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i love books
who: verstael besithia and YOU
where: nibelheim
what: the whispers are making a course correction
warnings: clone meat and mad scientists
[ the lights of the mansion are on.
the people of nibelheim haven't been told the hows and whys of it. most assume they're not high enough up the ladder to get to, they just turn away. mind their business. pretend that they don't see a shadow in the windows and continue on.
its for the best.
they probably wouldn't have been able to get in anyway. the doors have been locked tightly shut - nobody can get in, and the manor's new occupant hasn't been able to get them open, either. though he'd lost interest in trying within hours, consumed by the secrets held within these tomes. when the doors finally open he has no interest in passing through them, too busy pouring over research papers examining every inch of the equipment within this room.
word gets to midgar eventually. rumors of a ghost passing between employees, some nugget of it to the rest of the world. there's a ghost within those walls.
and that ghost has seen better days. he hasn't left this place in close to a week, he's tired and disheveled, but his eyes are bright. verstael besithia could have been a shinra. he has the look, the wit, the cunning and drive to leave all morality behind in pursuit of his goals. he barely looks up when someone finally comes looking, merely licking his finger and turning the page of his book. ]
Tell me, where is this place?
where: nibelheim
what: the whispers are making a course correction
warnings: clone meat and mad scientists
[ the lights of the mansion are on.
the people of nibelheim haven't been told the hows and whys of it. most assume they're not high enough up the ladder to get to, they just turn away. mind their business. pretend that they don't see a shadow in the windows and continue on.
its for the best.
they probably wouldn't have been able to get in anyway. the doors have been locked tightly shut - nobody can get in, and the manor's new occupant hasn't been able to get them open, either. though he'd lost interest in trying within hours, consumed by the secrets held within these tomes. when the doors finally open he has no interest in passing through them, too busy pouring over research papers examining every inch of the equipment within this room.
word gets to midgar eventually. rumors of a ghost passing between employees, some nugget of it to the rest of the world. there's a ghost within those walls.
and that ghost has seen better days. he hasn't left this place in close to a week, he's tired and disheveled, but his eyes are bright. verstael besithia could have been a shinra. he has the look, the wit, the cunning and drive to leave all morality behind in pursuit of his goals. he barely looks up when someone finally comes looking, merely licking his finger and turning the page of his book. ]
Tell me, where is this place?
did someone say books?
He sees the shadow of a figure moving about inside. When Genesis reaches out to open the front door it unlocks before he can make contact and slowly creaks open as if the house itself is inviting him inside. A few steps later it slams and locks right behind him. Interesting.
His mind returns to the figure he'd observed from outside. Maybe this is their doing? He looks around, wandering until he hears footsteps, and follows them up a luxurious staircase and into a room filled with books, and a man. Not Sephiroth, not even a SOLDIER, just a man. To add fuel to the fire he's a civilian man who seems to know even less than he does.]
It's called Nibelheim. You don't live here, do you?
SLIDES BACK IN HERE 20 DAYS LATE WITH STARBUCKS
[ there's no malice as he says it, flipping the page and narrowing his bright blue eyes at the page. His head tilts faintly to the side, studying the diagram before him. ]
Do you?
ay baybay
[Which should have also been apparent from the way he inspects his surroundings like he's uncomfortable in this place despite not seeing anything particularly out of the ordinary.]
I'm looking for a friend. Sephiroth.
[He steps closer to the shorter man, peeking over his shoulder to see what it is he's looking at, frowning at all the scientific jargon, but trying to pick up on it anyway.]
Who are you?