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[theshortestbird]

"Hey, you've reached Tim. I can't pick up right now, but leave a message and I'll get back to you when I can."

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[theshortestbird]

What did you do back home, in your world? If you don't mind me asking.

[soldierfirst]

You can ask. [Because really, Lee had mostly hired him on his rank, or so Sephiroth thought. It would probably come out sooner or later.]

I hold the rank of General. Back home, I worked for a company called ShinRa, as part of a program called SOLDIER.

[theshortestbird]

[Huh. Hadn't expected that.]

So was it like the army? Like, a private army for a company?

[soldierfirst]

Not 'like' an army, it was an army. For a company large enough and powerful enough to be as a country itself. [There's no bragging in Sephiroth's voice, simply the honest truth.] There was the regular army, yes, but SOLDIER is...a little different.

[theshortestbird]

What made it different?

[soldierfirst]

Genetic re-engineering. I've been... altered. [That most telling of his creation, the slit-pupiled eyes, flicked up to meet Tim's for a moment before turning to his drink again, raising the cup for another sip.] Some people will always feel a need for weapons, and not all weapons are made of steel.

[theshortestbird]

...It's not legal to test on people back home, for me. But... I guess that's not a problem in other places. Did it make you a better fighter?