towerofanimus | 004 | Something has to break

Characters: Sephiroth & Open
Setting: 22nd October; Floor 3 Library & ANYTIME between 23rd - 26th October; Floor 38
Format: Prose to start, Action if it's easier.
Summary: This Halloween game has gone far enough! On top of everything else that's happened since his arrival Sephiroth's anger is starting to boil over. He will not accept to be a puppet in this show and may well take anyone who tries his already strained patience
Warnings: Not-so-cool and in control anymore but with a broody facade. Possible violence, death (if Ok'd), mutilation & homicidal tendencies.

22nd October, Floor 3 Library: (End of the candy hunt...)[ooc: After this.]
Sephiroth was near ready to put a fist through the terminal by the time he was done but scratchings nearby drew his attention first. A group of three Miniblin were scuttling along the nearby corridor of bookshelves and seemed to have picked up his scent. It was times like this that made him wonder if perhaps he shouldn't try to keep as clean as he was, the monsters may be less drawn to him.

Thankfully they couldn't have been better timed, Sephiroth being helpless just caused him to get more angry easier. As cliche as it was he needed to vent at -something-. He needed to figure out how to end the game before the number of mutilated residents outnumbered even those that hadn't been selected. Surely if there were no more candy collectors, then the game would be turned on those who hadn't first been involved. This is why he'd kept his own small stash of candy in the closet in the dormitory, only to wake yesterday and find it all gone. He'd considered hunting down his roomates in case they had stolen it but no one had been there when he'd woken and considering the size of the Tower they could be anywhere. How he could keep himself one step ahead of their keepers now was a question for much consideration and the short network messages hadn't made it any clearer. The only way, it seemed, was to follow his natural instinct. Destroy them all.

Three miniblin later and Sephiroth felt even more sure of the plan. Only the little voice of logic in the back of his head telling him that this could be exactly what their keepers want him to do kept his growing homicidal tendency in check. He had to have a reason; the reason right now was becoming a violent need to exert his willpower over others here and more importantly to make a statement to their keepers that he won't be bullied around or cornered quietly. No specimens, no experiments. No games. Then maybe he could try to get to the bottom of what was going on in this place.

ANYTIME between 23rd - 26th October; Floor 38 (Approach with caution.)
Sephiroth had a prior resolution to check out the so-called meadow and forest floors for hunting, now that he'd done the research and obtained a very convenient book from Shion as well he should be all set to venture out. However every day that he intends to head down from his morning workout in the gymnasium to find said floors he ends up caught in the floor just beneath the gymnasium. The view through the glass windows just draws his gaze and holds it. The rolling fields of fog beneath this floor outside, the sky lit up occasionally with the constant thunderstorms within the clouds above. Thunder that echoed Sephiroth's mood and lightning that threw all the colors into stark white for a split second, eliminating shadows.

Several times, Sephiroth wandered closer to the glass for a closer inspection of outside as if it might hold some answers. Maybe the weather itself calmed Sephiroth down to a certain extent but occupying his mind this way put a hold on his mind wandering to more violent instincts, instincts he couldn't allow to be sated lest the very inevitability of him snapping was part of some game. He knows that collar check up is going to be tomorrow and just like last time he fully intends not to be cooperative. And if that meant putting other residents or monsters in the way then he would do just that. No calling any shots this time, Sephiroth would be ready for anything.

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[... Ah. He could catch the edge of that anger, and took a few respectful steps backwards. There was no need for fighting amongst themselves at the moment - at least among those who still had their senses.]

Indeed. It seem to be even more vast than the towers we hath seen built in the land we are from - though we suspect there be some sort of technological advancement that allows this.

[He was curious, honestly, to feel out where the power and the intentions of others in this place were. All the better to protect Mami, after all.]

[... As well as any other mortals he deemed worthy of protecting.]

[Smart enough to back off without a 'what was wrong' or 'can i help'; not bad.]

Towers are structurally weak by their design. Even ivory ones.

[Sephiroth was only musing. He didn't yet have a plan. Another lightning bolt illuminated their floor momentarily. Dimming the glean of Sephiroth's eyes to whiteness just until the shadows took over again.]

[He wasn't stupid enough to attempt tearing it down, complex as this place was. It's foundations had to be similarly complex. But it had to have a foundation...]

[Fou-Lu chuckled darkly. He'd had the same thought himself.]

If thou art able to find the correct stone to pluck from the structure, the entire thing shall come toppling down upon itself. 'Tis only a matter of finding it.

[Structures of power worked the same way. He'd seen enough to prove that during those ten years of war. Eliminate the key generals and strong warriors and there was nothing to prevent you from pushing the entire thing over.]

Edited 2012-10-30 04:01 (UTC)

Exactly.

[Sephiroth chuckled also, of course why should he be the only one to have figured that the inevitable end to this arrangement would be the destruction of the Tower.

A particular fork of lightning outside of the window caught Sephiroth's attention away from his current companion. For the moment it didn't seem like there was any threat from them, though Sephiroth remained like a spring under tension; ready to move if needed.]

Do you think the means to finding that one stone would be somewhere here? [An honest question, couldn't hurt to ask.]

Such a point be always evident to those who doth spend enough time searching in the correct locations. Said location has yet to be found, at least on our part, but we hath confidence it exists.

'Tis not as if we hath worry of growing too old to find it.

[Though the faster he could find it, the faster he could get back to where he was. He had no illusions that such an act would likely mean he could never see the farmer again, but he always knew his time with her was limited.]

But then there is the question, what happens next? What awaits for us, out there?

[Sephiroth's gaze is drawn back outside, the seemingly endless thunderstorms dancing for as far as the eye can see.]

Or to destroy this place would be to shatter the illusion and all would return to their homes? And then what if our worlds are truly gone?

... 'Tis not an easy question to answer. 'Tis one that even the gods doth struggle with. If we art to return home and find it gone, those that can shall make of the nothing a new world for themselves. If we art to remain in this world, then those that can shalt make their place in it. Those that cannot, or that are corrupt and wilt lead the civilization towards destruction shall die or be eliminated.

I'm not comfortable living with 'if', the question bears too much consideration perhaps. Maybe if we stopped looking for the answer it would become clearer -

[Sephiroth made a frustrated noise and smacked the palm of his hand on the glass on the inside of the window. He couldn't bear with his mind going around and around the same theories, the same questions. He couldn't figure out what exactly he should be dedicating his time to in this place and the way the administration liked to flex their muscle and shoulder his own independence away from him was simply unacceptable. However the idea of breaking out and somehow going home, Sephiroth wasn't entirely sure that would do him any favors either -

One thing was for certain. He had to break the system.]

... Thy frustration be echoed by many here. We shalt find a way out of this place. Of that, thou canst be certain.

[There was no other answer. It wasn't a matter of 'if'. It was a matter of 'when'. He could deal with what came after when it arrived.]

... What be thy name? We art Fou-Lu, God-Emperor of the Fou Empire.

[A name and a title. That made him pause and consider first. Sephiroth could put a title on the end of his own name if he wanted to but it hadn't really been necessary back on Gaia.

But then again, he wasn't there anymore was he? But then did he really want to be so open in giving details about about himself in a title. This particular individual hadn't given Sephiroth any reason to reveal such things just yet.]

Sephiroth.

[He'd spent a long time with people knowing who he was. It's still strange to him that in this place only Mami knew to react to his title - and she was the one person he didn't want to react that way to it.]

A pleasure.

I'm sure.

[The following silence hung. Small talk didn't seem to be for either of them. Sephiroth dragged his eyes over the details of Fou-Lu again in the gloom, trying to figure where it was exactly the heavy presence that he felt as coming from. Green eyes like dimly lit orbs in the darkness

As if 'God-Emperor' wasn't enough to go on.]

004 | Something has to break

No problem, I understand completely. :)

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