[For all of his recreations of a building he knows intimately—whether partially or otherwise—there is one thing inherent in his domain that never existed in the Shinra Building: the ability to sense when a newcomer’s arrived. Like someone plucking at the strings of a spider’s web, he feels the reverberations of another conscious presence, in a way he cannot quite put into words. A knowing, even if his newfound visitor treads these mirror-shined halls quietly.
Which is, apparently, not the case.
Alarms sound. From where he stands, fortunately only on the other side of the floor his visitor’s stepped off of, already intending to meet him halfway, he can hear the telltale shrieking of motors coming to life — security systems reacting to unauthorized access to his own domain.
This may be something he should consider getting rid of, since apparently other Summoned have a penchant for wandering in here. This… very tall individual is yet another example, the second as of late.
Sephiroth steps into the vicinity of the room the stranger has loitered towards, unaffected by the screaming alarm systems. These are familiar to him; what is not familiar to him stands at a short distance, his green gaze affixed to the man.]
Stand down.
[An off-handed remark to the machines eager to punch bullet holes into the other. In reality, it would take more than just a simple voice command to deactivate its systems, but this is Sephiroth’s Horizon domain, where everything has a tendency to bend to his will, whether or not its an accurate approximation to the real thing.
The machine halts, whirring. It does not shut down, but it does not fire its weapon, either.]
Who are you?
[This, obviously, is a question for the newcomer.]
no subject
Which is, apparently, not the case.
Alarms sound. From where he stands, fortunately only on the other side of the floor his visitor’s stepped off of, already intending to meet him halfway, he can hear the telltale shrieking of motors coming to life — security systems reacting to unauthorized access to his own domain.
This may be something he should consider getting rid of, since apparently other Summoned have a penchant for wandering in here. This… very tall individual is yet another example, the second as of late.
Sephiroth steps into the vicinity of the room the stranger has loitered towards, unaffected by the screaming alarm systems. These are familiar to him; what is not familiar to him stands at a short distance, his green gaze affixed to the man.]
Stand down.
[An off-handed remark to the machines eager to punch bullet holes into the other. In reality, it would take more than just a simple voice command to deactivate its systems, but this is Sephiroth’s Horizon domain, where everything has a tendency to bend to his will, whether or not its an accurate approximation to the real thing.
The machine halts, whirring. It does not shut down, but it does not fire its weapon, either.]
Who are you?
[This, obviously, is a question for the newcomer.]