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Lucrecia had left Midgar, and Edge about a day ago in search of a certain red-caped man. She was beginning to worry,as he had been missing without a word for quite a while now. She had earlier found someone who was driving from Edge to Nehibelhem, and being the nice person they were, they allowed her to join along.

The truck pulled into the small town, as the two stepped out. Lucrecia smiled softly at the man. "Thank you so much. You are leaving back to Midgar tomorrow, right?"

"Yer right ma'am! " He tipped his hat with a friendly wink, before walking off, waving as he did. "I'll come find ya when we're on our way back, ya? "

Lucrecia laughed softly. He was strange, but he got her where she wanted to be. This was not her top destination, but she had to do it. This was the only place she knew of that he might have been in. With that, the women walked off through the town into the direction of the ShinRa Manor. Along the way, she passed the tree smiling ever so faintly at the memories. Placing her hand on the gates, she gently pushed them open and proceeded inside.

"Vincent?" Her voice called out, it was quiet. She didn't know who might be inside, or what. With that in mind, she picked up an old piece of wood from the ground before going up the stairs. "Vincent?" She called again, checking the rooms on the left, before entering the one on the right. He wasn't in any of them.

That same 'click' sounded again, as the wall opened up, Lucrecia falling right through as Hojo's claws slid down her arm, leaving a painful set of claw marks going down it, stopping just at her wrist.

"That's..not Hojo....Its not, It's not, It's NOT!!" Before he opened the door up again, she had better escape. Ignoring the pain, she hurried down the dark hall and ran as fast as she could up the stair case. Once she was out, she let the door close and hurried her way out of the manor through the gates, stopping to catch her breath as she tried to calm both her heart, and mind down. He wasn't just alive by computers, he -was- alive, and the way it sounded, he had made clones of himself. So finding him would not be a easy task.

Finally, she walked off to find a place to tend to her arm with. For having being a scientist, she was never good with blood. There was a small store near by, so she quickly headed inside.

"Excuse me..sir.." She asked the person behind the desk. The man nearly jumped as he saw the womens arm, before she got a chance to say anything, he ran down a few isles and grabbed a long gauze and cloth wrap with some tape.

"Goodness, what happened to ya? Here. Let me help.. Come with me. " He motioned for her to follow, flipping the sign to closed before he did and took her to the restroom where a sink was.

"Sorry! I just..ran into some trouble...I'm so sorry for bothering you.."

"Don't apologize, just take care of you're self next time. Don't tell me, You didn't go into that old Manor, did you?" The look on her face said everything. He knew there were monsters roaming that building, but he didn't know just what it was that caused the wound to the women. "That place is cursed! Never step foot in there." He sighed, carefully washing off her arm, and after drying it, he wrapped the gauze around it, sealing it with a cloth wrapping, and taping it together. "Ok, There you go. "

"Thank you..so much. I'm so sorry again. How much do I owe you?" She asked, resting her hand on her arm. He must have had some experience in the medical field to have reacted in such a way.

"Nothin'. Just don't go into that building again, Ya hear?!" Leading her out, he flipped the sign back to open and opened the door for her.

"I..wont.." For now, she wasn't planning on going back in there unless she was armed with something better then a old piece of wood. Lucrecia headed out of the building, only to enter yet another one. Over the years, all the towns and villages had grown a little bigger, and added more stores. This time, she needed to find a jacket or some sort so she didn't have such a unsightly wound showing. She found a red jacket, that almost looked like Aeriths but with long sleeves. Slipping it off the hanger, she slid it on and took off the tag.

Forcing a smile, she quickly payed for the jacket before walking out. She was going to be here a while, all this for nothing! It made her angry at herself for doing such a wreck-less thing. Lucrecia walked over to the tree she often had so many little picnics on with Vincent, and sat down into the lush green grass. The womens brown eyes closing as she leaned back against the grass. Eventually, she fell asleep.

(( Wee fun. Just had to think of some crazy, weird way to say our favorite mad scientist is still aliiiiveee... ))

(Well, Im not going to midgar right now, and the tower's empty, so... To nibelheim!!!!)

Suddenly, out of a dark, dead end alleyway inside the town, a robed figure walked out. No one had seen him enter, but they werent always watching, so nobody freaked out, especially since the figure hadn't done something crazy like start attacking people the way the monster's and many of the genova children would have. He walked into the center of town unimpeded, hood kept up as he looked around, taking in the site of the town, vision occasionally flashing as the memory's of his other tried to settle into place in his mind. The figure looked up towards the mansion, walking towards it, but paused at the main gate. This place, it had a feel to it. Darkness, evil, science. Each of these scents lingered here, mingling together, showing there connection to each other. He abruptly turned, walking towards the mountain path, stopping at the foot of the mountain itself, looking up it towards the mako reactor above. So, that is a gap. The figure thought as he saw the reactor, laced to his vision with tiny flecks of blue on its structure. To someone inside, they would find small blue crystals here and there inside and around the reactor, with a slightly heavier concentration near the actual mako tanks.

(Well crap, now there's a party at mideel I wanna bust in on, but my good excuse already died and got reabsorbed, and I had already decided there would only be him and his other currently...)

The figure had started up the path when something echo'd through the air. It was a word. it sounded like 'come' almost, although faint. After a moment of contemplation, he realized it had echo'd through psychic channel's, organic psychic channel's. He shoudnt be able to access those, he never had been, but he was sure that was what it had been. So, something about this world had caused some fundamental changes to him as well. He suddenly hears the sound of a truck engine turning over. or rather, coughing and sputtering into barely life. the thing didnt sound like it would run for long, but the odd part was that it was down here. The villager's had treated this place almost like anathema, never even passing the mansion. So what was a truck doing down here? He had checked, this was the only road out of this section of mountain, so whoever it was would be coming his way. His natural curiousity made him want to see them, so he stands in the middle of the road-path, and wait's, listening to the faint hum of the still echoing call underlying the engine sound.

The figure watch's the truck start drifting and sliding, violently out of control, a recovery impossible except for an extremly skilled driver. Or with some outside help. There is a flash of yellow, and the sound of screeching metal, and suddenly the truck is at a dead halt, the engine dead, but the truck intact and the person inside fine, if a little shaken. for them it would have seemed like a bright flash of yellow light, a jolt, then it would fade and there they were. The figure then starts walking towards the truck, wisps of silver hair, almost exactly the same as that of the JENOVA-touched like sephiroth, drifting out from under the face concealing hood as he does. That irritating echo was getting louder for him, but what was it for? The name Jenova circulates through his mind suddenly, and he pauses a few meter's from the side of the truck. Why had that name popped into his head... The man from earlier, sephiroth, had said that name.... the file's... it coudnt be a coincidence, too much was adding up.

The figure looks up from the dented side of the truck where his eyes had focused as his mind had been peicing together information, to the women inside of it. A name doesnt appear in his mind, to his relief. If it had, he would know this place coudnt be real, likely a simulation by one of his enemy's, trying to dissect his ability's to copy them then kill him. It still could be, but it didnt seem likely. Who was she? She seemed to have this little aura of self importance of someone who once had a decent amount of ability in some way, from ruling a star system, to simply being the leader of a company or other similar things. it was all relative. of course, he could just be seeing thing's, or misinterpreting. Then he realizes she had asked a question, which then processes through his insanely overactive mind. He considered the question for a moment, and decided to take it in the context that many people seemed to, a simple request for a name. Name's had never hurt him... no, they had, but not in a long time. "My name? It's Arcene." He says, although he makes no move to, well, move. The engine didnt seem to him like it was likely to start again without some assisstance. That irritating call was still increasing in volume, and it was starting to bore into his mind. he didnt like the feeling, not this... invasion.

"Glad to meet you Lucrecia. Where did you need to go?" Arcene asks as she gets out. He had nearly kiloled her, so the least he could do was offer to fix her truck if the place was close. He could, but it would take around an hour to get that engine up to anything approaching what he considered snuff. Shutting it down hadnt been hard, it had simply required a little finesse, which it appeared the mage's in this world had none of.

(Sorry about it being a bit short, but I need to go soon, and I dont wanna leave you stuck here.)