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:D BACK! also, have some Restore.
- Back from vacation! i'm still alive! i'm alone at home! oh god please, parents, don't come back early like you did last year. After a week sharing one house with two sets of uncles&aunts + the grandma, and sharing my bedroom with a boycousin who has severe allergies to dust and spent ALL NIGHT coughing and spitting, I just might bite.
Oh, my home. My lovely, empty home. T^T *twirls like a ballerina*
- aaaaaaaa turning 29 soon oh god only one year before the big 30, i can't be 30, i'm 22 at most, honest. D: where did the years go?
- aaaaaaaaaaaaaa losing my LJ icon extension pack soon oh god no, not my icons. Where did my icons go?
/subtle asuka is subtle. come on guys, i'll draw you a chibi or something? >.> *beg beg*
-I wrote! ... but, well, yes, some tripletsverse but nothing got completed so I can't post it. I am a sad Asuka. But I did write Teamwork and Restore things. :D Posting the first scene of the Restore thing because all of the rest needs SEVERE EDITING, but it's here, it exists! Woohoo.
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FF7 : Restore - chapter 7 scene 1
He was in Wutai again. Impenetrable green tangles all around, knee-deep in bodies. His men. Wutaian men. Warriors, all dead. Camp whores with ink-black hair (often also warriors, just more sneakily so.) He kept patiently turning the corpses over, looking for his mother. None of them had any face left.
He wasn't sure how he would recognize her even if they did.
He turned over corpses. This one was Sergeant Darger and that one Third Class Ulweiss. That one was the canteen lady. This one a Wutaian ninja.
And that one was a Wutaian archer, but contrary to all rules and expectations of a hundred and hundred of jungle battlefields he was still alive, and even attempting to sit up. Sephiroth paused to consider him properly. Huh.
A swing with the flat of his blade knocked him out for good. Or broke his skull, either or. Buster swords weren't exactly known for precision and while Sephiroth could fake competency, he had never bothered trying for complete mastery. The skill-set ran opposite of the one the Masamune demanded just often enough to foul his reflexes.
Another archer. A fire-colored beast leaping, fitting no monster classification for this continent he had ever read. The forest down below, beyond the wall under their feet, they weren't on the ground anymore, they were high up...
The city behind him (them), the pagodas and the screaming crowd and the fire.
But he'd been at Yunnan (or maybe Kunming or Shilin), not inside any city walls, much less the capital. The capital came later, after he'd lost all the troopers he'd been given to watch over, when he started losing his own SOLDIERs. His Firsts.
Later they would send in fresh replacements, green almost to uselessness and a few bright ones, to keep (some he would lose anyway) but they wouldn't be enough to pile up so high. It didn't fit. Irritating.
The dragon rising out of the wave didn't fit either, but it was magnificent.
... Alright, that was more than enough of that. He turned away, pulled free. The archers were out of place and he had dead bodies to check. He was looking for Mother.
He didn't know what he'd do once he found her, but that didn't mean he could just stop looking.
His new second in command would be fine. He had proven himself (would prove himself) reliable. Even though Sephiroth didn't want to know what convoluted reason the man had found to bleach his hair bright blond.
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"-- hasn't really woken up yet... It's nothing -- ahh, okay, okay. It's--"
"He'll have to go to the bathroom soonish."
A sigh; a low, tired laugh. "Yeah, what she said. Not trying to badger you into changing your mind. You asked, is all. I'll just put adult diapers on the shopping list. Problem solved."
The female voice was nearby, perhaps looking at him. The male voice was familiar but didn't sound that close, and its owner was likely standing. Sephiroth kept his eyes closed. The male voice...
One of his SOLDIERs. The newest batch.
A third, faraway voice. Phone call.
One of his too, that third person. Only...
Different.
"Anyway, don't worry about us, the situation here will keep. You just think about Tifa."
"That's what I was calling about," the faraway voice said. "Poison's slow-acting, but it's resilient to materia healing. We were -- hell nevermind, it's a mess. Aeris , can you help?"
Cloth rustled at his side.
"I'm not sure," said the woman, and then he remembered her. She was an Ancient (he was not) and his second in command had a bond with her that divided his loyalties, except they said they wanted the same things anyway.
She was also puzzlingly light-hearted, but not today apparently.
"If it resists magic, I don't know. I've never even heard of things like that. I'm afraid the way my Limits work might count."
"Actually," said Zack -- his name was just back in Sephiroth's mind all of a sudden, his name and his smiles when he rushed into battle -- "I think I was hit by that thing -- a lot of us were. But all I remember about the field treatment is that it hurt like a bitch."
"Fuck." A long, frustrated sigh rang through the phone. "...But it worked?"
"I'm here," Zack said simply.
More silence.
"The traditional healers are just giving basic advice and a handful of plants. Keep her asleep and hydrated, it'll pass. " Bitter. "Thanks for nothing."
"Wait. It'll pass?"
"Yeah. The nerve damage won't."
"Fuck."
"Yeah. You really don't remember?" A rhetorical question, all three seemed to know it. "Guess there's no choice then. Could you...?"
"Yeah," said Zack, commiserating. "I'll--"
"I'm awake," said Sephiroth before he could come and check.
The next silence was deeply dismayed.
He opened his eyes on a wooden ceiling and (the Ancient's) Miss Gainsborough's startled face. He had a moment of satisfaction over it -- but getting one past her wasn't as satisfying when she was distracted by worry. The very fact that such a thing would distract her cheapened the challenge itself, trivialized it.
Zack stood farther in the room, only visible once he sat up. Sephiroth held out his hand for the phone, received it after a second's pause, without a comment. It was small and sleek, the volume turned up so Miss Gainsborough could hear it.
"Strife," he said, and tried not to think about that time floating at the edge of waking when he had not known him.
"...You."
'My apologies for waking out of turn', he almost purred, knowing exactly how on edge Strife would be. Almost, because with Fair in front of him the memory of his Firsts lost in fever and pain came up easily.
"The goal was for us to kill our own men trying to fix them," he said instead, dismissing the impulse to be spiteful. The bare truth would do damage enough. "The poison was especially tailored to worsen with each materia use. How many times did you try?"
A short pause, during which he had the strange idea that Strife might be licking dry lips.
"Only once. ...She screamed."
Sephiroth arched an eyebrow. "That's lucky." He'd known commanders who'd been unwilling to admit it wouldn't work until their men's legs were dead for good, even until their lungs shut down. He'd been that commander, just once, because they couldn'd afford not to make sure there was another way than hauling around dead weights -- they only caused more of their comrades to die, or ended in mercy killings. "As the healers advised, letting things run their course might work out to leave her with a negligible amount of nerve damage, probably only in her extremities."
"She's a martial artist. A negligible whatever is not acceptable."
He conceded the point with a little 'hm'. "The field treatment, then?"
"Yes."
Strife sounded so firm, defiantly so; Sephiroth smiled to himself, obscurely amused. "Let it run its course."
"You son of a--"
"Then when the poison is flushed out, but before it sets in her body memory, hit her with Bio. Level two might work, though for thoroughness' sake I suggest a three."
Zack looked queasy, but not disbelieving. Like he could tell that was exactly what Sephiroth had done.
Like he trusted it had been entirely necessary. Sephiroth looked away.
"That's ..."
"It works, Strife," he growled back, and then forced his very real moment of irritation into mockery. "So long as you don't forget to heal her right afterwards. Preferably before the decomposition sets in."
There was another pregnant pause.
"Window of time?"
"A half hour after the poison stops acting -- keep monitoring it. Sense is a passive materia, it won't trigger another fit. Between Bio and Restore, six to eight seconds."
A sucked-in breath. "...Doable," Strife decide. "Several casters okay?"
"Recommended."
"Alright, noted."
Sephiroth pulled the PHS away from his ear to hand back to Zack.
"Hey. General."
Sephiroth stopped, and slowly brought the PHS back to his ear. He could guess Strife had only used his rank so he wouldn't use his name where it could be overheard, but it seemed one pulled his attention just as well as the other, from that voice.
Strange, that moment of -- irritation -- because Strife would never mean it.
"You staying, then?"
"It looks like," he said dryly, ignoring how it galled, how much he didn't want to. 'Want' was irrelevant, when it disregarded all consequences. (It's a god's prerogative, might have said Hojo. Then again he had more often said, Cease your childish tantrum. You have more discipline than that. He did.)
"There's a bathroom with shower one floor down."
"I don't need a reward for good behavior, Strife."
"No, but by now you've got to need a chamberpot."
Only Zack's quickly choked-down snicker convinced him of what he'd heard. Not the words so much as the tone -- wry, edging into sarcastic, but without hostility. Just... Reserve, maybe.
"...I also figure you won't have another chance to clean up, once I bring them back. "
It was annoying, that Strife would know it would have bothered him to be judged in his dirty, disheveled state. He shouldn't care what they thought.
"But once you're done, go back to sleep."
Moment over. "Very well." He terminated the call and handed the PHS back to Zack, and tried not to look forward to his bath.
Next.
Oh, my home. My lovely, empty home. T^T *twirls like a ballerina*
- aaaaaaaa turning 29 soon oh god only one year before the big 30, i can't be 30, i'm 22 at most, honest. D: where did the years go?
- aaaaaaaaaaaaaa losing my LJ icon extension pack soon oh god no, not my icons. Where did my icons go?
/subtle asuka is subtle. come on guys, i'll draw you a chibi or something? >.> *beg beg*
-I wrote! ... but, well, yes, some tripletsverse but nothing got completed so I can't post it. I am a sad Asuka. But I did write Teamwork and Restore things. :D Posting the first scene of the Restore thing because all of the rest needs SEVERE EDITING, but it's here, it exists! Woohoo.
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FF7 : Restore - chapter 7 scene 1
He was in Wutai again. Impenetrable green tangles all around, knee-deep in bodies. His men. Wutaian men. Warriors, all dead. Camp whores with ink-black hair (often also warriors, just more sneakily so.) He kept patiently turning the corpses over, looking for his mother. None of them had any face left.
He wasn't sure how he would recognize her even if they did.
He turned over corpses. This one was Sergeant Darger and that one Third Class Ulweiss. That one was the canteen lady. This one a Wutaian ninja.
And that one was a Wutaian archer, but contrary to all rules and expectations of a hundred and hundred of jungle battlefields he was still alive, and even attempting to sit up. Sephiroth paused to consider him properly. Huh.
A swing with the flat of his blade knocked him out for good. Or broke his skull, either or. Buster swords weren't exactly known for precision and while Sephiroth could fake competency, he had never bothered trying for complete mastery. The skill-set ran opposite of the one the Masamune demanded just often enough to foul his reflexes.
Another archer. A fire-colored beast leaping, fitting no monster classification for this continent he had ever read. The forest down below, beyond the wall under their feet, they weren't on the ground anymore, they were high up...
The city behind him (them), the pagodas and the screaming crowd and the fire.
But he'd been at Yunnan (or maybe Kunming or Shilin), not inside any city walls, much less the capital. The capital came later, after he'd lost all the troopers he'd been given to watch over, when he started losing his own SOLDIERs. His Firsts.
Later they would send in fresh replacements, green almost to uselessness and a few bright ones, to keep (some he would lose anyway) but they wouldn't be enough to pile up so high. It didn't fit. Irritating.
The dragon rising out of the wave didn't fit either, but it was magnificent.
... Alright, that was more than enough of that. He turned away, pulled free. The archers were out of place and he had dead bodies to check. He was looking for Mother.
He didn't know what he'd do once he found her, but that didn't mean he could just stop looking.
His new second in command would be fine. He had proven himself (would prove himself) reliable. Even though Sephiroth didn't want to know what convoluted reason the man had found to bleach his hair bright blond.
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"-- hasn't really woken up yet... It's nothing -- ahh, okay, okay. It's--"
"He'll have to go to the bathroom soonish."
A sigh; a low, tired laugh. "Yeah, what she said. Not trying to badger you into changing your mind. You asked, is all. I'll just put adult diapers on the shopping list. Problem solved."
The female voice was nearby, perhaps looking at him. The male voice was familiar but didn't sound that close, and its owner was likely standing. Sephiroth kept his eyes closed. The male voice...
One of his SOLDIERs. The newest batch.
A third, faraway voice. Phone call.
One of his too, that third person. Only...
Different.
"Anyway, don't worry about us, the situation here will keep. You just think about Tifa."
"That's what I was calling about," the faraway voice said. "Poison's slow-acting, but it's resilient to materia healing. We were -- hell nevermind, it's a mess. Aeris , can you help?"
Cloth rustled at his side.
"I'm not sure," said the woman, and then he remembered her. She was an Ancient (he was not) and his second in command had a bond with her that divided his loyalties, except they said they wanted the same things anyway.
She was also puzzlingly light-hearted, but not today apparently.
"If it resists magic, I don't know. I've never even heard of things like that. I'm afraid the way my Limits work might count."
"Actually," said Zack -- his name was just back in Sephiroth's mind all of a sudden, his name and his smiles when he rushed into battle -- "I think I was hit by that thing -- a lot of us were. But all I remember about the field treatment is that it hurt like a bitch."
"Fuck." A long, frustrated sigh rang through the phone. "...But it worked?"
"I'm here," Zack said simply.
More silence.
"The traditional healers are just giving basic advice and a handful of plants. Keep her asleep and hydrated, it'll pass. " Bitter. "Thanks for nothing."
"Wait. It'll pass?"
"Yeah. The nerve damage won't."
"Fuck."
"Yeah. You really don't remember?" A rhetorical question, all three seemed to know it. "Guess there's no choice then. Could you...?"
"Yeah," said Zack, commiserating. "I'll--"
"I'm awake," said Sephiroth before he could come and check.
The next silence was deeply dismayed.
He opened his eyes on a wooden ceiling and (the Ancient's) Miss Gainsborough's startled face. He had a moment of satisfaction over it -- but getting one past her wasn't as satisfying when she was distracted by worry. The very fact that such a thing would distract her cheapened the challenge itself, trivialized it.
Zack stood farther in the room, only visible once he sat up. Sephiroth held out his hand for the phone, received it after a second's pause, without a comment. It was small and sleek, the volume turned up so Miss Gainsborough could hear it.
"Strife," he said, and tried not to think about that time floating at the edge of waking when he had not known him.
"...You."
'My apologies for waking out of turn', he almost purred, knowing exactly how on edge Strife would be. Almost, because with Fair in front of him the memory of his Firsts lost in fever and pain came up easily.
"The goal was for us to kill our own men trying to fix them," he said instead, dismissing the impulse to be spiteful. The bare truth would do damage enough. "The poison was especially tailored to worsen with each materia use. How many times did you try?"
A short pause, during which he had the strange idea that Strife might be licking dry lips.
"Only once. ...She screamed."
Sephiroth arched an eyebrow. "That's lucky." He'd known commanders who'd been unwilling to admit it wouldn't work until their men's legs were dead for good, even until their lungs shut down. He'd been that commander, just once, because they couldn'd afford not to make sure there was another way than hauling around dead weights -- they only caused more of their comrades to die, or ended in mercy killings. "As the healers advised, letting things run their course might work out to leave her with a negligible amount of nerve damage, probably only in her extremities."
"She's a martial artist. A negligible whatever is not acceptable."
He conceded the point with a little 'hm'. "The field treatment, then?"
"Yes."
Strife sounded so firm, defiantly so; Sephiroth smiled to himself, obscurely amused. "Let it run its course."
"You son of a--"
"Then when the poison is flushed out, but before it sets in her body memory, hit her with Bio. Level two might work, though for thoroughness' sake I suggest a three."
Zack looked queasy, but not disbelieving. Like he could tell that was exactly what Sephiroth had done.
Like he trusted it had been entirely necessary. Sephiroth looked away.
"That's ..."
"It works, Strife," he growled back, and then forced his very real moment of irritation into mockery. "So long as you don't forget to heal her right afterwards. Preferably before the decomposition sets in."
There was another pregnant pause.
"Window of time?"
"A half hour after the poison stops acting -- keep monitoring it. Sense is a passive materia, it won't trigger another fit. Between Bio and Restore, six to eight seconds."
A sucked-in breath. "...Doable," Strife decide. "Several casters okay?"
"Recommended."
"Alright, noted."
Sephiroth pulled the PHS away from his ear to hand back to Zack.
"Hey. General."
Sephiroth stopped, and slowly brought the PHS back to his ear. He could guess Strife had only used his rank so he wouldn't use his name where it could be overheard, but it seemed one pulled his attention just as well as the other, from that voice.
Strange, that moment of -- irritation -- because Strife would never mean it.
"You staying, then?"
"It looks like," he said dryly, ignoring how it galled, how much he didn't want to. 'Want' was irrelevant, when it disregarded all consequences. (It's a god's prerogative, might have said Hojo. Then again he had more often said, Cease your childish tantrum. You have more discipline than that. He did.)
"There's a bathroom with shower one floor down."
"I don't need a reward for good behavior, Strife."
"No, but by now you've got to need a chamberpot."
Only Zack's quickly choked-down snicker convinced him of what he'd heard. Not the words so much as the tone -- wry, edging into sarcastic, but without hostility. Just... Reserve, maybe.
"...I also figure you won't have another chance to clean up, once I bring them back. "
It was annoying, that Strife would know it would have bothered him to be judged in his dirty, disheveled state. He shouldn't care what they thought.
"But once you're done, go back to sleep."
Moment over. "Very well." He terminated the call and handed the PHS back to Zack, and tried not to look forward to his bath.
Next.
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(Anonymous) 2010-08-15 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)[relurk]
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I KNOW! 29, silly number. I'm pretty sure that sort of number should feel more, I dunno, special. Like it didn't just sneak up behind and headsmack you. Well, it feels that way to me anyhow. But the movement of time is tricky for me, very sneaky.
T^T *petpet* I'm moved by your very subtle begging but also rather poor. Although, perhaps if your needs are within my means I can help anyway? What exactly do you need? (also, speaking of icons, cute icon is cuuuuuute!)
Also, ILU. And not only because you come bearing Sephiroth.
But it helps.You caught me right before bed so I'm not going to be very useful at picking out edits, so I hope you're not expecting that right now. Hm, but flashback-y dreaming and sly intelligence and subtle petulance -Strange, that moment of -- irritation -- because Strife would never mean it.- and bwahahaha, inappropriate laughter is inappropriate, but so is the idea of Seph peeing the bed. (calling it a chamberpot makes me think of every trashy medieval romance novel I've ever read) Also, I think I have a fetish for Sephiroth touching the Buster sword, I dunno why. *is baffled* Also, I like that it isn't a comfortable weapon for him. I really like Sephiroth being helpful with knowledge rather than just his sword. And the bits of information about what the war in Wutai was like for him. And the flavor of his interactions with Cloud makes me think of little boys pulling pigtails and it's very cute but also more.Aaaaand I need to go to bed because I'm about to babble even more than I am.
*glee* So happy to see you back! ^______^
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are you feeling any better? you were all sick when i left ;__;
XD;; um. *cough* Extra Userpics (1 package) (i have the 70 extra pics package, which is more than good enough for me. but i can't pay for stuff online, woe sob. T__T)
subtle petulance
pffhaha, that's a good word for it. Seph's all sulky about Cloud, it's hilarious.
I think I have a fetish for Sephiroth touching the Buster sword, I dunno why. *is baffled*
*baffled with cough cough* 9__________9
I hope you slept well! got stuff to do still but i'll be online in a little bit (a hour or two tops), in case you're online right now ^^ i hope it won't be too late for you.
*hugglesquishes!*
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I am indeed feeling much better than before. Mostly lingering cough and congestion and I doubt I'll be very surprised at the CT scan results. The important thing is, I can sleep through the night now and haven't had to touch pain killers for at least four days. ^^
*remembers the days of can't-buy-online* Is a day or so early but I'd forget until a day or so late, so Happy Birthday!!!♥♥♥!! now because you'll need it later.
Hee, I need a sulking Seph icon. He looks just like die-now Seph, only less happy. XD No need to tell him he's being adorable, that wouldn't end well...
u.u I'm sure I have no idea what you're insinuating. *is virtuous like that*
Hmm, well, I slept. And it was longish. And I don't remember it being bad, so it was probably good by default, thank you. Or at the very least acceptable. And I'll be online for a few hours before I have to sleep so I might see you for a little bitty bit of time. *hopes*
*licks lovingly*
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thank you so much, O loveliest one~
if you want anything else, please just ask~~~~~~ ♥
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THANK YOU! *twirls you* (background is easy to alter if needed, s'okay, is good.)
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Always looking forward to more <3
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editing the next scene now! I dunno if i'll post it today or tomorrow... maybe i should post teamwork first, idk XD;; but anyway, very soon, promise.
(kinda bummed there's not more for Seph to do, he's more interesting! hn.)
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thank you, hon ^^
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Eeee, Restore! I am surprisingly enamored of Sephiroth being an ass at the same time he is helping out (simply because of the memory of his Firsts, thank you very much!) Think I'm going to have to go and reread this from the beginning.
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He's all messed up between normal General and god!!jenova-influenced Sephiroth, which is pretty much eradicated but left traces and habits and well-traveled grooves in his mind. the jenova-sephiroth sees SOLDIERs as *belonging* to him, being just inferior parts of his own self running around until he decides to take them back, kind of. And the General Sephiroth, well, he's been groomed for this from childhood but if he was so successful it's because a part of him enjoyed having subordinates to protect and train and direct (Also, it's pretty much the only social bond he knew exactly how to build and maintain. he wasn't 100% inept with less regulated modes of interaction but he mostly kept himself removed because he couldn't trust them not to try to use him or fangirl him or be scared shitless of him and do stupid shit as a result. Most soldiers he could trust to act as such, and if they didn't he could punish them for it...I digress.)
jeno!seph sees Cloud as having jenova cells and being his puppet -- HIS!! puppet damnit! -- and general!seph is all "... he was such a mousey little trooper i barely noticed he even existed and wouldn't have remembered him two days later, damn it, i should have seen the spark there, and now he's all grown up and it was against me and not thanks to me."
So basically Seph is bummed that one of the best warriors he's ever had the pleasure of fighting against will never respect him and look up to him
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The ficlet was wonderful. More Sephy! More Zack! Yays! Wonder if Aeris would let me borrow him! Probably not. Oh well. At least if I'm careful I can glomp Seph. Hmm, be interesting to see the other half of that conversation.
Would say more, but gotta run. All the best on keeping the house to yourself.
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Thank you very muchly~ Cloud reaction to the conversation (amongst other things) coming soon!
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I need to reread your Restore. It started out great and I really liked it, but then I stopped paying attention for some reason and now its progressed far enough that I've got no clue what's happening :(
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Man, do I know how that is. So many fics that start out interesting and all, and then ... i just forget to keep reading or I get distracted or something, and I have no clue why. Though if it's just that it's not your cup of tea, that's not a problem either. :p
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fangirlific
Seriously your writing skills are divine <3
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And now Tifa is indebted to Seph, huk huk huk.