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Subject: Beware of language.

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Sev Visagery

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Date Posted: 09:55:05 12/09/01 Sun

OOC: I swear, Sev was just screaming to get out of my head. Forgive me for any language this contains. >_< **scrubs Sev's mouth with soap**

IC:

Sev takes the bottom of Cosmo Canyon at a brisk trot. The ceremonial guard at the entrance (a brightly painted sign, Sev had noted, decorated with a myriad of fallen stars and Cosmo Canyon painted in green) had watched him go and said nothing; he had been different from the one before.

Vincent had watched him go and said nothing, too. Sev had known it, when he retrieved his clothing from the neatly-folded pile and left; unless the ex-Turk slept with his eyes open, he had noted every move his one-time comrade had made. And he had done nothing.

So I'm not even worth the effort of getting up and stopping, huh? Sev sneered. Well, good riddance to him. Never liked him anyway, old man Channon promoting him over my head like that. Fuck him, and fuck Valentine and the stick rammed up his ass. You'd think after so many years he'd lighten up.

He draws his gun and puts a bullet through the forehead of one of the curious little spiky-feathered boxing penguins that inhabit the nooks and crannies of the canyon floor. It had been watching him, wondering if he was worth attacking for trespassing on its territory. Apparently not. The spent cartridge rattles in a half-circle before coming to a stop as Sev replaces the gun in his shoulder holster, not even glancing back.

It's a long way back to Midgar, especially on foot. Too bad there hadn't been any chocobos in the pen.

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