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Cloud had been knocked off his feet by the single wing of the angel, easily tossed to the ground. For a moment he almost felt sorry for Falcon, though he should have known. What sort of fucked up version of Sephiroth did this asshole meet? And where can Cloud find this obviously nicer one? Can they swap? Go ahead and take Sephiroth for all he cares, Cloud wouldn't mind dealing with one that gave Falcon the impression he has.

Though to the mercs relief Falcon had been given a gracious warning, he could feel the weight lifted off his chest. Not that it was gone for long, before he knew it the spotlight was back on him, having to stare up at the horrid man. That stare, no one could ever forget such a piercing glare. Sephiroth had less than ideal scaring tactics, but fear wasn't supposed to be comfortable. Cloud couldn't help the shiver down his spine after the other had brought himself close enough for a whisper, his presence had never gotten easier and probably never will. He didn't know how much more he could handle, Sephiroth flaunted his control like it was nothing. Perhaps knowing he has no choice was what angered him most, he couldn't back down even if he wanted to. Chosen by the most sadistic fuckhead out there, disappointing....

Cloud had sat up after he was knocked down, using his arms to hold him up. He wasn't tired or hurt, the merc just didn't want to get up to see his friend from another timeline be slaughtered. And now with that added exit all he wanted to do was sit and- smell the flowers? Who brought roses in here? Sure it was a nice smell, but that was odd. Where's Where's smell of ash and burning wood? Not even a taunt? Just.. the smell of roses. With a heavy sigh and a shake of his head Cloud pushed himself up, looking at Falcon with a glare and crossing his arms.

[color=7ea7d8]"You're real lucky that's all he did. Take this from me, Sephiroth doesn't do kindness in any sort of sense. That was him being nice, so please.. Just don't. I'm not strong enough to fend him off if he goes after you, if you die by his hands it's not my fault you hear? Best you stay away from him, I went up to him thinking the wrong things. Until this Luther guy can show us that he can contain Sephiroth, 
don't you believe for a second that he's stuck here. If he wanted out he would have gotten out by now." [/color]

With a groan the merc had turned away slightly, looking over at Sephiroth before looking away again. He wasn't confident in their captor and his ability to keep a leash on Sephiroth. Anyone else, sure there might not be as much as a hassle- but this was practically a God. He could only hope that playing his cards right would keep him alive- and if not his old "friend" might want him to be around until they got back. 

[color=7ea7d8]"Just don't go and do anything stupid, okay? I can't bail you out of everything."[/color]

With an annoyed snort, Cloud had wandered off for a little time to think- and maybe someone infinitely better to hang around. Maybe someone he could just silently stand near and they'd get it. The highest form of approval is just standing near them, that is if you hate being touched too affectionately like Cloud does. He's just an over hyped cat with a sword, he has his people and then there's everyone else. Everyone here is part of the latter category.

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