Not Portal; while the spell was unpredictable and did sometimes open at random, there was a portal, hence the name. It's easy to accept that assessment and dismiss the possibility in the same moment, he'd reached the same conclusion.
On several fronts. He knew what zu were, he knew they didn't travel in large flocks or mixed-species flocks, and they didn't spawn tornados. Sephiroth crosses one leg over the other, gaze turning back to the open end of the truck where rain's still sheeting down, absently running the tip of his tongue over his teeth where he can feel differences.
The changes made him uneasy. Scales he could hide or remove, but what else had changed besides that and his teeth? "New breeds of monster turn up frequently."
Which didn't explain the rest. Vincent's friend, whoever that is, seemed to be in a similar position to Zack, one of them misplaced in time. "That ... fits observation."
He sounds reluctant to agree to that, an undercurrent of disquiet to the low rumble of words. "There's at least one other here with a similar story and I have no reason to disbelieve it." The slow coil of tension unease causes is subtle but there. "With only circumstantial evidence, I believe we may all be outside our expected time and at some point in the future." There's implications to that he doesn't like, the future came with knowing in a few years something happens that drives a perpetually sunny man to outright rage.
"The technology on some of these vehicles is beyond what Shinra is capable of, and it's not new to those cars and trucks." He's not much inclined to ramble at length, by the way the sense of reluctance grows, but Vincent seemed like he might also have a good set of observational skills. "The convoy is likewise advanced, and the decaying devices in the diner seem out of date, borderline antique for where they are, but modern to my experience." Radios, ceiling fans, some vehicles, some machines.
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On several fronts. He knew what zu were, he knew they didn't travel in large flocks or mixed-species flocks, and they didn't spawn tornados. Sephiroth crosses one leg over the other, gaze turning back to the open end of the truck where rain's still sheeting down, absently running the tip of his tongue over his teeth where he can feel differences.
The changes made him uneasy. Scales he could hide or remove, but what else had changed besides that and his teeth? "New breeds of monster turn up frequently."
Which didn't explain the rest. Vincent's friend, whoever that is, seemed to be in a similar position to Zack, one of them misplaced in time. "That ... fits observation."
He sounds reluctant to agree to that, an undercurrent of disquiet to the low rumble of words. "There's at least one other here with a similar story and I have no reason to disbelieve it." The slow coil of tension unease causes is subtle but there. "With only circumstantial evidence, I believe we may all be outside our expected time and at some point in the future." There's implications to that he doesn't like, the future came with knowing in a few years something happens that drives a perpetually sunny man to outright rage.
"The technology on some of these vehicles is beyond what Shinra is capable of, and it's not new to those cars and trucks." He's not much inclined to ramble at length, by the way the sense of reluctance grows, but Vincent seemed like he might also have a good set of observational skills. "The convoy is likewise advanced, and the decaying devices in the diner seem out of date, borderline antique for where they are, but modern to my experience." Radios, ceiling fans, some vehicles, some machines.