FINAL WEEK

[akudamods]

Starting Saturday, the layer of clouds in the sky is more solid than ever. Overcast, reflecting the neon light of the city. By Sunday, you'll see more colors than ever, as several new areas are added to the span of your probation. And some areas aren't, but might see an approach anyway. Do the pods containing six weeks of treatment daunt you in the slightest now that judgment awaits at the end of the fourth week? Though faithful treatment participants only experience flashes on the upper third of their bodies now, their counterparts will experience occasional waves of isolating existential coldness. Does your physically present overseer have anything to say for herself? Just remember one thing: Kanto is watching and waiting.

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[inspiritus]

[ ...Well, out of all of the people here, Sephiroth is not going to shy away from taking command as it were. Remember, you asked (okay, not really) for this.

Anyway, he's giving it some thought. How about something simple? ]

I command you to take one kneel on the ground, kiss someone's hand, and make a statement of your choosing about how eager you are to serve, or rather, please.

[hunterandhunted]

[The slightest of eye-twitches. Sephiroth certainly knows how to challenge him.]

I am a man of my word, yet! I will not cow before such silly demands.

[So who's he going to subject to this foolishness?

Rideaux is closest—likely enjoying his beverage—when suddenly Zenos approaches him and, with a flourish, drops down in genuflection. Without a word, he snatches the man's gloved hand in a near-vice grip, and bends forward to press his lips to those delicate fingertips without breaking eye contact. Then, in complete monotone:]

Dearest Rideaux, I would be most honored to serve you in whatever manner your heart desires. My purpose is to please your excellence.

[Hopefully that manner is putting an end to this!!!]

[pr159]

[ Oh, well, this is repulsive. But he's not opposed to hearing the words, blatantly insincere as they are.

He smiles before pulling his hand back. ]

Glad to hear it.

[hunterandhunted]

[Zenos returns a polite smile, though it's a bit tight.]

My pleasure.

[He stands and definitely wipes his gloved hand on his pants. At least their feelings are mutual...............]

[pr159]

[ ...

That particular action pisses him off a lot, actually, but rather than let it show too much, he just turns away and takes a sip of his drink. ]