very still, for the next passerby to come to him. ]
Have you seen Aerith?
[ Does it make much sense? Probably not, but it’s the level of politeness Sephiroth has managed at this very time. ]
The Nowhere Inn
[ It’s later and Sephiroth is…slightly calmer. He’s found a place to sit down at the bar and is cradling a Lemongrass Twilight. His back is to the wall though and he isn’t speaking to anyone, just scanning new faces as they come in. Occasionally, he takes a sip of the drink.
That’s when you happen to lock eyes. ]
What do you want?
[ It’s said slowly, as if he’s just remembered something. And he has; it’s his manners. Those are good ones for Sephiroth. ]
Sephiroth l Final Fantasy VII
[ Sephiroth is used to examinations like these and in his half-slumbering state he doesn’t really hear the explanation or notice anything is amiss. He merely allows his limbs to be manipulated and whatever fluids to be drawn and taken.
It’s all so routine, normal, and…
Distant.
When was the last time–
Sephiroth’s eyes snap fully open. He takes in his sterile surroundings and then gazes down the length of his body at the nurse. ]
Where am I?
[ if she’s put off by the abruptness of his question or his timing or his tone or anything else, she doesn’t show it. Instead, the woman patiently repeats what she just said. ]
Where is she?
[ When the nurse asks who they launch into a fruitless, frustrating dialogue. Sephiroth eventually pulls the IV drip from his arm against the chorus of her protests and orders her to leave. He dresses and makes his way through the hospital, searching room by room for Aerith. There is a rising and almost unavoidable feeling that he needs to get outside, that maybe she’ll be there, but he keeps his cool.
At least until he finishes with the last room he can access. Sephiroth questions several staff members but none have any answers for him and instead urge him to get back to his real life…whatever that is supposed to mean.
He eventually does, and stumbles out into the sunlight in this very different place.
Sephiroth doesn’t hesitate outside the hospital for long, but rather seeks out the most public places he can find, hoping for a glimpse of a familiar smile and radiant green eyes to match…
After some time of fruitless searching he stops in his tracks and simply waits, very still, for the next passerby to come to him. ]
Have you seen Aerith?
[ Does it make much sense? Probably not, but it’s the level of politeness Sephiroth has managed at this very time. ]
The Nowhere Inn
[ It’s later and Sephiroth is…slightly calmer. He’s found a place to sit down at the bar and is cradling a Lemongrass Twilight. His back is to the wall though and he isn’t speaking to anyone, just scanning new faces as they come in. Occasionally, he takes a sip of the drink.
That’s when you happen to lock eyes. ]
What do you want?
[ It’s said slowly, as if he’s just remembered something. And he has; it’s his manners. Those are good ones for Sephiroth. ]