depressionnap: (there must be)
vampire larper ([personal profile] depressionnap) wrote2025-08-03 12:59 pm

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nonvoting: (dangling like a thread from you)

[personal profile] nonvoting 2025-08-04 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ "that far back" is an interesting response, one that prompts tseng's eyebrows to lift slightly—but it's immediately apparent vincent isn't inclined to elaborate on the details. that's probably just as well. tseng knows the broad strokes of what's to come, up to and including his own possible demise, and he isn't sure it would serve anyone to dig too much deeper.

instead he exhales a small, amused noise and says, ]
What did he tell me? Almost nothing. But when I inherited the directorship from him I gained access to all Turk mission and personnel files.

[ and then he'd read them all like the freak he is, which means that he at least knows what was in vincent's file: his involvement in the jenova project at nibelheim manor, how he became hojo's test subject, the chaos contained within him, the assistance he provided verdot and the turks before returning to his long-ass depression nap in the nibelheim manor basement. ]

Is there something you think I should know, in particular?
nonvoting: (just how much i miss you sometimes)

[personal profile] nonvoting 2025-08-08 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ in some ways, it's better that tseng learned what he could from the files. verdot was many things, but not always a paragon of truthfulness, especially when it came to the less savory truths about the turks and what they do, the atrocities that had shinra's fingerprints all over them. the files, on the other hand, were moderately—moderately—less likely to have been tampered with.

the warning does make tseng lift an eyebrow, though. there are a number of things about vincent's story that could be considered warnings. ]


Generally speaking, or is there a part you'd like me to heed in particular?

[ tseng asks, only for the loudspeaker overhead to crackle to life to remind them that they're meant to be fucking in this little ferris wheel car. tseng sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose. ]