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Discussion in 'Pandopolis City' started by Sephiroth, Sep 24, 2019.

  1. Sephiroth

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    OCTOBER 2ND | @Prompto Argentum

    Cloud.

    The boy who had managed to weaken him and destroy the chance he had to finally meet his mother with the broad blade he jabbed into his back, cutting through his armor and flesh, digging in excruciatingly deep. Even after the girl treated the massive wound with utter mediocracy, pain continuously seared through his back and side, yet he still gritted his teeth and stood, Masamune tightly gripped in his hand as he trudged through unfamiliar streets and his emerald eyed glare (along with a seven foot sword) caused crowds to swiftly part.

    He knew with confidence that he was was no longer in Midgar nor anywhere else Gaia, as "Pandora" didn't even match the name of some inconsequential village. It seemingly was an entirely new world, and one without Shinrna, without the ashes of Nibelheim, with his name and face completely unknown - save for a single woman whose bar he had somehow entered this planet through.

    Yet if someone from Midgar was here, Cloud could be as well, and no matter how long he had to search, Sephiroth would find him. He would make him suffer a dozen times for the suffering he caused him in tearing him a world apart from his mother, leaving him bleeding out on a cold floor.

    However, in the present moment, he was starving, so food took a priority over tracking someone who he had yet to pinpoint the location of - or even determine the existence of on the present planet. Sephiroth certainly didn't have money, merely some Materia, his blade, and the ripped clothes coated in blood and bandages barely holding his wound together he wore, but he didn't need money when he had a blade to hold to someone's throat until he managed to obtain some food.

    The smell of something delicious inside a building with golden lettering spelling Little Nero's caused him to push open the door without a second thought, gaze immediately shifting around the restaurant as he sought to locate the quickest supply of food before moving further inside.

     
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    So...he totally quit his job. That happened. A job that he sort of had been dreaming of for like...well, a good portion of his life. Money paid for his photography, and later his words. People actually caring about the random shiz that would pour out of his mouth. It was fuckin' awesome, dude. Like. The Dream. Yet he totes mcgoates with a coats...quit. Went in there and gave his final notice.

    Why?

    Cuz he had stopped taking pictures out of work. Cuz his headspace had been kinda like a slip and slide since...damn when was it? May? That despite sort-of-kind-of getting up again after that whole breakup with the person he's been in love with forever bullshit, he just felt…

    Well, like shit.

    So Prompto quit his sweet-ass job at the Pandora times, and that night posted something called the Pandora Turnip as just a way to vent his ten-bazaillion anxieties that came from it. For...whatever reason people seemed to actually dig on it. Wasn't like likes would pay the bills, though, so he had managed to secure himself a job as a mailman. Why? Because it was different, and change sounded freakin' awesome a-t-m.

    And...so far so good. He liked being outside - sorta reminded him of the good ol' days of the roadtrip. Yanno - when things weren't a screaming shitshow of death, destruction, and the sun going poof. Nah, he meant the fun parts. When stuff was early. When they really were just trying to get Noct across the water to get hitched. And honestly? Even after that for a bit. Yeah, shit got kinda real on occasion. People...died. But they still managed to try to have fun.

    So...maybe this would be a good thing.
    Maybe.
    Probably not, but too late now.

    After finishing a round of mail yoting, Prompto wandered yonder to find something to fill that pit in his tummy. He tried to eat healthier, and normally did. Last thing he wanted was to become Round Prompto again. But today? Today he was gonna splurge and eat something that would probably shorten his lifespan slightly.

    Glancing down at his phone, he walked into Little Nero's - super not paying attention to where he was going. And...bumped into someone. He yelped, as a big strong man in his almost-mid-twenties would, before seeing…

    Oh. Em. Gee.

    "Aranea?" his eyes widening, before a freakin' giggle slipped out of his lips - pulling the back of the person in question into a hug.

    Aranea would not be thrilled at all by any part of this - but he didn't care at all. Life in Pandora had been a crazy shit-show of pretty much everything weird and awesome and…

    He just really needed a hug, t-b-h.
     
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    Every limb in his body tightened at the sensation of someone bumping into him, emitting a high pitched yelp and giggle, then wrapping their arms around his back to hug him.

    Admittedly, it was an odd feeling.

    The last time he had received a hug had been well over a year ago, and he could have counted the number of times he had received such a gesture on his finger. Typically, Sephiroth found the idea of a "hug" odd considering how… intimate one had to be with someone else to receive one, and it was sensible for a gesture of such closeness to be reserved for only those he was close with. Even then, it was extremely rare, and any he had been close with had betrayed him, causing hugs to become obsolete in his life.

    Yet judging from the unfamiliar grasp and unfamiliar populace of this world, this hug wasn't from anyone he had met before.

    After a half second of shock, he swiftly turned to harshly shove whoever had been momentarily clinging to his back aside, quickly calculating the possibilities of whoever this stranger was.

    The flash of hair and blue of his eyes told him enough.

    It was him. The boy. Cloud. He had to be.

    As his gaze took him in for another slight moment, he could detect that he appeared significantly older, with only slightly less spiky golden hair that still stood up like hair shouldn't, blue eyes, and he remained as short as he was upon their last encounter.

    "Don't touch me," he growled, an anger he had repressed rising and the usual coolness of his disposition melting at the sight. His arm moved in time with his words as he swiftly extended his sword toward who he believed to be his recently formed rival's chest, ignoring the glass it had shattered on its way and the stares of customers at the outburst.

    Yet as Sephiroth stared at him for another moment, noticed the difference in the shape of his face, how his hair looked slightly off color, and recalled the sound of his voice, giggle, and willingness to hug him, it became apparent this was not the boy that had stabbed him in the back - not even from the future. This was someone he had never once seen, met, or spoken with that just happened to hug him. Perhaps he had mistaken him to be someone else, just as he had only a moment ago.

    "You're not him," he muttered, voice cooling and allowing Masamune to vanish as he stepped closer to the increasingly unfamiliar face. "Who are you?"

     
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    Not Aranea.
    Not Aranea.

    Prompto found himself staring down some dude who was totes not at all who he thought it was. Really-really fucking stupid to just assume that anyone with long gray hair was his snow-bff. Eyes wide as he - for once in his life - had genuinely no response. Prompto had made a lot of bad and questionable choices in his life, and this was def near the top. Cheeks puffing out, as he held up his hands in a please don't hurt me gesture.

    Then there was a sword pointed at his chest.

    Okay, so that was a tiny bit of an over-reaction. Like...c'mon dude. You got a hug. It wasn't like Prompto slashed his tires, cuz he thought he was something else. Everyone - generally - needed a hug. There was only a very brief window in Prompto's life where that was not the case.

    "H-hey, dude, let's just---"

    What had gone from Prompto being stoked about seeing a friend, now involved the entire restaurant. Glass broken when the sword was yote out to threaten Prompto.

    So today was going good, overall.
    Better than usual, honestly.

    "I'm not who?" his brows pinched together, as the word what repeated over and over again in the back of his mind with increasing intensity, "I'm...me! I'm Prompto. Sorry, dude. I thought you were someone else. You have hair like a friend of mine and I thought you were--" don't say her, don't say her, "Them."

    Telling a dude with a giant fucking sword that he looked like a girl from behind was not exactly how Prompto wanted to die.

    At least the sword was gone now. Some very petty part of Prompto tempted to pull a gun, but that would accomplish nothing outside of shit inside the metaphorical pillowcase of his day even more.

    "You...good though, dude? Generally pulling a sword on someone from a surprise hug is a teeny bit of an over-reaction. I mean...like been there. But also not wanting to be touched is generally a sign of some fucked up shit goin' on," he needed to stop talking, "...Can I buy you pizza to make up for a hug? Or something? Please don't kill me."
     
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    Sephiroth didn't want to answer the blonde's question of who he thought he was, the very idea of the boy who had nearly killed him causing the pain he still felt because of the sword Cloud had driven into his back to feel amplified at the thought, so he simply continued to stare intensely at the man, grimacing as he gripped his barely bandaged wound.

    Prompto. It was an odd name, but certainly not the one belonging to the person one he most wanted to see suffer, and his explanation was surprisingly similar to what went through his head when first seeing him - not that he was going to tell him that. He didn't deserve to know, nor did he need to know.

    Prompto's rambling was met with continued narrowing eyes, yet he lacked the energy to even stop him with how quickly and... oddly he talked. His speech was so casual compared to anything he had heard in a long time.

    As the man said amongst many other useless phrases, there was some "fucked up shit going on" in his own life, but none of that was for the stranger to know. Sephiroth's life hadn't been normal since the beginning, since he was viewed as more of an experiment than a living being, and...

    It didn't matter. Of course, it did matter, and he wanted everyone to suffer for his own suffering, but in the present moment, he just really needed food.

    "I'm fine," he replied as smoothly as he could amongst the pain. He still hurt and couldn't stand at his full height without feeling like his breathing was restricted, parts of his clothes were still caked in dried blood, and his heartbeat still felt quickened with his increasingly racing thoughts, but he was fine.

    Pizza. The food he had traveled here for that he craved to feel the overwhelming emptiness inside his stomach, and the man offering it was the first good thing to come from his mouth after his pointless rambling.

    "As long as I can eat within the next five minutes, I see no reason to kill you," he agreed dryly. He hadn't intended to wait for a pizza or order or do anything besides take the first one he found, but if someone else was paying, then he supposed there was no harm in taking advantage of his generosity.

    For a moment, he stood frozen, unsure of what to do now that he had agreed to permitting the man to buy him pizza, but after a moment of glancing around the room, he met the gaze of a wide eyed hostess and approached her as quickly as he could given his current state.

    "We need food."

    With a nod, the hostess led them to a booth in the corner and set two menus in front of them, then left him alone with the man before he could demand a pizza.

    After another few seconds of looking at his new surroundings, he sat, impatiently attempting to meet the gaze of a waiter as his hunger seemed to grow by the moment. Honestly, it felt... odd to be sitting at a restaurant with a near stranger across from him, but at this point, any awkwardness didn't matter - he just needed to eat.

     
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    I'm fine, said liar-mc-liar pants.

    But who was he to argue with a guy with a sword that probably weighed more than he did? Instead he just nodded a bit too much, and shoved his hands in his pockets - chewing on his bottom lip a tiny bit.

    At homeboy deciding Prompto could be not-killed if they had food within the next five minutes, he laughed nervously, "Haha...cool-cool-cool. Not dying would be freakin' sweet. Thank you for not murdering me, random dude."

    There was still a pretty high percentage chance that Prompto would be murdered in this pizza joint. Which was not ideal, but hopefully this place had already ready pizza for them to eat, so Prompto wouldn't be sliced up while the food was in the oven.

    For a moment, his new bff stood perfectly still. Prompto would have volunteered to get them a table or talk to someone for the guy, but considering he was basically alive on borrowed time a-t-m, he was just gonna let this dude drive the flow of their weird date for now.

    Homeboy approached the hostess like a vampire ready to strike - Prompto following him, since he was starting to feel weirdly responsible for this dude's actions, for whatever reason. As he demanded food, Prompto mouthed sorry to the lady, before she guided them over to a table and yote some menus at them.

    And somehow the afternoon had shifted from almost-dying to weirdly-domestic. Prompto tried to not think about it, as he browsed the menu - glancing up at Mysterious-Murder-Stranger, who was making eyes at a waiter. Who...was totally not paying attention.

    "You...ready to order, dude?" he asked, raising a brow - already defaulting to just something basic, since the stress was sorta upsetting his tummy. Entire thing was just getting weirder by the second. Somehow he was falling into the social-buffer between this dude and everyone else.

    How, exactly, this kept happening...he had no freakin' clue.

    "Uh...excuse me? We're ready to order. Sorry to bother you - but we're kinda in a rush," meaning there was a countdown to his death, but n-b-d.

    Waiter-man came over, apologizing that he hadn't noticed them sooner. Honestly Prompto felt bad for even saying anything, but they had five minutes. Well, probably four at this point. Three, maybe? Oh dude, he was so dead.

    "I'll take two slices of pepperoni please," he ordered, before making a hand motion at whoever the hell this guy was.
     
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    Sephiroth hadn't eaten pizza since, well, ever. The meals Shinra had provided were incredibly basic (albeit high in caloric value), fairly tasteless - even for someone of his rank. Each meal had been regulated for the sake of experimentation since he could first recall, just to see how different foods would impact his capabilities. He had eaten packets purely of sugar so that researchers could observe the benefits and drawbacks, consumed odd variations of food on the hour for days, and been starved simply to see how long he could go without sustenance without being impacted.

    Needless to say, pizza had never been a part of his diet, although with how good it smelled, he wished it had been.

    He offered only a curt nod and slightly widening eyes in response to being asked if he was ready to order, as if he hadn't made it clear by his earlier comment, yet luckily, the waiter finally approached them to take their order at the words of the man opposite him.

    Despite not knowing what pepperoni was, he decided to place his blind faith in the stranger while ordering, not caring so much about specific taste - he simply needed his hunger diminished as quickly as possible.

    "Two pepperoni pizzas," he ordered upon Prompto finishing speaking. He didn't want a portion of one - or even one whole pizza - as after hardly eating for a week, he was beyond hungry. The waiter looked at him skeptically for a moment, but after the earlier disruption he caused, he was quick to turn away with their order in hand.

    Again, he was faced with only Prompto and his oddly… fluffy blonde hair (that wasn't as spiky as Cloud's, he reminded himself), blue eyes, abundance of freckles dotting his face. He wasn't Cloud. He wasn't the boy who stabbed him in the back with the intent to end his life, as aside from his coloring, he was different - and obviously older.

    Yet still, staring at him and again being reminded of the pain surging through his chest as he slightly shifted in his seat caused his lips to press into a small frown. Sephiroth knew he was staring, and he didn't bother averting his gaze, either. After all, Prompto had hugged him, so there was no reason why he shouldn't stare.

    Eventually, in the absence of both sound and food, he decided to speak.

    "Who are you?" He bluntly inquired, unnaturally bright eyes narrowing. He knew he was Prompto, yet a name offered very little information compared to what the man valued, what he spent his time doing in this world. "Who did you think I was?" Someone with long, silver hair, undoubtedly, which was a trait Sephiroth thought only he possessed, but clearly not in this realm, and whoever they were, the man before him clearly knew them well enough to be willing to hug him.

     
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    Two...whole pizzas. Prompto wasn't about to question the dude with a giant sword about his life choices; so he'd just...get those two whole pizzas. Maybe he didn't know pizza and meant slices, and just would be in for a surprise. But hey - too much food was better than two little. They could probably hook him up with a box, and he'd have pizza for later.

    With their order placed, Prompto tried to not look at the clock. Was homeboy actually counting to five minutes? Cuz he was pretty sure they were almost there at this point. And they prob didn't have two whole pepperoni pizzas just on hand. That shit would have to be baked.

    Goodbye cruel world.

    But instead of murdering, the guy was just...staring at him. Very...very, very intentently. He would have been almost flattered, if he didn't want to crawl out of his skin and slide out the window at that exact moment.

    "Prompto," he repeated, "Literally just some guy. Not really sure what info you're lookin' for here, dude. Uhhh...I'm twenty-four, am handy with guns, like photography, my best friend is a King back home. I am annoying and hate sleeves, never really stop talking, and love chocobos."

    It felt like filling in the blanks on a dating site.

    What...even the hell was today?

    "And I thought you were a friend of mine. They're not actually in Pandora at the moment. Have long silver hair like yours - but hers is normally up in a complicated braid-ponytail-thing," he made hand motioned behind his head - way too aware of the fact he dropped that her in there. Whatever, he was prob dead anyway.

    "Her name's Aranea. She sorta got me out of a tiny bit of a bind back home. Meaning I'd deadass be dead without her," he shrugged, "So...sorry about huggin' ya again, dude. Just let the happy stupid take over and hugged a stranger. My bad."

    Since he was already gonna be sliced in half, might as well ask, "And...if you're asking about me - can I ask about you? Who are you anyway? You seemed to think I was someone else too, dude."
     
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    He sorted through the information as Prompto spoke, noting that Chocobo, at least, was a species of familiarity, and, somehow, this man was older than he was. Prompto claiming that he knew a king seemed absurd, as actual "kings" were only of stories, but, of course, this world apparently could somehow bring those from alternate worlds into this one, so he had no way to prove the man was wrong, nor any reason to suspect he was being untruthful.

    He continued to listened as Prompto answered his latter question, lips pressed into a frown not at the mention of "her" - if his name hadn't been known throughout all the planet, he likely would have been mistaken as female at first glance simply due to the length of his hair, and he didn't feel particularly offended at the idea of being mistaken as another gender, either - instead, his annoyance laid in not yet having food.

    The question being reciprocated wasn't surprising, as he supposed Prompto had the right to ask the same of him after offering information. While he could ignore him or lie, he saw no real reason to.

    "Sephiroth. I am twenty-two, I was a SOLDIER... My best friends betrayed me." He stated the facts dryly, trying to mirror the information Prompto offered, but the words seemed to fall flat upon leaving his mouth. He didn't know what to state for hobbies, and it didn't feel right to offer such personal information to a stranger - he had already given more to this… gun wielding photographer than most.

    Honestly, he just wanted to eat.

    His gaze darkened as he contemplated offering him further information about who he believed him to be, and after a moment, he decided to continue to speak. If anything, his words would fill the time while waiting.

    "I was chosen to rule the planet, yet he sought to take my life," Gaze sharply focused on Prompto, he still spoke smoothly, but bitterness openly filled his tone. "He has the chocobo hair and is as short as you." At first glance, it was incredibly easy to mistake him for the boy who tried to kill him.

    A few moments later, the waiter returned, sliding two pieces of pepperoni pizza towards the man opposite him, then, placing a single pizza in front of him with a hurried promise to bring him the new one as soon as it was out of the oven, and without any response, Sephiroth set to consuming it as quickly as possible. It was greasier than he expected, but regardless, it tasted spectacularly - where was this pizza his whole life?

    He ate, not saying a word as he quickly consumed one piece, then the next, then the next without much of a glance towards Prompto. He had arrived here with the sole intent of gaining food, and now that he had acquired it, there was no reason for idle conversation.

     
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    Oh Em Gee.

    He was older than this dude.

    Apparently he was a soldier - though he said it with enough emphasis, Prompto couldn't help but wonder if it meant something else. Like it was an acronym for like Stinky Otters Like Dancing If Elephants Roar. Or something like that. Somehow, they didn't seem quite like something Mr. Brooding was a part of. Last part made him frown though. Best friends betrayed him?

    "Dude, that genuinely sucks," probably the understatement of the century, "If it makes you feel any better, my best friend called me a worthless pain in the ass and shoved me off a moving train!" why would that help, "So...kinda have an idea how that feels."

    Sort of broke him, honestly. And...he never got an answer to what happened there. Couldn't exactly ask Noct, because it hadn't happened yet. And apparently he never told Gladio nor Iggy about what actually went down on that train. Still, nothing quite like having your bff holding his sword to your throat and calling you the worst. Or knocking your gun out of your hand when you finally cornered Ardyn, and shoving you off the train.

    Ha...hahaha.

    Enter: Seph back story. Apparently a dude that had hair kinda like him - oh shit Seph knew what chocobos were - ruined his life. Sounded...almost like not-Prompto was the Ardyn of Seph's story. Noct was chosen to basically save the day and push back the darkness, but Bad Touch Uncle said no.

    Also kinda funny that someone as serious as this guy was comparing his hair to a chocobo.

    "Bruh," he grimaced, "Sorry I look like that asshole. Promise I won't stop you from ruling anything. Just hook you up with pizza and listen to you vent," he shrugged - still feeling bad.

    Then the pizza showed up.
    And he was still alive.

    A Christmas miracle.

    Before Prompto could even take one bite of his slice, Seph was going to town on his. And...probably rude to stare, but he couldn't help it. The guy was just slorping it down.

    "Hungry there, broski?" a slight smile on his lips, as he finally took a bite - pulling out a few napkins from the holder on the table, and gently putting them next to Seph's eating-fest, before grabbing one for himself, "Pretty good, right? Think this is my fav pizza place in Pandora, honestly. Have you had pizza before?"
     
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    Prompto's friends sounded similarly atrocious, only further proving friendship was universally worthless. There was more pain to come from trusting others than benefits, and while he contemplated further remarking on the uselessness of caring for others, he saw no reason for unnecessary chatter. If Prompto was wise, he would realize the detriments to calling anyone a friend far outweighed whatever benefits there were, with the only price to pay occasional loneliness.

    Speaking of friends, the way Prompto spoke vaguely reminded him of Zack - another who had betrayed him despite him once regarding him as a friend. He hated the familiarity he could find in anything and everything here when he wanted so badly to simply ignore, if they weren't here to gain the fate they deserved by his hand.

    The man's offer to simply pay for his pizza and allow him to vent was surprisingly... nice, as no one had offered such a thing for him in the past, but it was the least he deserved after being hugged. He considered venting more, however, before he could think to offer more information for Prompto to listen to, the pizza arrived.

    The man's question of if he was hungry, broski (whatever that meant) was met only with a deadpan stare - of course he was hungry, which should have been clear given the speed at which he was eating.

    "It's adequate." The pizza was more than adequate - it was good. Really good, and he felt more bitterness rise against Shinra for keeping him from this glorious food for so long. "No," he replied curtly, lifting a napkin to the corner of his lips to wipe a small spot of grease then crumpling it to fall back onto the table. "I was fortunate when I didn't find any taste in the provided food." The only "good" food he had tasted had been either stolen or cleaning supplies.

    He continued to eat, not minding Prompto's stare if it remained, as he doubted he would be seeing the man again, and if he truly wished to judge him for his rapid consumption of food, then that was his fault. Eventually, and far more quickly than what most would consider "healthy", Sephiroth finished the entire pizza, and while he felt considerably less hungry, he still required more to feel satisfied given the ridiculous caloric values he needed daily.

    He idly turned his gaze around the restaurant, searching for what might be the waiter with his second pizza he ordered but not seeing him, then again staring at Prompto.

    "Is everyone in this world this incompetent?" he remarked, partially to himself, partially to Prompto. Although Sephiroth typically had considerable patience, awaiting food after nearly starving for a week was a far different matter.

     
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