text; un: mrmurasaki

[depressionnap]

to whoever it is relevant to
sephiroth appears to be gone

let me know if you do see him

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[abandonware]

[A2 combs through the network on a regular basis, both for clues and out of genuine fascination with the lives of these people, simulation or not.

She remembers the name Sephiroth because it had been a lofty-sounding name. Like one of the machines. And so the boy's image asserts itself from her data a second later: he'd looked like an android. But the glow of his eyes had been eerie green, not white-silver.]

haven't seen anyone.
last location?

[depressionnap]

we last met at his apartment
that was awhile ago.

do you require a physical description?

[abandonware]

no. i've got the data. he stands out.
i'll search.

[depressionnap]

he does
he is unique.

thank you.

[abandonware]

yeah. no problem.
i'll keep you updated.

[depressionnap]

do you require anything in return?

[abandonware]

no.
it's not anything I mind doing.

[depressionnap]

all right then

voice; un:curtaincall

[endcaller]

The sapling?

Returned to his own star in all likelihood.

Whether that is a blessing or a curse for the lad, I know not. Let us hope the former, eh?

text;

[depressionnap]

difficult to say for him indeed.

i can only wonder if it was enough

[endcaller]

Oh dear me!

Such ominous words!

Was he in some manner of trouble?

[depressionnap]

[ugh fuck.]

there is a lot of pressure and duty on his shoulders.

[endcaller]

Bah, I wouldn't worry. He seemed a sturdy boy. Almost frighteningly so.

I am certain he will stand strong beneath the weight of his duty.

[A beat.]

Or snap and destroy the world. Either or!

[depressionnap]

tomfoolery coming out of your mouth as ever

[endcaller]

Well, yes but tomfoolery based upon observation!

Not of the sapling, admittedly, but you know how "duty" is, hmm?

[His voice lifts into a nasal tone as he does a cartoonish impression of Emet-Selch.]

"Go here, station yourself there, fight this person, protect that person, we shan't tell you why but trust us when we say a glorious paradise shall await you if you do!"

Who wouldn't snap under all that nonsense?

Goodness knows I did!

[depressionnap]

pitiful for you then

un: durante

[followyourstar]

You doing okay?

[depressionnap]

no.

[followyourstar]

Right... Probably not a great question on my part.

But I'm here if you want to talk. Or play a game or two of Queen's Blade.

[depressionnap]

i understand the intent.

im not good at talking. but i can try.

[followyourstar]

Then I'll be at the house. My day's free for once, so any time is fine.

[That's not entirely true, but they'll make time.]

[depressionnap]

give me an hour

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[followyourstar]

[Dante tries to read while they wait for Vincent to arrive, but as the minutes pass, it becomes painfully clear that it's not going to happen. They're stuck on what to say to the man, if there's anything that they can say at all.

He's willing to talk, however, and this time not under the effects of whatever manipulations this place has come up with. That has to be something.]

shows up late with a starbucks

[depressionnap]

[There is the temptation to just condemn himself to his empty coffin, but he's fighting the urge even as exhaustion sinks into his body.

Even if he yearns to sink into slumber and leave the lid closed.

Vincent eventually arrives, giving a single knock to warn Dante of his arrival before trying for the knob.]

[followyourstar]

[It's unlocked, and Dante calls out as such as they shut their book and set it to the side.]

< I don't really keep food here-- > [They warn when he finally enters] < --but if you can find something else to make yourself at home, feel free to take what you need. >

[depressionnap]

No thank you.

[Vincent understands that it is a well meaning gesture, but he himself isn't really in the mood for anything. It's a struggle to even force himself to be here, but he is genuinely trying.]

...I don't really know where to start.

[followyourstar]

< Why not the first thing that comes to mind? Even if it's just a complaint about how the day itself is going. >

[It's easy to slip into their role from back home as if they never left. A fleeting feeling of nostalgia (if such a thing is even possible after so short of time) lingers just long enough to drift away as they settle in for their first consultation in months.]

TXT; un: QUEENOFZAUN

[opheliac]

sorry, never met him. what does he look like?

[depressionnap]

silver hair. almost to his shoulders.
green eyes, looks like cat eyes
about your height.

[opheliac]

yep, never seen him a day in my life. but i'll keep my peepers peeping.

[depressionnap]

thank you jinx