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towerofanimus2012-10-18 08:21 am
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003|| Who do you think you are?
Characters: Sephiroth [Part 1: Closed unless you want to spectate as it's very open to an audience. Possible Tag: Cloud atouchofstrife if you're close enough to pick up the Jenova cells turn-off. Part 2 & 3: Open at any time]
Setting: Various Floors. 14th October. Then 17th - 19th October
Format: Prose & Action (will match)
Summary: Sephiroth's first rebellion & the aftermath, then much reading in the library
Warnings: Nudity/Shower time included (in case it gets graphical). Possible Violence. Will otherwise edit as necessary
1) Collar Check up Day: Corridors Dorm Level 3, then eventually 2nd Floor Infirmary (Early 14th October, day after the last Violet collar check up day)
Sephiroth hadn't turned up for the collar check yesterday and he felt damn good about it. Take that so- called rulers of the universe. There was no way, no way he'd willingly walk into a room to lie down and take whatever it was they did to a person in there. The very idea of being 'messed' with or otherwise experimented on made Sephiroth's stomach turn and twist around in knots to an almost sickly level; he knew
it was the ghost of memories lost that made him feel such a way but that just gave him a reason even more to avoid it at all costs. Never mind that it was perhaps the most invasive way of anyone exerting control over anyone. Well they wouldn't control him, he was the puppet master, obsessed with his own control; his own destiny. His ego was swollen with pride, having avoided the Halloween game, maybe they'd figured they should just leave him alone.
Waking early on the Sunday Sephiroth went about getting dressed with the intention of heading down to the Cafeteria for some breakfast. Pumpkin-associated food was getting about as interesting as eating cardboard by now but Sephiroth now had a plan. Legolas had suggested there may be floors in the Tower where he could find something to kill that may be edible or gather something that wouldn't kill him. Ever self-sufficient Sephiroth knew he had to find out more about sort of wild foods might be available before he went and picked
something that would kill him. Handily enough, Xehanort had mentioned that there were two libraries in the Tower (at least, that was as far as he knew after all) so this seemed the logical next step. Plan for today.
He'd clad himself in all of his usual (and only) outfit, since he was sure it felt a little colder than it had when he first arrived and also he wanted to be prepared for anything. Perhaps a little more apprehensive since he knows he broke a rule. If they wanted a fight, bring it on. Sephiroth stepped out into the corridor and, confident but cautious, headed for the stairwell. Turning a corner Sephiroth stopped as if he'd hit a wall. There was a figure, right by the entrance to the stairwell; it glowed red at its throat and Sephiroth just knew it was staring right at him.
Reflexively, Sephiroth flexed his left hand in the way that would usually summon Masamune from nothing to his hand. But no familiar weight then followed. "No." Was whispered as Sephiroth's pulse stopped before starting to pick up pace, natural panic beginning to take hold as he came to the realization that they maywell have turned off his powers. He risked to take a glance down to confirm this suspicion and in the second he did so the figure was suddenly right there in front of him. The figure hadn't moved as such as appeared, it had to have been a teleport for sure.
Without hesitation Sephiroth followed by putting all of that practise at the punching bag to use, and swung a powerful left hook at the red-collared figure. Eyes widened as he watched his fist go right through the figure as if he wasn't even there, Sephiroth's body followed with the force and knuckles just touched the corridor wall before he was slammed hard into the wall, front first, from behind with such sudden force enough to knock the wind from his lungs. He fought to take a ragged breath as he glanced to what was behind him. Confirming his suspicions: there were actually two of them, red from the collars reflecting in his eyes as he felt one of them yank his head back by his hair while the other took a grip around his collar and then his world quickly blurred into blackness.
2) Later 14th October
Infirmary 2nd Floor [Open]
[Someone turned a light on. Black turned to white behind Sephiroth's eyes and a moment later he woke to the whitened surroundings that could only be in a clinical environment. He took a gasping breath for air as the last things he recalled came shooting back with a vengeance. All of the opportunities he'd had to at least run from them first, how he'd just let them take him, the fact he didn't -need- Masamune in order to put up a fight just kicked at his ego. Never mind that the retrievals were impossible to hit, he was too damn shocked to have done anything about it. Sephiroth resolved that they wouldn't be so lucky next time.]
[After a quick check over himself to make sure everything was intact the realization deemed on Sephiroth that he had no idea how long he'd been out for. Was it morning still or later afternoon now? More to the point, what had they done when they brought him here? Sephiroth started to feel sicky the moment his mind wandered into the experimentation box but more determined than ever that it won't happen again, he waited for said nausea to pass before getting up and heading on with this plan for the day.]
Cafeteria [Open]
[It'd only been an hour after he left the Infirmary, but Sephiroth felt dirty now. Violated and not in the least bit happy about it, adding it to one of the many reasons he needed to take revenge; on everything. Not even eating, he cupped a hot pumpkin tea in his hands as if the warmth would somehow take the edge of the anger he was feeling, in order that he could claw back that feeling that he was in control of himself. How dare they, didn't they know who he was? Sephiroth was glaring at anyone that dared to come close, even if they haven't done anything to him.]
Showers! (Dorm Level 3) [Open]
[Unable to bear it any longer, Sephiroth had headed straight for the showers after his pumpkin tea had gotten cold. Scalding hot water reddened his usually pale skin as he proceeded to scrub his skin raw. Only then for sure would any remnant of that feeling, or that Infirmary smell be permanently cleansed from him. No matter how many times he washed his hair through and through, each long silver lock seemed to remember too keenly the feel of that hand around it; reminding him again and again of the events of the morning. Eventually accepting at least that this new trauma would have to fade with time rather than be scrubbed from him. Frustrated he smacked a palm against the side of the shower stall and turned the water off. He'd drip- dry this out rather than chance dressing just yet, lest the leather itself remind him.]
3) Study bug: Floor 21, Floor 20, Floor 19. There has to be something in these books.
-17th Oct: Mid-morning - Early Afternoon (Floor 21, Floor 20, Floor 19)
[Elevator. Floor 21. Stairwell. Floor 20. Sephiroth took a moment to pause and survey the surroundings on this floor. With its unstable ramp winding out into the open air Sephiroth took the opportunity to take a deep breath of the air that came wafting in for lack of any outside walls. Curious as he was to where the winding, crumbling ramp led this would be a task for another day.]
[Once in the library, Sephiroth went about finding any books, and learning what he could on edible plants and general techniques for trapping game, despite if they were specifically to do with what would be in the Tower or not. If the forest and meadow floors were anything like Legolas made them out to be, then the edible things he should be able to find had to be similar across all worlds. Otherwise how would he have known what was safe to collect or not. Right?]
-18th Oct Mid-morning - Late Afternoon (Floor 19)
[Next day, another day of studying. Sephiroth was a little irked at one point when he'd re-entered the library and found that the books he'd been looking at the previous day were not where he left them. So he'd had to spend more time re-finding the books that he found yesterday. This enabled him to see more of the library as the books weren't on the same shelves he'd found them last time. Noting in particular the sections of books just missing; as if someone had purposefully removed them. Noting logically what subjects they would be on, Sephiroth found this typical. Why would they make it so easy, if one should wish to find out more about where they were, why or any other logical question? His mind wondered later in the afternoon back to how they had treated him, how betrayed he'd felt by that, how he wasn't going to let them get away with it. Ironically at one point in the afternoon, this feeling stirred a memory he didn't think about too much anymore but still had retained; the last time he was in a library like this, he'd discovered that which had made him feel exactly the same way. Was it this floor putting that thought in his head?]
-19th Oct Late Afternoon - Evening (Floor 19, Floor 20)
[Another late afternoon spent reading in the library. Hadn't he been like this last time he'd been obsessed with finding answers? He's not sure anymore if he's already covered the book he's reading at this moment or if it's some sort of variation of another book like it. Sure he's read about all sorts of ways to determine if plant life is safe to eat or not, and he's read about some simple traps he could set up in a wilderness. However Sephiroth knew that he wouldn't be able to really test this knowledge until he took the time to visit the so-called 'meadow' and 'forest' floors that Legolas had mentioned. Something he resolved to do soon. Sometimes Sephiroth's interest would wonder from the topic, picking up a book on a completely unrelated (but not so un-related) topic. Such as how to prepare said meats, fruits and roots etc in order to make them edible.]
[He left the library later than he thought he should have on the 19th. Indeed by the time he ascended to Floor 20 he could hear the monsters scratching about. Deciding this might be a few minutes well spent, Sephiroth entered the floor from the stairwell and charged for the first monster he saw. At least whatever the red-collars had done to him hadn't been permanent and so Masamune was ready and capable as he'd always relied on it to be. Collecting his candy on the way back to the stairwell, Sephiroth didn't hang around long on Floor 20 before heading back to 21 and the elevator]
atouchofstrife if you're close enough to pick up the Jenova cells turn-off. Part 2 & 3: Open at any time] Setting: Various Floors. 14th October. Then 17th - 19th October
Format: Prose & Action (will match)
Summary: Sephiroth's first rebellion & the aftermath, then much reading in the library
Warnings: Nudity/Shower time included (in case it gets graphical). Possible Violence. Will otherwise edit as necessary
1) Collar Check up Day: Corridors Dorm Level 3, then eventually 2nd Floor Infirmary (Early 14th October, day after the last Violet collar check up day)
Sephiroth hadn't turned up for the collar check yesterday and he felt damn good about it. Take that so- called rulers of the universe. There was no way, no way he'd willingly walk into a room to lie down and take whatever it was they did to a person in there. The very idea of being 'messed' with or otherwise experimented on made Sephiroth's stomach turn and twist around in knots to an almost sickly level; he knew
it was the ghost of memories lost that made him feel such a way but that just gave him a reason even more to avoid it at all costs. Never mind that it was perhaps the most invasive way of anyone exerting control over anyone. Well they wouldn't control him, he was the puppet master, obsessed with his own control; his own destiny. His ego was swollen with pride, having avoided the Halloween game, maybe they'd figured they should just leave him alone.
Waking early on the Sunday Sephiroth went about getting dressed with the intention of heading down to the Cafeteria for some breakfast. Pumpkin-associated food was getting about as interesting as eating cardboard by now but Sephiroth now had a plan. Legolas had suggested there may be floors in the Tower where he could find something to kill that may be edible or gather something that wouldn't kill him. Ever self-sufficient Sephiroth knew he had to find out more about sort of wild foods might be available before he went and picked
something that would kill him. Handily enough, Xehanort had mentioned that there were two libraries in the Tower (at least, that was as far as he knew after all) so this seemed the logical next step. Plan for today.
He'd clad himself in all of his usual (and only) outfit, since he was sure it felt a little colder than it had when he first arrived and also he wanted to be prepared for anything. Perhaps a little more apprehensive since he knows he broke a rule. If they wanted a fight, bring it on. Sephiroth stepped out into the corridor and, confident but cautious, headed for the stairwell. Turning a corner Sephiroth stopped as if he'd hit a wall. There was a figure, right by the entrance to the stairwell; it glowed red at its throat and Sephiroth just knew it was staring right at him.
Reflexively, Sephiroth flexed his left hand in the way that would usually summon Masamune from nothing to his hand. But no familiar weight then followed. "No." Was whispered as Sephiroth's pulse stopped before starting to pick up pace, natural panic beginning to take hold as he came to the realization that they maywell have turned off his powers. He risked to take a glance down to confirm this suspicion and in the second he did so the figure was suddenly right there in front of him. The figure hadn't moved as such as appeared, it had to have been a teleport for sure.
Without hesitation Sephiroth followed by putting all of that practise at the punching bag to use, and swung a powerful left hook at the red-collared figure. Eyes widened as he watched his fist go right through the figure as if he wasn't even there, Sephiroth's body followed with the force and knuckles just touched the corridor wall before he was slammed hard into the wall, front first, from behind with such sudden force enough to knock the wind from his lungs. He fought to take a ragged breath as he glanced to what was behind him. Confirming his suspicions: there were actually two of them, red from the collars reflecting in his eyes as he felt one of them yank his head back by his hair while the other took a grip around his collar and then his world quickly blurred into blackness.
2) Later 14th October
Infirmary 2nd Floor [Open]
[Someone turned a light on. Black turned to white behind Sephiroth's eyes and a moment later he woke to the whitened surroundings that could only be in a clinical environment. He took a gasping breath for air as the last things he recalled came shooting back with a vengeance. All of the opportunities he'd had to at least run from them first, how he'd just let them take him, the fact he didn't -need- Masamune in order to put up a fight just kicked at his ego. Never mind that the retrievals were impossible to hit, he was too damn shocked to have done anything about it. Sephiroth resolved that they wouldn't be so lucky next time.]
[After a quick check over himself to make sure everything was intact the realization deemed on Sephiroth that he had no idea how long he'd been out for. Was it morning still or later afternoon now? More to the point, what had they done when they brought him here? Sephiroth started to feel sicky the moment his mind wandered into the experimentation box but more determined than ever that it won't happen again, he waited for said nausea to pass before getting up and heading on with this plan for the day.]
Cafeteria [Open]
[It'd only been an hour after he left the Infirmary, but Sephiroth felt dirty now. Violated and not in the least bit happy about it, adding it to one of the many reasons he needed to take revenge; on everything. Not even eating, he cupped a hot pumpkin tea in his hands as if the warmth would somehow take the edge of the anger he was feeling, in order that he could claw back that feeling that he was in control of himself. How dare they, didn't they know who he was? Sephiroth was glaring at anyone that dared to come close, even if they haven't done anything to him.]
Showers! (Dorm Level 3) [Open]
[Unable to bear it any longer, Sephiroth had headed straight for the showers after his pumpkin tea had gotten cold. Scalding hot water reddened his usually pale skin as he proceeded to scrub his skin raw. Only then for sure would any remnant of that feeling, or that Infirmary smell be permanently cleansed from him. No matter how many times he washed his hair through and through, each long silver lock seemed to remember too keenly the feel of that hand around it; reminding him again and again of the events of the morning. Eventually accepting at least that this new trauma would have to fade with time rather than be scrubbed from him. Frustrated he smacked a palm against the side of the shower stall and turned the water off. He'd drip- dry this out rather than chance dressing just yet, lest the leather itself remind him.]
3) Study bug: Floor 21, Floor 20, Floor 19. There has to be something in these books.
-17th Oct: Mid-morning - Early Afternoon (Floor 21, Floor 20, Floor 19)
[Elevator. Floor 21. Stairwell. Floor 20. Sephiroth took a moment to pause and survey the surroundings on this floor. With its unstable ramp winding out into the open air Sephiroth took the opportunity to take a deep breath of the air that came wafting in for lack of any outside walls. Curious as he was to where the winding, crumbling ramp led this would be a task for another day.]
[Once in the library, Sephiroth went about finding any books, and learning what he could on edible plants and general techniques for trapping game, despite if they were specifically to do with what would be in the Tower or not. If the forest and meadow floors were anything like Legolas made them out to be, then the edible things he should be able to find had to be similar across all worlds. Otherwise how would he have known what was safe to collect or not. Right?]
-18th Oct Mid-morning - Late Afternoon (Floor 19)
[Next day, another day of studying. Sephiroth was a little irked at one point when he'd re-entered the library and found that the books he'd been looking at the previous day were not where he left them. So he'd had to spend more time re-finding the books that he found yesterday. This enabled him to see more of the library as the books weren't on the same shelves he'd found them last time. Noting in particular the sections of books just missing; as if someone had purposefully removed them. Noting logically what subjects they would be on, Sephiroth found this typical. Why would they make it so easy, if one should wish to find out more about where they were, why or any other logical question? His mind wondered later in the afternoon back to how they had treated him, how betrayed he'd felt by that, how he wasn't going to let them get away with it. Ironically at one point in the afternoon, this feeling stirred a memory he didn't think about too much anymore but still had retained; the last time he was in a library like this, he'd discovered that which had made him feel exactly the same way. Was it this floor putting that thought in his head?]
-19th Oct Late Afternoon - Evening (Floor 19, Floor 20)
[Another late afternoon spent reading in the library. Hadn't he been like this last time he'd been obsessed with finding answers? He's not sure anymore if he's already covered the book he's reading at this moment or if it's some sort of variation of another book like it. Sure he's read about all sorts of ways to determine if plant life is safe to eat or not, and he's read about some simple traps he could set up in a wilderness. However Sephiroth knew that he wouldn't be able to really test this knowledge until he took the time to visit the so-called 'meadow' and 'forest' floors that Legolas had mentioned. Something he resolved to do soon. Sometimes Sephiroth's interest would wonder from the topic, picking up a book on a completely unrelated (but not so un-related) topic. Such as how to prepare said meats, fruits and roots etc in order to make them edible.]
[He left the library later than he thought he should have on the 19th. Indeed by the time he ascended to Floor 20 he could hear the monsters scratching about. Deciding this might be a few minutes well spent, Sephiroth entered the floor from the stairwell and charged for the first monster he saw. At least whatever the red-collars had done to him hadn't been permanent and so Masamune was ready and capable as he'd always relied on it to be. Collecting his candy on the way back to the stairwell, Sephiroth didn't hang around long on Floor 20 before heading back to 21 and the elevator]
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"There's no catch, I made a network post a couple of weeks ago offering it for anyone to use or copy when I finished it, but you weren't here then, and it looked like you would be interested." He gave another small smile, "How do you know about Turks? Are you from Gaia?"
This is progress. Honest!
Sephiroth regarded Shion slowly, eyebrows furrowed a little in the middle as he thought this through. He thought Shion was a little young to be a Turk actually so how- ah, Reno. So ShinRa were expanding their influence here in the Tower, did that mean that they were involved on some level?
"Yes." Maybe all the young guy needed was the truth to be told. "What did Reno tell you about the Turks?"
And this one is so much Reno's student it's painful
Shion opened his mouth to answer the question, but remembered Reno telling him he should go to him if he met anyone from Gaia, or anyone who knew about Turks.
He froze for a moment, because he didn't want Sephiroth to distrust him even more, but he didn't have an answer he could give, so he gave another smile. "He told me Turk's don't answer questions like that."
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Same old ShinRa. Same old self-elevated arrogance. Sephiroth still wasn't convinced that the kid really knew what he was signing up for but it seemed he wouldn't be swayed. Old hatred was so easily stoked considering what he had gone through only days before. He forced himself to swallow, fully aware and in control of the heat that was building right underneath his skin.
"No they don't." Sephiroth answered and forced himself to return the smile. He rose to his feet, careful to not let the seething monster underneath show in his eyes. He held his hand out, as if to take Shion up on his offer of borrowing the book. "Well, thanks."
Should Shion approach, he would find himself with the book ripped out of his grasp and pinned with his face against the tabletop with an arm twisted hard back and up. Sephiroth's hold was unyielding, silent though for the moment.
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To find himself smashed against the table moments later, Shion struggled, kicking out in an attempt to break the grip. "Let go of me!" He kicked but didn't move his torso, his arm was in too much of a precarious position.
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"I should kill you, just for coming near me." Sephiroth's tone was dark and meaningful. Maybe now he could finally get some sort of revenge for whatever those red-collars did to him. That would teach them to come after him in the first place, damn ShinRa. The temptation was almost too much to bear.
With his other hand he grabbed the kid behind the collar and forced him back upright to his feet, making sure that the book was out of his reach.
"But since you've decided to be so helpful, consider this a warning." Releasing Shion's arm from behind his back, Sephiroth pushed him forward to get the distance needed. Masamune, instantly wielded carved a neat upward slash at Shion a second later.
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The panic grew as his collar was grabbed but Shion did his best to focus, to be ready for whatever was about to happen. It wasn't easy and relief went through him when he was let go of. He stumbled but turned to face the man.
And leaped backwards a moment later, he had no weapon on him but he tried to move so the desk was between him and the man. "Why..."
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In a moment of clarity, Sephiroth kicked his foot up onto the edge of the table and pushed so that it would slam into Shion.
"Because Turks deserve nothing less."
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"Why do you hate us?" He didn't move yet, though he was ready to roll out of the way if that sword came towards him again; and really who needed a sword that long?
His eyes darted around, planning on running.
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All it had needed was a trigger, ever since that morning a few days ago, when he'd been cornered
and hadn't been able to get out of it. Never mind the undercurrent outrage he'd been tangling with over and over since he arrived here. The questions that, try as he might he couldn't figure out on his own.As if predicting Shion's next move, Sephiroth launched a false-lunge at Shion and then dragged the length of the sword to the side; the only space where Shion could have rolled out of range to.
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His eyes darted round again, trying to work a way out of this. He was backed into a corner though, the only way out would be past the silver haired man.
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Sephiroth relaxed his stance and stepped back and away from the corner, his unarmed hand waving the boy towards the door.
He would take a final swing for the back of the knees though if Shion wasn't quick enough.
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He was two floors up before he finally put the pieces together; the giant sword, the silver hair, the raging anger at the mere mention of the Turks...
He sunk to the floor, even more surprised he had lived.