#calamitysshatteredson

He'd honestly expected better from Shinra's supposed elite; even if they'd used inferior human genes as a base, Rem's DNA should have helped shore up any defects, and yet.

Apparently he hadn't accounted for mental defects in that assessment, and they probably hadn't either. Nai wrinkled his nose with a sigh, peering around the mansion's grungy basement with distaste. "Also if you're going to read a bunch of bullshit fiction by that quack of a scientist, you could at least do it outside where it's clean."

A pause, before he squinted at him thoughtfully. "I don't know why she woke up for you, of all people."

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Well, that was... weird.

Zack's squint held multitudes of judgement, but mostly confusion. It was like he was looking at what was supposed to be a well-worn novel he'd read a thousand times, but instead opened it to be a theoretical, dry textbook. This man certainly (mostly) looked like Sephiroth. Admittedly, there were little things wrong. He sounded like Sephiroth, but it was like he was looking at Seph but a little to the left.

If he was more of a stranger to the man, perhaps he wouldn't have noticed. But he was a friend - a comrade, an enemy at times - and he noticed things. He cared.

Which meant this was a Sort Of Sephiroth that he wasn't sure how to deal with.

He circled Not Sephiroth a couple times, less a shark and more a very enthused yet bewildered dog. Again and again he found small things that made the picture awkward in its frame but every time he found one wrong thing, another right thing took its place. Though, to be fair, he himself probably came off to those he knew as Not Zack. So, really, who was he to judge.

"Okay!" He rested his hands on his hips after too long being quiet and nodded sharply. "Tell me if I'm wrong, but you've lost your memory, right? Which means I am being very weird to you right now."

OOH OOH I DREW THIS ONCE HERE YOU GO

"Indeed!" Is the short reply of it, but of course he will not leave the other wanting for a broader reply. "There are so many things I've only truly known from monitors and books... I want to see things for myself." The older one had the right of it, Chadley had a burning desire to explore the world surrounding him. For that, he wanted new, better clothing and, probably, a bigger backpack.

"Are you sure? I think you are the best one suited for this!" Chadley replies, confidence oozing from the tone of his voice, one slightly higher than usual as his face tilts over, wide-eyed. There is excitement, a quiet joy written across his expression as he awaits for Sephiroth to find an ensemble for him.

It doesn't take long for the man to turn the tablet over to him and, what comes out of Chadley is a gasp of awe. He raises his hands high up to the sky and then turns over, nodding. "That is exactly what I desired! Something practical but pretty, it is simply perfect!" He has to stop himself from simply running over to the man for an embrace. Instead, his hands go to his own chest, a small squeal escaping him.

It was such a high emotional response, he had to close his eyes shut for a bit before returning to normalcy, raising his head towards Sephiroth. He clears his throat, hoping the previous display wasn't too unbecoming of him. "Can we afford it? Is it not troublesome for you?"

Technically, Tifa was but Denzel had to be 'the man of the house' while Cloud was away so the boy needed to step up his game. "What do you want?" Cloud probably would've been proud of him too for holding his own. "Just tell me and maybe I'll tell him when he gets back if I feel like it... "

Skylar's eyes narrowed at Sephiroth's comment. Better not encountered, huh? No kidding. As if she was able to help who she encountered, who she was deceived by in order to be taken away.

What she saw behind the walls of that facility was horror beyond comprehension. Piercing metal, twisted bone, screams morphing to roars. Her words were quiet, but steady and knowing.

It was a memory, wasn't it? A memory of a sort. Something he'd shed as useless, long ago. A-- Person? Purple. And gold. And-- Bitter.

He wasn't sure he remembered, really. Maybe it was left behind or locked away for a reason, but in any case. He would not question the desire to keep the color close overly much.

[A little story because I couldn't help but notice that Dissidia Seph always has a little purple on him.]

Like a butterfly, Sephiroth used what he had left of his past to create himself anew. A new beginning, a new mind in a new body. If only. His past haunted him in the worst way possible. Oh how he wished it was anger, nightmares, betrayal and loneliness he left behind. It would have been so easy.

Was trying to remember even worth the pain? Curiosity was a blessing as much as it was a curse.

Purple and gold. Perfume that smelled like the ocean. Coffee with milk. Fingertips against his hair. Silken cravat. Tuxedo gloves. It was his home - not a place, but a person. A person who found him, took time to know him, tamed him so slowly and carefully, showed him love and threw him away.

That what Purple and Gold was, etched in his body and his soul, a cruel and constant reminder.

Sephiroth once knew a man who had a choice.

But he didn’t have a chance to ask

why.

Welp. Pre - Lazard's - death Sephiroth was strictly grayscale while post - Lazard's - death Sephiroth truly embraced two more colours.