[Video] Week 34 - Friday Evening

[wisdom_of_hounds]

So about this fog...

[Hey guys, there's a redhead on your network looking magnificently scruffy. That is full Irish beard right there. Actually... that's way more than a week's growth for those of you that knew he was leaving. He's currently sprawled out on the stone floor of his cavern hideaway, holding his arm up so the video's looking down on him.]

I was hoping to make it back into town today but apparently Verdana had other ideas. [And there's a knowing smirk that comes with that because he at least has spent most of the last weeks (as far as he knows) talking to her.]

So, I don't know when I'm going to be able to get back but... [His free hand comes up to thread through his shaggy crimson curls.] Anyone out there good with a pair of scissors?

[Private to Lyall]

As soon as this damn fog clears we need to go hunting... Oberon is bored out of his mind and we both need to stretch our legs. You in?

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[Video - private]

[wisdom_of_hounds]

[He switches the feed over to a private line just in case because well... paranoia has served him well. ]

Three days already? Damn… she didn’t tell me how long it had been going on just that it wasn’t safe and my hound was whining about how it smelled funny.

[He waves a hand dismissively. More importantly…]

But what about you? What happened? You found some way to reverse what was happening to you, obviously, but how? I mean, you’re a redhead all of a sudden… [Don’t mind that grin, it’s totes just him being excited because you’re alive, not because you’re hot. Okay maybe a little because you’re hot.] I thought you couldn’t without something from your planet?

[Video - private]

[rhapsoidein]

Well, it does smell kind of funny.

[Enhanced senses and all can be a real drag.]

Er, yes, I did, I- [She paused and sighed, and then frowned.] I've always been a redhead, thank you very much! Just because it's a rare hair color doesn't mean you need to point it out! Have enough trouble back home...

[Ahem]

Well, yes, see, a friend is here. She... well, oddly enough, she isn't from my version of Gaia. She's suppose to be male, but she says I'm suppose to be male so... who knows exactly what is different and what is the same but it looks like our origins are the same for the most part.

[And she's back to being somber again, leaning back against the pillow on her bed.]

Remember when I told you about SOLDIERs? About myself being the prototype? I wasn't necessarily the prototype for all of SOLDIER, just... one in particular. A friend of mine named Sephiroth. She was made perfectly. Or as perfect as one could get when combining Mako and an alien parasite's cells. [Her tone is dry here and she sighs.] The parasite gets around by cloning and taking over another's DNA, eventually making that new host return to their original maker. She's destroyed other Planets this way.

It's all scientific jargon that I would rather not go into right now. Regardless, I have cells that are both of the Planet's and an alien. But I was not made perfectly, hence the degradation. Sephiroth was and somehow... apparently, she did this to the Genesis of her world, if she mixes her blood with my own it.. undoes the damage. So far, it seems to have worked and is permanent. Her cells, known as S-Cells, had been a theory of mine for a cure but my Sephiroth didn't like me and wouldn't help me. So I had no way of knowing if it was truly a cure or not.

The Goddess was my last chance, which is why I was in such despair when I was taken before I could try and activate the Goddess materia, speak to Her and ask for help.

[Video - private]

[wisdom_of_hounds]

You weren’t a redhead last time! [He grins though and it’s only half-heartedly defensive.] Hey, I’m not trying to give you shit for it. Come on, gingers gotta stick together!

[And he tugs at one floppy curl. He’s a redhead too, Genesis give him a break geez… The humor bleeds out of his expression rather quickly though as she begins to explain about Sephiroth and Mako and SOLDIER. He nods but some of it goes over his head. He’d sat in on a basic chemistry class, sure, and he understood the way all living things worked on a cellular level but he was no geneticist and this mess she was mixed up in was definitely some very advanced science. Mixing cells and alien parasites that could destroy planets and…]

Over all that sounds like a really complicated and really shitty situation. But having Sephiroth here worked out in the end so that’s good. I’m glad you’re okay now. [He’s not sappy really, he’s just had way too much death around him lately and she was just one more person he couldn’t save. He still sounds a bit sappy saying though.]

[Video - private]

[rhapsoidein]

[She couldn't fight the grin even if she tried when he told her about his own hair. She laughed even, glowing eyes going brighter briefly as she did, but her smile went somber at the end of her tale and his reaction to it. She reached up to rub her eye, nodding.]

It's a shitty situation for a lot of people, Sephiroth included. I just hope this is all permanent. Or last long enough until I get home so I can be tested to be sure. [She drops her hand with a sigh. She was still exhausted really, but not like before. She just had a long day today and she tired easy sometimes.] Still, I'll take what I can. I feel better and the degradation is almost completely gone.

[She pouted playfully.]

I don't like gray hair.

[Video - private]

[wisdom_of_hounds]

I have to agree, the red is much more fetching. [He smiled, teasing and trying to ease her worries about the true effectiveness of the cure. He was glad she was feeling better even if it wasn’t permanent it gave her time enough to look into other options.]

Of course… if it’s not a permanent thing… maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to get a hold of some of this Sephiroth’s cells maybe? Just to have a backup supply… in case something happens, you understand.

[Not that he wanted her to worry about her friend (erm… acquaintance?... person from her world anyway… or… kind of…) being injured, or worse, but preparing for such things were what had kept him alive all these long years. It’s only paranoia when people aren’t hunting you.]