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Post by Sephiroth on Aug 29, 2010 9:40:10 GMT -5
Midgar sure had changed in the time he had been gone. Going here was a little risky, especially considering his current plan, but it was really unlikely that anyone he had known would be here, especially seeing as he wasn't even placed there when he came out of the Lifestream and into this world. He was on the same continent, but he wasn't quite near Midgar when he was spewed forth into this world.
Nevertheless, he had found his way back to the place, and boy, it was a wreck. Sector Seven was still destroyed, and here on Wall Street, a heap of junk had spawned near where that terrible cafe had been in the past. Strangely though, on approach to the pile in question, he could sense some aura of life from the carcasses of machines and the random bits and peices. Curiously, he picked up a gear from the pile, and after studying it quickly, he shrugged his shoulders, pleased with the conclusion that there was nothing particularly strange about it, before tossing the piece of metal over his shoulder.
Sephiroth turned and proceeded to blink, his pale eyelids temporarily covering his cyan eyes. His eyes suddenly shot open, and he turned back to the anomaly in the centre of the small area. He had heard a rumble coming from the heap. What could that have been?
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