Title: Feedback Fandom/original: Final Fantasy VII, mercverse AU Characters: Sephiroth, random house mates Rating: G Word count: 186 Notes: For 15_minute_fic. Cross posted to chofi. I think this is even more of a "She awoke in a white room" thing than another thing I did for 15_minute_fic.
Silver bowl, clear water, open mind. Even with all the preparations, Sephiroth did not trust himself to see anything. Scrying was a tricky business, muddy even at the best of times. Years of training to interpret symbols and their derivations, to get yourself into the open-yet-still-aware state preferred to see, to actually find something.
It was almost like any other type of magic, sinking into some other place and pulling out what was needed. Rather than a jet of flame or his sword, it was information.
Silver bowl, clear water, open mind.
A television, somewhere in the reaches of the penthouse. A flurry of conversation and applause. A thumping rhythm of fists, feet, and limbs against padding, or wood. An earlier Sephiroth, another Sephiroth, would have cursed the noises, the noisemakers, and gone about working said curses.
The present Sephiroth, this Sephiroth, reminded himself that he was sharing a home, and the rest had right to do as they wished.
A muffled shouting match in... was that Costero? and gasps, growling and more strikes.
Even if working a few curses was looking more and more attractive.