Final Fantasy VII Main Story RP

((Flying! No! Not flying! I'll throw up! Exactly >:3))

"Nope, not a clue. Though my guess is that he's either working on his airship, ill, or taking the day off to smoke some death sticks." I told Vincent, putting my hands on my hips and shaking my head with a sigh. "That old man should reslly work a bit harder, and that's coming from me!" Looking over to Zack and Sephiroth, I listened to their conversation. "I think those guys and flying so I guess it's just gonna be you and me walking back, right Vince?" That didn't sound too bad... Though it'd be tough to strike up a conversation... Oh well, I'd survive!

Vincent looked at Yuffie for a moment and tilted his mouth as an Idea formed in his mind. Jumping up high and landing on a mangled rooftop,Vincent saw about a dozen Deepground troops loading into trucks and a few motorcycle escorts. "Yuffie,Stay there..I'll be back."He jumped like a red shadow and disappeared.

Vincent landed closer towards the convoy escaping the burning building,they where obviously heading towards Kalm. Seeing a lone trooper attending his motorcycle Vincent took the opportunity and grabbed him from behind,breaking his neck silently and jumping on the bike. The amount of noise and comotion going on in the area allowed Vincent to gain the transport relatively uncontested. He smirked to himself as he kicked the throttle and spewed dust,taking off and riding his way back to Yuffie and the others.

Jumping over a fallen metal sheeting Vincent made a dramatic enterance landing and drifting the bike close to Yuffie,leaving a dust trail behind him. The bike rumbled as Vincent flicked his Red cloak outwards over the motorcyle and looked at Yuffie "..Get on."

"It is not that difficult to learn." Sephiroth glanced back towards Zack in an answer to his earlier question. He had carried Zack to Shinra but it would be easier if he could fly on his own. His single black wing stretched as he replaced Masamune and he pushed himself off the ground, his single wing catching the air. "Trust your instincts and don't think about it."

He knew the pain, had felt it before, but that was so long ago. In the time it was almost as if he had become numb to it, just as he had become numb to the death he caused in battle. His redemption was still a long way in coming and there was not even a whisper of it coming soon. "I expect you do not know where the WRO headquarters are?"

Vincent pointed his clawed hand towards the direction of the WRO HQ for Zack and Sephiroth to make their way. "Just keep going that way..Or..you can follow me" Vincent kicked the gear and pulled back on the throttle,the bike revving hard before taking off,Yuffies grip on Vincent tightened almost instantly. Weaving in and out of the debris Vincent turned hard and went up an old rooptop getting some air as the bike jumped before landing back on solid ground with a thud,dust erupting from the rear wheel. It appeared Vincent wasnt the best motorcycle rider but he tried to adapt his style to his riding. Dodging some narrow peices of steel and running over a bumpy patch of rocks,the bike shuddered as it made clear from Shinra's burning heap. As the ride became more smooth,traversing the open plains Vincent looked back to Yuffie "Sorry about that...If we come across any more bumps I'll give some warning."Before Vincent turned back his attention he remembered "oh...and Yuffie,try not to throw up on me."The two rode onward towards the WRO.

Nero nodded. "Tell me what you need."

((FUCK DUDE SORRY FOR THE MASSIVE POST.))

For once Sephiroth didn't mind the detour that was Zack as he had no desire to hurry towards the WRO headquarters. Whether Cloud was waiting there or would arrive it was a meeting that could only be postponed for so long. He did not fear the young man but he would still be one of the greatest barriers in his path to redemption. He had watched him for some time, waiting every single time for the day they would meet in battle again, but it was wisdom to study one's enemies. Now they would meet again but this time Jenova was not whispering in his ear, telling him of his purpose, the chosen one.

He was no chosen one, only a monster. Genesis had been right the first time when he had told him the truth. He had discovered that truth and the truth had sent him into turmoil. "If you are quite done Zack let us be going."

He turned back towards his friend as he watched him. So far he seemed to understand how to fly but it would still take time until it became natural. He was done delaying the inevitable. Fear would still a man until he was paralyzed, but what he felt was not fear. This was a second chance, and there wasn't much worse that could happen.

Sephiroth shot Zack a look in response from where he was in the air. "That would be quite difficult unless you weren't looking," however since this was Zack it likely would not be a surprise. As he took off he followed him from behind, moving easily through the air. He rode the wind, using it to guide using his single wing. "Is there any information on the group that attacked Shinra?"

He couldn't afford to think about what could happen, especially with everything that was occurring. He would deal with Cloud Strife when they met again, not before.

He of course knew about deepground, had heard Hojo mentioning it before, but as far as what their aim was he had been kept in the dark. There had never been reason to let a hero know about the dark dealings of Shinra, especially not the ones that created him. He had discovered that on his own in Nibelheim after prodding from Genesis, despite calling him a liar.

"Zack, I like Avalanche no more than you do however we may not have a choice but to aid them."

He had battled Elfe and she had questioned him, asked him as for his reasons to fight. Back then he had none, not until much later did he have any true reason to fight. He had nearly followed his friends with defecting from Shinra but any thoughts concerning it had been too late. He had been sent on mission to Nibelheim and he had gained his reason to fight. Now once again he had a reason to fight, but this time it was not for a mother he was created from, not for revenge against those that created him a monster, but rather for his own redemption.

The meeting with Avalanche would not be a pleasant one, not after the part they played in his downfall from the chosen one.

"Then there will likely be others as well."

Genesis had returned as well as them, and the only question that remained was as to whether or not Angeal had been returned as well. There had been no sign of him so far but that meant nothing in the grand scheme of things.

"You shall not be the only one," soon he would be meeting with Cloud again and though he was ready to let go of his pride Sephiroth knew that it would not end well. Vincent had intended on shooting him, only stopped by Yuffie. There was unease at the impending meeting however in the end it truly couldn't stop what he had to do.

At the question Sephiroth turned to look at him. "Distinctly," he said as he studied Zack for a moment, wondering what he was getting to.

Lucrecia Crescent could easily sense the tension and cleared her throat twice before speaking up. "Nero. I will need several syringes, and sterilization fluid. Quite a bit of sterilization fluid. Besides that, the rest can be found here but would all need to be sterilized. It may be wise to get me a few samples of Mako as well." 

That was the list. "For this procedure I won't need more then that."

Nero's deep red eyes turned to look at Weiss for another time. His mind stayed quiet but his lips moved. Slowly, but they moved. "Then with your permission, brother, I shall take my leave." A dark membrane seemed to swallow him up.


Terror must have sweeped the poor town of Edge as he burst into a hospital and slashed the throats, or shot if they were farther away, of anyone he saw. He threw what he needed into a dark portal, knowing they would land gently onto Lucrecia's new desk. He rushed but soon shots fired at him and one got him in the left arm. Blood splashed out and he conjured a ball of dark fire and exploded the hospital entirely.


Returning to the laboratory enflamed and bleeding, he casually dismissed the fire and turned to the scientist. "I got shot, mind taking care of it?"

After the initial surprise of bottles and syringes falling at her desk, the doctor frowned at Weiss. She made up her mind; she liked Nero better. But she was no idiot either. She could not be sure but... Nero was nice to her for a reason. Her husband was a master of mind games: Nero's trickery was basic by comparison. She grabbed a tweaser and quickly rinsed it with the solution before getting close enough to try to pull the bullet out. "This will hurt." She removed the metal slowly before putting it on her desk. 

"This will hurt much more, itll make a grown man cry." Grabbing a cloth, she poured more of the solution on it and pressed it against Nero's shoulder. No doubt the rinsing alcohol would burn but she wondered on the Tsivet's reaction. 

Nero grunted and winced at the bullet's removal. But when that damn cloth with the rubbing alcohol - or whatever it was - made contact with his skin he bit on his lip and clenched the fist of the other arm. His wing-gun suddenly spun and shot the ground three times to ward off the pain. With a deep breath his arm was bleeding a very dark liquid but the pressure managed to make it stop. It hurt but he wasn't dead. It was nothing in the long run.