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[Angeal is stricken, which is honestly not surprising. He's managed to keep it together though the night after getting the call. A man of war, you often just forgo feelings when it is convenient to in order to push though, a strategy almost recommended if one wants to survive.

He's letting himself have that moment of letting all those emotions escape now, back in the safety of his home. It's a half hour or so before noon, and when he reaches for his NV to make a call. Which mean,s unfortunately, you don't have a very good view in this post, except for one moment where he pulls the NV to him, and two of the exact same sword can be seen over his shoulder. One charred, plastic melted onto it, and the other in pristine condition.

He doesn't feel like he can carry either of them.]

I need to plan a funeral.

[A long pause, and his voice is clearly restrained.] And I think we need to investigate.

[No, he doesn't know that his NV is on for everyone to see. Feel free to tell him.]

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[When Genesis replies, his voice has the same somber tone-- heavy, yet so full of emotion. A part of him feels rage, while the other feels nothing but grief for a friend he had only begun to feel close to.]

I'll be home soon. Let's talk about this together.

[He doesn't quite know what to say, which isn't at all Angeal. The dreaded feeling of helplessness from everything that's gone on... From his own memory, to what happened to Genesis and then Asch and how Cloud had just seemed so content having a place on his own, even if it was for a bit, is all converging on him.]

The front door is unlocked.

I'll be there in a moment.

[And sure enough, at that moment, Genesis was approaching the front door of their home. Things did move faster on wing rather than foot, after all.]

[He hears the door open and looks up, pulling himself away from the kitchen table to go meet the other, small frown crossing his face as Genesis black wing takes up the room behind the man. He knows this isn't the time, but Angeal can't help but fell his worries about how the other had felt the week previous coming back to light. Logically, he knows it is a reaction to Cloud's death, the incessant need to reprieve the others helpless and need to protect them.

'Pull yourself together.']

Gen.

[Genesis quickly retracts his wing, feeling it slide back into his flesh before it regenerates, closing up around the opening. He needs to convince Angeal that he's well now, anyway. He doesn't feel the niggling sense of sheer jealousy anymore.]

Angeal.

[He steps inside and closes the door behind him. He approaches his partner, then.]

[What is there to say? They are all use to dealing with death, even close to them. this is just different, somehow. But even with all of this resting heavy above him, Anegal can't help but be concerned for his friend.]

Are you alright? [An obvious reference to the use of the man's wing, as it slides away, leaving a few feathers in the hallway.]

I am. No need to worry about me. I've gotten used to this.

[He settles beside the other man, putting his hand on his shoulder.]

And besides that, I should be asking you that question.

[Use to it. Angeal never summons his wing- but he supposes, Genesis has had more time to be comfortable with it.

At that hand on his shoulder he sags a little bit, defeated.]

...There was an explosion at the place Cloud and his friends were staying at last night. They didn't make it.

[Silently, Genesis moves to embrace his friend's shoulders from behind, pressing him to his chest tightly. A sense of heaviness falls upon him and threatens to choke him. Cloud. First Yazoo and Kadaj... and now Cloud.

He feels a profound sadness welling up within him.]

[It's hard, Angeal just isn't sure how he feels, how he should feel- everything is being felt all at once, and he knows that it isn't the best way to deal with it.]

I'm sorry. [He says, but he's not sure if it's for anything, or for everything.]

[Silently, Genesis accepts it. If this was the degradation, he would have gone out in full anger against anyone or anything that hinted their involvement in the incident. But he's had too much of rage and overwhelming emotions in the past week.

It was probably because of this that Genesis deals with this quietly for a change.]

We must investigate this.

We'll have to gather friends.

[They never did things on a small scale, after all.]

Allies. Those who are in the system. I'll try to find leads myself and take on more AGI projects.

You have to be careful.

[His fingers grip hard over Genesis' own. The other knows what he means. If something happens...]

Not to worry. I can work stealthily.

[He smirks. After all, that was part of why his Genesis war had held out so well against ShinRa's forces.]

[He knows, but at the same time, the words just don't help. Angeal half turns so that he can pull Genesis closer to himself, not caring that they were in the kitchen at the moment.]

[The movement pulls Genesis into a close and intimate embrace, his body pressed close against the other. Quietly, his fingers curl around Angeal's shirt, as if understanding this need for intimacy, reassurance, safety.]

The world will not be rid of me so easily.

I won't let it. [Maybe Genesis knows the lengths he went though to go after the other, before, maybe he doesn't, but Angeal knows that if anything ever happened to him or Sephiroth, or any of those he considered close friends...

It was hard enough as it was to hold himself back, now.]

I won't stand for it taking away one of our comrades either, Angeal.

You seem to be unaware, but -- everyone can see this. [She's not without sympathy in her voice. It was a pretty bad scene over at Brooke's, amd she can understand the pain of losing a friend.]

[That makes him start. Pulling the his Phone NV away to get a better look at the screen, it is indeed not the same person.]

Ah- My apologies. [He gives her a tired smile.] I should of paid more attention, Miss.

Nothing requiring an apology. It just seemed like a more personal message that you wouldn't want broadcasted to the city as a whole.

... My condolences on what happened to your friend. [As a cop, she should be dissuading this whole idea of you investigating yourself, but she won't. If she were in the same position, she'd do no different herself. She tries not to be a hypocrite.]

I suppose I would of had to tell his friends at some point.

[Not that he would of wanted to like this. There's a hint of a sigh from him, shown in the what his shoulder's slump.] Thank you, Cloud was a good man.

Yeah, but you probably wouldn't have delivered the news quite this way had you intended to.

[There's a pause, considering.] Without the explosion being ruled suspicious, there's not a lot I can do in an official capacity, but I'd still like to help, if you'll let me.

[She'll look into it anyway. This whole "accident" thing isn't adding up for her. And there's a friend of a friend involved, here.]

[Oh, wait. With the way he'd addressed her . . .] Sorry, we've never properly met. Celes Chere; I'm a friend of Genesis.

No, I was trying to contact a mutual friend.

[Her following words were good to focus on, though, and he nods to his NV.] I would like that. There was a similar incident, a few months ago- I don't quite feel like I helped enough then either.

[Maybe he could of prevented this one? No, now isn't the time for that.]

Ah, Miss Celes, Genesis is my housemate. [Best friend, brother in arms, all of those things. Any friend of his is someone Angeal knows he can trust, as well. ]

[Yeah, she pretty much knew that last bit already. Which is why she namedropped Genesis. So you'd know it's not some random stranger poking into your business.] Mm. I was at the housewarming back in February; I suppose we just never had the chance to talk then.

Similar incident . . . The Tifa Lockheart murder? [What is tact? Something she fails at half the time or more, obviously.]

I did have my hands full, my apologies. I'm sure we will have another chance to meet. [Even now, he can't not be polite to the woman though he might have every excuse to otherwise be distressed.]

...Yes, she was a friend of his. [A lesser man might of flinched, Angeal just winces a little, barley shown other than a twist of his mouth.]

[SINCE HE'S TRAPPED HERE, and now the reason Angeal's being so damn worry wart motherhen-ish is out in the open, it's time for Asch to say something. Unfortunately, Asch is about as blunt as a brick falling off the Empire State Building.]

So that's why you're being paranoid.

[He doesn't respond for a long moment at first, but does turn his attention away from the side by side swords to look at Asch.]

Is that what you would call it? [Simply a question asked, no bite to it or anything. Maybe he needs the distraction.]

[Asch made a face.]

What else would you call it?

Being careful, but I suppose that isn't enough.

[There had rarely been a time when Angeal is so solemn. He's well aware there was not anything he could do to prevent it, but at the same time...]

Then stop it.

[He paused a moment, making a face.]

...it's not like you could do anything about it.

I know that, I really do.

[He exhales slowly to control himself.] Unfortunately, it is a fact hard to accept when it involves friends.

Hn...

[He couldn't agree; he didn't really have friends to worry about. Well, Natalia, but she was probably safe and sound where ever she was.]

Just don't let it overwhelm you.

I'll be careful.

[But there isn't a promise in there. Angeal knows himself too well to promise something he can't keep.]

[Asch rolled his eyes, muttering, "Liar," under his breath, but not saying much else.]

[Sephiroth had been working late the night previous -- very late in fact, late enough that he'd come home not too long before predawn, silently climbing the stairs and falling gratefully into bed for a few hours' worth of sleep. As such he hasn't seen the news broadcast yet; Angeal's transmission is at the top of his NV when he checks the Network. He isn't even out of bed yet, choosing the faster way to answer as he tries to pull himself out of sleep.]

What. Happened.

[Cool, much too calm, and barely containing anger...Angeal will easily be able to recognize the Pissed Off General Voice. Two swords in the background, one clearly damaged...it isn't looking good from his point of view.]

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[There's another long moment of silence, because Angeal has to bring himself to say it.]

They called me to identify a body last night. Cloud's.

[That reply knocks him to silence and wakefulness all at once; Sephiroth is out of bed a moment later, padding down the stairs dressed in only sleep pants. He's looking for Angeal, to put a hand on the man's shoulder for whatever support he can readily offer.]

[There's been a lot of the two of them supporting each other over the past month, for one reason or another. Angeal wouldn't say that it has lost it's effectiveness, far from it, but in comparison to what had happened last night everything just seemed... fuzzy. Not quite reality. He knows it is just a way of dealing with things he doesn't want to, seen it happen multiple times to cadets under his command in Wutai. It was harder to process when you knew the faces involved, and knew that it was their friends caught in it as well.]

They told me it was from a gas leak. I'm not sure I believe it. [His hand comes up over Sephiroth's squeezing tightly.]

Bullshit.

[Sephiroth isn't given to cursing often, but the situation calls for it, in his mind. Cloud is similarly enhanced to them; he would have been able to smell gas leaking in plenty of time. But he's trying not to let those thoughts show too readily in his expression; Angeal doesn't deal with loss by turning to anger the way Sephiroth does, and it won't do to let his friend slip into concern over him as well.

In trying to keep most of the anger from his voice, it comes out tight and clipped instead, but he's trying.] We'll get to the bottom of this, Geal.

We have to.

[There was no doubt about it. Even if it was an accident, Angeal needs to know, to put his mind at rest at the least. He is remembering now the lack of ... really, anything done for Cloud's friend Tifa, more should of been done.

He can't let that happen again.]

I'll see what I can find out.

[After all, there had been rumor of AGI involvement in Tifa's death, those months ago. Now Cloud and his friend Nami...Sephiroth doesn't trust that it's entirely an accident, not with the way things are in the Port. And between the three of them left in the house -- four, if they count Asch; five with Himawari -- they should have enough connections to do some digging.]

I want to help, where should I start?

[Out of the three of them, Sephiroth is the best at tactical planning, and realistically, Angeal knows he is to affected right now to come up with anything past 'demand answers with force.' this he knows, because it has been running though his head for a good half hour now.]

Don't.

[Angeal is much too broken up to deal with this sort of a situation, to handle it as delicately as it needs. The man is probably too kind at times, too ready to open his heart for others -- but if he is, Sephiroth is too cold, keeping people too much at arms' length.]

Not now. Lie low; we can't all be known as poking around; anything that might be found will be pulled in tighter, go to ground. Let me get a lead or something first, a solid thread we can follow before we all jump into things.

[Himawari was out at the baseball field when she saw the news and this, so it’s a little bit late. Carefully she spoke, mostly because she didn't want to cry on the NV with him]

Angeal. If there’s anything I can do to help, I will. [Because she’s more apt to believe foul play over accident, especially where Cloud is concerned. Hima is a little networking fiend. She is already planning on snooping around for connections and information]

[Well now that the cat is out of the bag, he can't outright go back and erase what he had said-]

Thank you, Himawari. I'm not sure what you can do right now, but I will keep it in mind. [He will appreciate her help, he has to do something, after all.]

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