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Characters: Sephiroth, Kuroro Lucifer
Location: Bitch's Brew Bar
Rating: Villains
Time: August 17, Noon
Description: After Sephiroth's entry. Because Kuroro multitasks things like ulterior motives and comforting allies.

Sephiroth was, for a man who presented to himself to the world as a cold and heartless bastard, curiously emotionally vulnerable. The facade wasn't a farce -- the man took himself seriously, no matter how ridiculous it seemed to people like Kuroro, who was a contending force of power in his own world. But if it wasn't a farce, then it was perhaps a defense mechanism? No, he doubted that, either. It might simply just be how the other man was raised, much like Nataku who didn't know a rock from a friend.

It wasn't a hard puzzle to solve; Kuroro had all of the pieces and it was easy to put things together and see the entire picture in his mind's eye. Murky, confusing, and grim. What interested him now was how Sephiroth was going to repaint it himself, and maybe contributing here and there to earn himself an ally. Not that he didn't have any sort of sympathy for Sephiroth -- Kuroro considered him enough of his to sincerely want to help, but the reason why he was actually doing so was something else entirely. Ulterior motives piled upon ulterior motives, like weaving a web (how pathetically poetic).

Sephiroth could be considered one of his, like a member of his new, temporary group, but Sephiroth also needed to be fixed first. Kuroro wasn't used to it, the Geneiryodan members as something he never had to worry too much about. Sure he sometimes had deep moments of concern when Coltopi got involved in big fights, and yes he shed plenty of tears for his dead people, but in the end, the group always moved on with only the slightest shrug of the shoulder. To have to fuss over a limb was somewhat of an alien thing to him, but something he found himself doing too often in Death City, with his pool of resources down to this insane man or the next. It was a good thing Shalnark and Machi were there. Two of his most reliable at his beck and call, and it would never occur to him to question their loyalty or stability.

So there Kuroro was, waiting in the Bitch's Brew Bar, already having had two drinks and a third waiting for him. Alcohol hardly did anything to him, with or without nen. Not when he can keep his motor functions through poison that can paralyze whales. Maybe if he drank enough, he'd actually feel a little tipsy.

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The expression that he was given was one Sephiroth wasn't certain how to take. It was one of the things that often threw him off about the meister, and while he'd usually adapt and continue on regardless, there was just something about Kuroro that gave him pause.

Glancing down at his filled shotglass, his lips quirked up subtly in amusement at the words spoken. "It would almost be worth it just to see you struggling," He said, but Sephiroth knew that was the barest hint of the more sadistic side of him showing. Downing the shot in the next moment, the ex-General ignored the momentary burn from the liquid as he dropped the glass back down onto the table, "Had I been in my form before arriving here, weight would have hardly been an issue."

"Yes, but then the issue would be how you'd drink while in sword form. Anyway, you'd damage the upholstery." Being pointy and sharp and all. Really, Sephiroth, what a strange suggestion.

Kuroro wasn't giving either of them the time to stop drinking, though. The moment their glasses were empty, he refilled them. Sephiroth would probably be difficult to carry, though. More because of size than weight. Also all that hair.

Sephiroth couldn't help but chuckle at Kuroro's response. Being in his weapon form was hardly what he'd meant by that, and it was with that thought that he muttered, "That wasn't what I meant."

He didn't miss the fact that the moment his empty glass was down on the table, it had instantly been refilled. Silently his cat-like gaze flickered up to regard the meister before Sephiroth inwardly shrugged his shoulders and downed the contents.

Kuroro wasn't going to stop this until either of them were drunk or even at least just moderately tipsy. There were a lot of things Kuroro was, and persistent was one of them. Soon, Sephiroth!

And then he could ask the more personal things. For now, he could settle for the more obvious and perhaps funny.

"So back in your world, you really were a general?" That redhead had said as much. Redheads were always so talkative. Kuroro rather liked them.

Sephiroth took a moment to regard the empty glass as he placed it down on the table. It didn't remain empty for long as Kuroro seemed intent on filling it with more vodka. He didn't take another drink right away, not after that question was asked from the meister in front of him.

"General... hmm," He murmured thoughtfully more to himself than to Kuroro before Sephiroth finally drank the shot down. The liquid left that pleasant burning sensation behind, and almost seemed to fit in well with the feelings such memories as they drifted up to the surface. "I might have once held such a position, yes."

"What did your army do?" If he seemed to be asking questions faster than Sephiroth could answer them, he counted on the man not noticing, or at least distracted by the alcohol to mind it. This was a good opportunity to learn more about Sephiroth apart from the obvious, and the details of his creation.

Refill the shot. Take one of his own. "I think Cloud mentioned once that he was, too, right?"

He glanced up at Kuroro at the question. It was broad, to say the least, and he wasn't quite certain if the meister meant it as a general question or why he had left it. The why he felt no desire to answer considering the memories attached to it, and so he opted for clarification, "Do? As in what way?"

Sephiroth didn't drink the refilled shot as quickly this time as the topic turned to Cloud. "Yes, he had been enlisted." He murmured before finally bringing the shot up to his lips and downing it all.

"Do, as in what are you supposed to fight? What are you supposed to protect? Military organizations work a little differently in our world, but I assume that the basic tenets of a military remains the same. You're there to conquer to expand your territory's power, or you're there to defend."

What an odd series of actions, compared to everything else Sephiroth had been doing. Or maybe Kuroro was just reading too much into it. He would ask in a bit, after this first question was answered.

There was some level of comfort in knowing that Kuroro wasn't asking about his reasons for leaving such a title behind. In fact, the question asked was far too easy to explain that if it hadn't been for the alcohol, Sephiroth would have found himself cautious.

"The military I once commanded was in charge of expanding ShinRa territory and holding their acquired land," Sephiroth offered in return. Granted, by the time he'd 'left' ShinRa, the company had already owned all of the land on Gaea. There was no further thought to expand on what he'd offered, but even despite that, Sephiroth found himself continuing, "Before my... resignation... myself and those working under me were in charge of eradicating deserters and terrorist groups."

And there Sephiroth was, openly giving Kuroro the opportunity to pry. He considered the pros and cons of it, then figured what the heck, they were drinking buddies now. He should be allowed his own lapses, or so he hoped Sephiroth wouldn't be too adverse to it.

Kuroro tilted his head to the side in open curiosity, refilling the man's shot again. Have an extra dose of casual, casual innocence. "Resignation? Why did you resign?"

Sephiroth paused at the question asked and found his gaze flickering up to regard Kuroro as he weighed whether or not to answer it. There were so many reasons that had ultimately lead to him leaving his position... leaving humanity behind... but he felt no desire to go into depths with such things.

"A conflict of interest," He finally murmured before deciding to distract himself with downing yet another filled shot. The topic was one he'd never enjoyed talking about, not even with those who had been intimately involved, and yet here he was unable to stop the words flowing from his mouth as he held the empty glass in his hand, "I discovered that those I'd once believed in had been lying to me from the beginning - that they had betrayed the trust I'd once held in them."

Ah, hence the issue with betrayal, then. And Sephiroth's tendency to close off. Interesting. What he had assumed might be a great psychological problem had turned out to be a simple and common emotional problem instead. Sephiroth didn't want to talk about it, obviously, but what did they say about facing your problems and talking about them to make things better?

"Was it your superiors?" he asked, tone mildly sympathetic but not overly so. "I understand the feeling of being betrayed, though mine was a subordinate." A bit of sharing of his own, to seem less like he was digging for information. Kuroro's secrets went only as far as withholding things from people if it wasn't useful to him, anyway.

[Close] Been away for far too long.

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sob I am sorry, I lost a lot of Kuroro's notifications.

<3333 I lost a lot of notifs as well, so it's all good :3

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