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Who: Sephiroth (

aprosodia), and Angeal (

burdenofhonor and I suppose if anyone really wants to complain about three large men stomping around on their roof
What: A meeting between old friends.
When: Er, after these threads.
Where: On or around the fountain area.
Summary: Sephiroth's extending an invitation to... well, whatever will involve apples, a book, and everyone armed to the gills. It'll be just like old times. Hopefully with less general destruction and civilian outrage.
Rating: PG to PG-13 I think?

Even as he snapped the book shut and set it down alongside him, Sephiroth had already taken up a spot on the roof of the school to wait for his fellows, sitting with a hand propping up his chin. The breeze was almost a distraction to vigilance as it played along his skin and rustled through his hair. It had been a long time since he had even bothered to notice anything like how the surrounding environment might effect him in these small ways. He wasn't sure if that made things better now, or worse.

It was like being... human. And he knew as well as anyone where pretending had led him once upon a time.

But then... wasn't that what he was doing right now?

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Rooftops, of all things. He'd been told "fountain" and Sephiroth sits himself up on a rooftop. Just like him to make things difficult for the ailing, degrading individual he so cordially invited to a friendly reunion. On a damned rooftop. Because things were never difficult when one could just woosh~ fly all the way up, and Genesis couldn't for the life of him remember if he'd ever used a fire escape. Scaling the drainpipes when he was younger, sure, but fire escapes were too easy.

At any rate. Fashionably late as Sephiroth would remember him best, the rooftop was eventually scaled and conquered, and there was the great General with a book, of all things. Goddess, he knew how to mock him. Because Sephiroth must somehow know how the previous week's "experiment" resulted in Genesis tearing his precious LOVELESS into confetti.

The bastard.

But, wouldn't be polite to barge in on an old friend with such accusations. He'd rather not be tossed from the roof so soon into their visit. Instead, he walked over to the edge of the roof in silence, keeping himself just enough out of the man's reach should being tossed become an option.

"So, this is what the famous God General does with his free time now. Reading on rooftops and molting pink feathers."

Snerk. How precious.

Apples or no apples, Angeal could never say no to a reunion of this sort. Nope, not even if he tried.

Assuming Genesis had already made his way to their little meeting spot, Angeal left with a bit more worry on his mind than usual. No one was going to be seriously hurt (after all, that was why he would be there), and he knew very well that Genesis could take care of himself. ~~Well, usually.~~ It was just the degradation that was starting to bother him. It'd been happening for a while now, slowly, and he didn't seem to be getting any better.

...no, everything would be fine, he promised himself. Of course they would be.

Hearing the voice of his friend, Angeal knew he was close, and after some time, he found himself on the rooftop of the school building along with the others. (Ohh Sephiroth. Always making things so difficult.) He crossed his arms as he gave the two a look. Perhaps a comment on how well everyone was doing would not be appropriate. Still.

"You don't think we'll cause too much trouble up here, do you?"

Sephiroth tilted his head back lazily to look Genesis in the eye. "If you'd gone to the fountain, I'm sure I'd have seen you, you know." He even refrained from gesturing towards the sweeping vantage point of fountain the rooftop commanded. "I might have saved you the trouble of hunting me down."

He couldn't ignore the reference to his wings though, shifting them uncomfortably. His hair had a habit of getting caught in them. The result? A trail of fluffy pink feathers, like he'd hit his head on a flamingo. Oh yes, he was well aware of how impressionably manly that was. His voice was wry as he acknowledged them, even if only briefly. "They bring out my eyes."

Sephiroth was almost startled when Angeal's head popped up over the side of the roof as well though. But then... hadn't the man always had that uncanny knack of finding them, no matter where they were.

"I hadn't planned on staying."

Ah, but his melodramatic entrance, swooping down from the heavens... that would have to be foregone.

"Of course they do," he commented casually. It was there, Sephiroth could likely tell, that faint air around him and in his tone that whispered just so softly, hah. At least mine are black. "I think it's a perfect colour for you, haven't I always told you that?"

Ah, never believed in karma before, but it has a funny way of showing it's fashionably late head at the best of times.

Genesis was somewhat surprised at how he'd arrived before Angeal. The redhead had always been the late one of the trio. The other two had formality and the incessant need to be punctual engraved into them; Genesis preferred his grand entrances. Which had been sadly less grand as of late, even when usually accompanied with a mastered Firaga, but such is the price one must pay for walking particular paths.

"Leaving so soon?" he answered, a gloved hand brushing his fading white bangs from his eyes. "After we'd just met up, even. And I rather like the view from here."

Old times, they were not. The three of them so different, so changed, each falling into their own brand of insanity and only to reuinite in a completely different world. But still, however long it would last, it was nice. Almost relieving.

Turning away from the others for a moment, Angeal took a look at the village below them. He couldn't argue with Genesis there - it really was a nice view, wasn't it?

Of course, it didn't really compare to the things they were able to see back home, but he supposed he couldn't really complain. Beggars can't be choosers - that's how the saying goes, right? He'd rather be here than nowhere at all.

On the other hand, Angeal was going to stay out of all this wing business. Sure, maybe his own weren't pink (hell, his might even make a little bit of sense, in a really ironic sort of way), but he didn't have very much room to talk as far as that was concerned. Still, it was more amusing to watch this one just play out instead of taking sides. Like always. He did usually tend to be the more peaceful of the three anyway. When he could help it, at least.

"No point in leaving now," Angeal added, something of a smirk on his face when he turned back to his friends. Things were different, but there was definitely that sense of familiarity there, and he didn't want to let it go. "I wouldn't want your effort in bringing us here to go to waste."

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