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((OOC: Oh God...how would Sephiroth react to this? I'm not used to role-playing him... crying ))

Sephiroth's wonder soon turned to anger. He hated it when people bothered him. The general pulled himself up to his full height, glareing at the strange being in front of him.
"Go away," he said, "Leave me alone."

((OOC: Grumpy, ain't he?))

It was obvious that the--whatever--wasn't going to leave him alone any time soon. Sephiroth rubbed his eyes.
"If you want to wander around in some random abyss, find the next nearest cave," the general almost shuddered-that had not been a plesant experience. "Other than that, we're both stuck--unfortunately." he added the last part in an angry mutter to himself.

The general shrugged. "I made the mistake of underestimating my opponent." he said simply. "And, might I ask, what are you doing here?"

((OOC: In the final battle against Sephi-sama, you get once chance to hit him (Omnislash is thine savior!). That's the 'mistake' he made))

"Well, " Sephiroth sat back down, "Good luck finding someone in this Hellhole.

And Sephiroth got his words shoved back down his throat. He turned around, watching the approach of the strange armored man.
"I beg your pardon?" he asked.

((ooc: Ack, I did as well! LAME BRAIN! *Starts beating three with a stick*
Three: What'd I do?))

Three looked towards the newcomer, "Good luck finding someone in this Hellhole" He muttered to his black coated friend. "That looks like someone to me," He sneered.

He turned his attention on the newcomer, "I could ask you the same." He admitted, folding his arms across his chest in an attempt to look more imposing, despite the clear mess at his back.

((Ooc: Lmao! They do indeed, I love you really Animus!! smile ))

Three looked past his new armour clad companion to something he at first mistook for a mere mirage; but a second look told him that said mirage was drawing closer. A woman with shimmering dark hair moved towards them and the battle ready three tensed, a thunder spell ready in his hand. "That won't hurt me shadow puppet," A calm voice crooned and the woman moved directly in front of him. "Nothing can hurt me because I exist on another plane of existance to you."

Three had no idea at all what another plane of existance was, and being little more then a weapon he couldn't have cared less; he hurled the spell at her and it went right through. "Kuja certainly didn't gift you with much intellect did he?" She queried rhetorically. "I could have hoped for better then a dullard weapon and a genetic experiment and the other people that wander this plane but I shall have to cope with what I've been given."

None of what she was saying made sense to Three, whose principle concern for many years had been how he would get his revenge on a certain prototype Black Mage. "Something threatens all the planes, my sister to be more exact; about a month ago her mind turned to madness and all she wanted was to end the world. What you must do is work together and find a way to stop her plan."

Three shook his head, "Yes, because I'm going to work with anyone to bring down someone I don't even know or see as a threat." He muttered sarcastically, "Life and death and all that stuff doesn't mean anything to me, I was in limbo."

"Even limbo won't exist after what my sister has planned."

"Meh, it was boring anyway."

"I should have expected you to be self serving, you're a villian after all. I suppose you should both name your price."

The Waltz folded his arms across his chest, "No one can give me what I want," He claimed, his near full wing unfurling to it's full length.

"I can give life again, but only if you disreguard your petty desire for revenge,"

"Petty? Hhuuhh, what's the point in life without wanting revenge? And what's the point in living without my wings?"

The woman shook her head, "You're impossible but not without the possibility of redemption," She mused softly, taking a step towards him, she rested a hand on his wing but he did not feel her touch. "A show of my good intentions perhaps, but I need a promise from you."

"What?" Three was pretty much prepared to give anything to get his beautiful midnight blue wings back; even return to purgitory again.

"Stop trying to plot the mages downfall, it's your fault you lost your wings, not his. More immediately, I need you to protect something for me."

Three shuddered, why was it that things suddenly seemed to have taken a negative turn? "Protect what?" He queried.

"Your salvation; you will carry it with you and any act of pure self-serving will cause you a great deal of pain."

"I never asked to be saved, being how I am suits me just fine."

"You never knew any better before, what you hold is the promise."

Three was an idiot but he had noticed that she had changed tense on him, "What i hold?" He asked her, feeling angrier by the moment. "Your lucky i can't hurt you because right now you'd be ..." He trailed off to pure angry muttering.

"It is your promise to me that you'll stop being so argumentative and it's my promise that you shall be restored to life when my sister is killed."

A round of bitter muttering ended in; "... what the hell is this stupid thing anyway?"

"'This stupid thing' is your child, three."

The Waltz fell away to shocked silence and he sat down where he was, arms wrapped around his knees, rocking on his tail bone. "What is it that you want child of Jenova?" The woman turned her attention on Sephiroth once the Waltz was effectively nutralised. "What the Waltz holds is also part of your promise to me, any pain he feels will be felt by you too, bare what you want in mind carefully, for I doubt he'll feel any pain without returning it 10 fold."

((Ooc: MWAH HA HA! I am so evil!))

Three shot a bitter look towards the black clad figure. "Surely to send you there all your deeds in life would have to be rectified," The woman mused; eyes going to the Waltz. "But I suppose I asked you what you wanted and that seems fair enough. You're promise is added to three's, if he is hurt it will hurt you too."

"Oh great, I get to lug this thing around and he just breaks a nail when I hurt, fantastic," Three threw in bitterly, gaining a sharp look from the woman. "You're expecting me to sit here and accept this?"

"Will you please shut up?" She asked him and Three duckd his head, feeling a little shocked. "As i was saying Sephiroth, you need bare in mind Three's naturally volitile nature, he will not be an easy charge."

"What the hell kinda name is Sephiroth anyway." Three was muttering bitterly.