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towerofanimus2013-12-13 12:06 am
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Log 028 | Still keeping an eye open...
Characters: Sephiroth & OPEN, #2 Closed: Lancelot
Setting: #1 - Infirmary Fl 2 [Backdated 8th Dec], #2 - Stadium/Arena Fl 50 [12th Dec], #3 - Dormitory Floors & 3-02 [13th Dec]
Format: Prose to start, taggers choice
Summary: #1 - Another failure at a skipped collar check, #2 - A spar with Lancelot, #3 - Patrolling/passing through Dormitory Halls and/or Inventory checking his Trunk for the first time in a while.
Warnings: None for now, other than Violence in #2. 'Usual' Sephiroth warnings to apply.
#1> Backdated: 8th December, Mid-afternoon. Infirmary Fl 2 - OPEN
The same old ceiling.
The same old subconscious check that all his thoughts were in order. The last recollection before he passed out, what floor he'd been on, what he'd been doing. That same old deeper check, that he still feels like himself. It was a Jason month after all.
The truth was it had all become too clockwork. His bi-monthly refreshing of power-repressing, soul-containing fluid completed and as was very common Sephiroth found himself waking up on a bed in the Infirmary shortly after he'd been dragged in. Two arms, two legs, no extra appendages and at least in control of his own actions - however it might be argued to the contrary. He bent his arm up and tucked his palm behind his head, idly fingering at the back section of his collar as once more Sephiroth allowed his thoughts to wander, there wasn't any rush today.
He could have gone willingly yesterday, and Sephiroth had specifically done so before when there wasn't work to be done the next day and he doesn't need to randomly lose consciousness. To look at and ponder the different looking retrieval unit in the room that he had never seen do anything remarkable despite Ganondorf's recently shared information. To study at the equipment out in the room, to mentally put theory on top of theory while he allowed his focus to drift away from the very invasive nature of his flushing. The proverbial pile of them inside kept on growing.
It hadn't been one of those days.
Soon. It has to be soon.
Sephiroth sensed movement nearby and it knee-jerked him out of his thoughts as it trip-wired at his extended awareness. He blinked the impression of the ceiling away from behind his eyelids as quickly he sat up and looked over in the direction that he thought something had moved. He grunted audibly as his new, silent, also collared companion slipped into view at the nearest doorway. The exact same one again, unless he was very much mistaken or missing small details. Doubtful, considering the fine tooth comb once-over he'd given the new supervisor when it had first became clear that they weren't rotating anymore. It concerned him greatly what the swap could be a precursor to, what the consequences could mean for the future - certainly it would be easier for one drone to learn his habits and tricks in losing his supervision, when compared to a rotating set of them. Troubling thoughts.
But was that the only presence his senses caught nearby? Sephiroth didn't let his gaze leave the doorway until he was sure. Whatever it could be, monster or resident, would make itself known eventually. Or his own paranoia might be starting to lie to him.
#2> 12th December, Late Morning. Stadium Fl 50 CLOSED: Lancelot
Sephiroth stepped out from the stairwell into the vast and this-time empty stadium. Then paused a few feet in after verifying that it was completely empty. Yes, this would do well for his purposes. He smirked lightly to himself as he continued a slow approach into the middle of the space, then looked slowly up towards the lights, down and around again; to make sure. Monsters could spring out of any dark corner at any time. It didn't seem that the one he had come here for was here yet. Sephiroth hoped that Lancelot hadn't lost his nerve since their last discussion.
The stadium had much more floor space, much more overhead space also when compared to the Gymnasium several floors below. There should be plenty of room to fully test out at each others' capabilities, and this floor was far enough 'off the beaten track' to lessen the chances of anyone else disturbing them. Perfectly situated near-enough half-way between calling elevator floors.
#3> 13th December Dormitory Hallways & Dormitory 3-02 - Tag: Hidetoshi & OPEN
Between his personal regime of at least two showers a day, trips to the various other floors of the Tower and/or Dormitory 3-02 at seemingly random intervals for collar-related work and/or personal research, and his late-night monster hunting; Sephiroth patrolling the Dormitory Hallways could not be an uncommon sight, by now, for many to behold.
It remained important to keep an idea about the residency of the Tower, and even just glancing at door panels as he passed them was a way to keep track of not only who specifically slept where, but also the volume of residents at any point. Despite the fact that Sephiroth slept two floors removed from the elevator point on a much emptier floor now; everyone had to go to Dorm Floor 1 for that reason. It was by far the most occupied of the Dormitory Levels as far as he could tell as well and therefore any excuse tostalk patrol the Hallways was a good one.
Today, on the back of one of these patrols Sephiroth retired to his Dormitory for a few moments. He set a large hardback book down on his bed and knelt down in front of his Trunk. It had been a long time since he'd done an inventory check, indeed ever since seeing retrieval's go through his trunk he'd hardly ever opened it; what would be the reason after all if everything inside were only Glamor. Even that impressive (but inert) gleaming black orb right in the bottom were really only made of film, made to taunt him. Every so often Sephiroth looked up; he ought to keep an eye out for Hidetoshi, after coming to an agreement that he had no intention of letting sit until the Tower fell apart around them.
Setting: #1 - Infirmary Fl 2 [Backdated 8th Dec], #2 - Stadium/Arena Fl 50 [12th Dec], #3 - Dormitory Floors & 3-02 [13th Dec]
Format: Prose to start, taggers choice
Summary: #1 - Another failure at a skipped collar check, #2 - A spar with Lancelot, #3 - Patrolling/passing through Dormitory Halls and/or Inventory checking his Trunk for the first time in a while.
Warnings: None for now, other than Violence in #2. 'Usual' Sephiroth warnings to apply.
#1> Backdated: 8th December, Mid-afternoon. Infirmary Fl 2 - OPEN
The same old ceiling.
The same old subconscious check that all his thoughts were in order. The last recollection before he passed out, what floor he'd been on, what he'd been doing. That same old deeper check, that he still feels like himself. It was a Jason month after all.
The truth was it had all become too clockwork. His bi-monthly refreshing of power-repressing, soul-containing fluid completed and as was very common Sephiroth found himself waking up on a bed in the Infirmary shortly after he'd been dragged in. Two arms, two legs, no extra appendages and at least in control of his own actions - however it might be argued to the contrary. He bent his arm up and tucked his palm behind his head, idly fingering at the back section of his collar as once more Sephiroth allowed his thoughts to wander, there wasn't any rush today.
He could have gone willingly yesterday, and Sephiroth had specifically done so before when there wasn't work to be done the next day and he doesn't need to randomly lose consciousness. To look at and ponder the different looking retrieval unit in the room that he had never seen do anything remarkable despite Ganondorf's recently shared information. To study at the equipment out in the room, to mentally put theory on top of theory while he allowed his focus to drift away from the very invasive nature of his flushing. The proverbial pile of them inside kept on growing.
It hadn't been one of those days.
Soon. It has to be soon.
Sephiroth sensed movement nearby and it knee-jerked him out of his thoughts as it trip-wired at his extended awareness. He blinked the impression of the ceiling away from behind his eyelids as quickly he sat up and looked over in the direction that he thought something had moved. He grunted audibly as his new, silent, also collared companion slipped into view at the nearest doorway. The exact same one again, unless he was very much mistaken or missing small details. Doubtful, considering the fine tooth comb once-over he'd given the new supervisor when it had first became clear that they weren't rotating anymore. It concerned him greatly what the swap could be a precursor to, what the consequences could mean for the future - certainly it would be easier for one drone to learn his habits and tricks in losing his supervision, when compared to a rotating set of them. Troubling thoughts.
But was that the only presence his senses caught nearby? Sephiroth didn't let his gaze leave the doorway until he was sure. Whatever it could be, monster or resident, would make itself known eventually. Or his own paranoia might be starting to lie to him.
#2> 12th December, Late Morning. Stadium Fl 50 CLOSED: Lancelot
Sephiroth stepped out from the stairwell into the vast and this-time empty stadium. Then paused a few feet in after verifying that it was completely empty. Yes, this would do well for his purposes. He smirked lightly to himself as he continued a slow approach into the middle of the space, then looked slowly up towards the lights, down and around again; to make sure. Monsters could spring out of any dark corner at any time. It didn't seem that the one he had come here for was here yet. Sephiroth hoped that Lancelot hadn't lost his nerve since their last discussion.
The stadium had much more floor space, much more overhead space also when compared to the Gymnasium several floors below. There should be plenty of room to fully test out at each others' capabilities, and this floor was far enough 'off the beaten track' to lessen the chances of anyone else disturbing them. Perfectly situated near-enough half-way between calling elevator floors.
#3> 13th December Dormitory Hallways & Dormitory 3-02 - Tag: Hidetoshi & OPEN
Between his personal regime of at least two showers a day, trips to the various other floors of the Tower and/or Dormitory 3-02 at seemingly random intervals for collar-related work and/or personal research, and his late-night monster hunting; Sephiroth patrolling the Dormitory Hallways could not be an uncommon sight, by now, for many to behold.
It remained important to keep an idea about the residency of the Tower, and even just glancing at door panels as he passed them was a way to keep track of not only who specifically slept where, but also the volume of residents at any point. Despite the fact that Sephiroth slept two floors removed from the elevator point on a much emptier floor now; everyone had to go to Dorm Floor 1 for that reason. It was by far the most occupied of the Dormitory Levels as far as he could tell as well and therefore any excuse to
Today, on the back of one of these patrols Sephiroth retired to his Dormitory for a few moments. He set a large hardback book down on his bed and knelt down in front of his Trunk. It had been a long time since he'd done an inventory check, indeed ever since seeing retrieval's go through his trunk he'd hardly ever opened it; what would be the reason after all if everything inside were only Glamor. Even that impressive (but inert) gleaming black orb right in the bottom were really only made of film, made to taunt him. Every so often Sephiroth looked up; he ought to keep an eye out for Hidetoshi, after coming to an agreement that he had no intention of letting sit until the Tower fell apart around them.
#2 Stadium Fl 50
There is another Shadow under the harsh lights of the Stadium, this one cast at a seemingly impossible angle. The black mist of it twists in the air a moment-- before resolving itself into Lancelot.
He wears no armor as yet, only his habitual dark suit. His gloved hands are empty, Adonright invisible at his side.]
Sephiroth.
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-oh.
Stance relaxes, Masamune swept around and tucked up under his forearm - the blade like a great pincer extending up the back of his whole arm only to come away passed his head. Silver head nods an acknowledgment.]
Impressive.
Ancient Tag: Feel Free to Ignore If You Wish!
[As he bows his head in return, Arondight appears in Lancelot's hand, the Mist surrounding the Knight vanishing as if dispersed. Lancelot's own blade is dark, its surface scored with lines like runes, and behind them, a faint glow of embers-- chains cross the hilts and mounts, black with age, or something else entirely.]
As you are dressed for Battle, I concede to go Armored or without at your pleasure. What say you, Sephiroth?
I will never Ignore!!
[Though, it doesn't look like Lancelot has brought any armor with him. Then again he didn't have his own sword a moment ago either. Something else they have in common it seems, the ability to summon equipment from nothing; Sephiroth wonders for a moment as he eyes that dark, rune-d blade, if perhaps the catalyst that allows them to do this is similar as well.
This spar is one that he has wanted to explore for a great many months.]
Are there any other conditions that we should agree on beforehand?
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[Dark and hulking, a red light glaring from its helm, the scourges that adorn it waving in an unfelt wind, the armor manifests for a moment, as if held in readiness, before vanishing entirely.]
-- and as you wear no armor of your own, I will be as you see me now.
[Sephiroth's sword is like a streak of light-- though he familiar with such weapons now, he never saw it's like in life. After a moment's consideration, The Dark Knight gives his answer.]
I can think of none-- save to say that it be understood we do not seek each other's lives.
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[Sephiroth spreads his stance and flicks Masamune back around so that the blade is facing Lancelot. Perfectly keen the edge sings the air as it's passed around and up into his signature ready stance.
The great long sword pointed similarly to a great pincer, down from his shoulder in his opponents' direction.]
Even if we are still to learn of each others' limit.
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[Lancelot inclines his head as he brings Arondight up before his face, Her flat towards Sephiroth. It is a formal gesture, somehow antique, and the Knight breaks it by bringing the long-sword up to Guard.
Even stained, chained as she is, she is beautiful to him-- his Foster-Mother girded her on him with her own quicksilver hands.]
Then let us learn so, Sephiroth.
[His own stance assumed, Lancelot feels the pleasure of the anticipation before battle.]
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And let loose he will, but not yet.
Sephiroth inches carefully forwards and around Lancelot until he is in range to sweep at the knight with Masamune. Then proceeds with his first, initial three-sweep at range - testing swipes to see how Lancelot reacts.]
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When the stroke comes, he feints a step to the side-- then moves forward into the arc to block.
The sound of the strike echoes in the vast space.]
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This would be a spar that they could both take something away from. To better both of their own fighting styles.
The blades met noisily and echoed around the floor. Scraped and then Masamune sung once more as it was disconnected and swung away - only to be brought back in abruptly and lunged forwards like a giant stinger.]
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His own weapon is not made for close fighting, but Sephiroth's is even less so. Arondight held at a ready shoulder height, he will attempt to check the man's shoulder with his own, to send him back a step and break his stance.]
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Shoulders connect, though Sephiroth's only armor takes the majority of the impact. His stance is knocked but only fleetingly before he takes exactly the required step back to regain it. Expertly keeping Masamune's edge away from him as Sephiroth turns to follow with a swift knee up into whatever part of Lancelot's frame he can get into.]
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Their breathing is the only sound in this place-- that and the scrape and rush of their swords and feet. Still there is no first Blood. If his strike fails to find its target, Lancelot will draw back into another stance-- but he knows very well that with his speed and the reach of his weapon, it would be unwise indeed to allow Sephiroth too much distance from him.]
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Lancelot will find his blade will touch leather but there is suddenly not the follow-through feeling of slicing into flesh; no blood taints the air still either. Sephiroth dodged to follow Arondight's low slice and then, with the smallest urge of telekinetic support he willed himself over the blade. It wasn't even a jump, it's as if there were an invisible stair he stepped over.
Where Lancelot draws back into another stance but is mindful not to let Sephiroth get distance, this is exactly what Sephiroth attempts now - spreading into a wider stance so that he could fall back and deliver a two handed swipe once there is the room.]
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Again, Lancelot rushes him. This time not to test his reach, or to break his stance, but to bring Sephiroth down to his knees. Quicker than human sight he moves, only to slide feet first towards the taller man, beneath his blade, his aim to bodily take Sephiroth's legs out from under him.
Preferably before he can land his strike.]
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Lancelot's feet crash into Sephiroth's shins and he finds he must sweep Masamune's edge away from him as with one hand he must meet the floor before his face does.
Arondight finds it's mark just a fraction lower than Sephiroth's armor on one side. Slicing leather and the flesh of his upper arm just above the elbow as Lancelot passes. Sephiroth is quick off of the floor however and almost bounces back up and away from his opponent with a similar agility.]
Hope you're still up for this!
Even so, the long, bright Sword never wavers. Sephiroth's hand is sure, his arm an extension of his Will.
Having rolled to his feet, Lancelot holds his ground, awaiting what he knows must surely come soon-- the moment Sephiroth feels he has taken Lancelot's measure.
The moment the spar will begin in earnest.]
...gimme a few to get back into this...
He leaps into a more sustained attack at Lancelot, Masamune carving up the space between them in a five-chained attack.]
Please, take your time!
He gives ground to the attack, taking more than one step back under the onslaught before rushing forward once more.
His aim is to gain enough space in which to swing his Blade. Unlike Sephiroth's thorn-shaped weapon, She was not made for thrusting.]
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Then, at the end, Lancelot rushes forwards and Sephiroth has to retreat. They are both locked into longer-ranges on account of their weaponry, but he's not scared to let Lancelot have the room required to swing at him. Sephiroth has speed to dodge with well enough, as well as the finely tuned tactical mind to tell when to do so.]
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Red light in his eyes, Lancelot comes swiftly and in earnest, his teeth bared. Arondight's blade cuts an ascending arc before him-- and hums through the air as it descends, as his feet leave the floor in a leap designed to add momentum to the strike.]
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Sephiroth spread his stance as Lancelot leaps up into the air, folding the flat edge of Masamune down between outspread arms with the tip-end rested on one of his cuffs. Ready to take the impact of Lancelot's oversized blade when it connected.
Even so, Sephiroth wasn't prepared for the ferocity in such a maneuver and hitched his breath as the same connected. He bent knees and kept his back strong though - pretty much balancing Lancelot there in a mid-air block for a split second before pushing back with a pinch of his telekinesis behind it, enough to lift Lancelot into the air once more so Sephiroth had room to drop Masamune away and follow with a spinning kick to the other man.]
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He reappears quite suddenly, and quite close, a split second passing before the Shadow dissipates and his Sword reappears in his hand. Having had ample opportunity to build momentum, he swings for Sephiroth's waist.
Lancelot is enjoying himself, and it likely shows on his face as a grim kind of Pleasure. It is pleasant to have an opponent he need not be concerned with Overwhelming to the point of Killing.
He believes it could be done, but would require more effort by far than is expended in a spar.]
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But he was expecting some kind of precursor to Lancelot's re-appearance and there isn't any. Sephiroth has hardly any time to react before that large sword comes swinging totally for his middle. He has to step back and twist to the side as far and as quickly as he can so that it doesn't slice into him - that would have been a fatal blow if it had. Masamune is brought in a block that stretches down his entire side, impressive indeed that such a slender blade can resist the momentum behind the larger one.
Not for long though, as Sephiroth used the block to correct his balance enough to step back further. He grinds the edge of his sword along Lancelot's and once at the best angle disconnects and goes for a sweeping head-slice. He knows now that Lancelot will block - and so their spar continues.
Sephiroth's pleasure with this spar grows as it goes on but there is no mistaking that satisfied gleam in his eyes. He has truly found a partner that can keep up, at last. The only regret; that he had not suggested this sooner.]
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It is a fair enough fight, after all-- at least in its seeming, here and now.
They clash a few turns more, the noise a deafening racket, before Lancelot seeks once more to unsettle Sephiroth. On his very next rush forward, he takes his opponent's form-- right down to the gleam in his strange eyes. Even the great, long span of Sephiroth's sword, raised to shoulder height in a mirror of Sephiroth's piercing stance, has a twin.
But when he speaks, it is in his own Voice.]
Guard yourself.
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