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towerofanimus2012-05-15 12:35 am
intemperiae) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-15 12:35 am
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Characters: Sephiroth and whatever unlucky individual happens to be present/cross his path
Setting: Begins on the Dorm level, moves to the First Floor, finishes on Sixth Floor
Format: I'm partial to prose, but tagger's choice
Summary: ShinRa's General just found his sword. Hint: It was in his trunk, in four separate pieces. :/
Warnings: Just as soon as he can get away from anything important and/or breakable, Sephiroth's temper is going to explode. Materia will be blazing out over the forest on Floor Six; enter at one's own risk, at least until he calms down.
Those infernal bastards dared. Kneeling before the odd-looking trunk at the end of his assigned bed, Sephiroth stared inside with wide, unbelieving eyes. Ignored were the more common items packed tightly within, but the dullness of unpolished silver twinkled sullenly from the trunk's far corner.
The Masamune, Sephiroth's beloved blade, the only weapon he'd ever held aside from training blades when he'd been just a cadet in SOLDIER...lay in four jagged pieces, flat, unlovely, broken.
He reached inside to reverently pick up each, fingers trembling minutely, sitting back on his heels when all four pieces lay in his arms, its killing song seemingly silenced forever. Incredulity washed over him, only to be quickly replaced by a slow simmering fury. They had dared! Sephiroth snatched up a towel and gently wrapped the broken blade in it, rising to his feet quickly, not really seeing the dorm room; red swam in his vision.
Out the door and to the elevator, wrapped bundle in his arms and thunder brewing in MAKO eyes, he strode down the hallway with death-knell strides, sparing not a sideways glance for anything but his destination. The first floor was insufficient. ShinRa's tall General swept through the rooms briskly, normally stoic countenance dark with barely contained rage. He finally located the stairwell and took the steps two and three at the time, temper escalating with every giant stride.
Reaching the Sixth Floor, he stepped through its door, took stock of his surroundings, placed the bundle down carefully, then stepped away and towards the dark trees. The bangle on his arm flashed with surging power as Sephiroth's rage hit the materia; the silver-haired SOLDIER disappeared into the dark fire and crackling storm.
Setting: Begins on the Dorm level, moves to the First Floor, finishes on Sixth Floor
Format: I'm partial to prose, but tagger's choice
Summary: ShinRa's General just found his sword. Hint: It was in his trunk, in four separate pieces. :/
Warnings: Just as soon as he can get away from anything important and/or breakable, Sephiroth's temper is going to explode. Materia will be blazing out over the forest on Floor Six; enter at one's own risk, at least until he calms down.
Those infernal bastards dared. Kneeling before the odd-looking trunk at the end of his assigned bed, Sephiroth stared inside with wide, unbelieving eyes. Ignored were the more common items packed tightly within, but the dullness of unpolished silver twinkled sullenly from the trunk's far corner.
The Masamune, Sephiroth's beloved blade, the only weapon he'd ever held aside from training blades when he'd been just a cadet in SOLDIER...lay in four jagged pieces, flat, unlovely, broken.
He reached inside to reverently pick up each, fingers trembling minutely, sitting back on his heels when all four pieces lay in his arms, its killing song seemingly silenced forever. Incredulity washed over him, only to be quickly replaced by a slow simmering fury. They had dared! Sephiroth snatched up a towel and gently wrapped the broken blade in it, rising to his feet quickly, not really seeing the dorm room; red swam in his vision.
Out the door and to the elevator, wrapped bundle in his arms and thunder brewing in MAKO eyes, he strode down the hallway with death-knell strides, sparing not a sideways glance for anything but his destination. The first floor was insufficient. ShinRa's tall General swept through the rooms briskly, normally stoic countenance dark with barely contained rage. He finally located the stairwell and took the steps two and three at the time, temper escalating with every giant stride.
Reaching the Sixth Floor, he stepped through its door, took stock of his surroundings, placed the bundle down carefully, then stepped away and towards the dark trees. The bangle on his arm flashed with surging power as Sephiroth's rage hit the materia; the silver-haired SOLDIER disappeared into the dark fire and crackling storm.
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Not long before he finds the raging man. Neither Kuja's
stolentrousers or his short white undershirt is singed, but his eyes glint with some temper of his own."Do you mind? Whatever has happened, I'm sure it doesn't warrant all this"