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[b]Level:[/b] 2 [i](16/20)[/i]
[b]Word Count:[/b] 551
[b]Location:[/b] The Bismarck Restaurant --> The Drowning Wench
[b]EXP:[/b] +1
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Sephiroth rolled his shoulders as the lightshow finally died down, feeling the changes made both to his body and his clothes. In regards to the former, his skin had become noticeably darker, his hair significantly shorter, and his body far less muscular and far shorter than it had been before. At least as far as the SOLDIER himself was concerned anyway, since to everyone else these alterations were minor at best save for the decrease in height, change in skin tone, and shortening of his hair. The same could not be said for his clothes however, which had taken on a dark reddish hue, albeit nowhere near as flashy as the hue worn by Genesis. Its yellow highlights didn't help matters either, nor did having a shorts leg in place of a pants leg, or all of these damn bracelets and an extra belt.

All of it was the exact opposite of the utilitarianism he typically preferred, but he supposed such baubles could still be of some use. As a perfect being, it was strangely fitting that he should be clad in such things, if only so he could remind those around him of their place. He might have needed them, and been forced to work alongside them, but that didn't mean he [i]was[/i] one of them. More intriguing than the changes to his appearance and clothing, however, were the psychological changes. At the moment of his fusion he'd felt it. A newly awakened, or perhaps greatly strengthened, obsession with a certain buster sword wielding being. One that already spelled trouble for him due to how hard it was to ignore. Granted, he'd been aware of the risks going in, and he'd managed to get some power out of it, so he couldn't really complain.

Still, such inclinations could prove to be he's downfall if he wasn't careful. Although, upon second thought, would that [i]really[/i] be such a bad thing? If Cloud were involved, hell maybe even Link...

Sephiroth pushed those thoughts to the periphery of his mind, grunting as he did so. They were products of the sorceress' mind, and not his own. Her obsession had been fixated upon the tunic clad warrior, and to a very stupid degree at that, so it was only natural that such a fusion had some influence on him. Annoying as it might have been, he resolved to ignore it as best he could, focusing instead on his long term plan to take down Galeem. Or, in the short term, events currently unfolding around him. Fortunately, the situation had been mostly defused by the time he'd deigned to give them notice, meaning he didn't have to waste any time sitting through a back and forth of diplomatic exchange. It also meant that he soon found himself and the rest of the teams under way, following along after Merlwyb as she led them down the busy streets and to the Drowning Wench. Sephiroth remained silent the entire way, the only sounds to be heard from him the jangling of his bracelets and belts as they trudged along.

At length they arrived, though once again Sephiroth declined interaction with those around him, only lingering long enough to hear what Peach had to say before ordering something to eat and sequestering himself away in a private room.