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towerofanimus2012-11-01 07:22 pm
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Entry tags:
005 | Cracking mirror of calm....
Characters: Sephiroth & OPEN
Setting: Backdated 31st October & 1st November, can be any time on either day
Format: Prose, though will try to switch if needed
Summary: 31st October - Happy Halloween. As the event approaches it's climax, Sephiroth's own mind has driven him toover paranoia and triggered fight/flight - in his case fighting he's much better at even if it does result in a massacre. 1st November - Calm after the storm
Warnings: Possible massacre ensuing in 1st part. I really should start marking all of Sephiroths entries at least with the standard; threat of violence.
BACKDATED 31st October (Dormitory 03-02 To Dormitory Hallways then Any Floor; please put which in your subject.)
[ooc: In case anyone wants to get any last death in before the end of the Event, if so PM me and we'll see if we can arrange in this thread.]
Sephiroth had awoken before anyone else in the dormitory. He had questioned his own judgment going back there to sleep the previous evening and as soon as he was able to sit up he wondered if he was still asleep. There was no power and everything was locked in eternal night. Indeed this would be the most dangerous day so far. He was mindful that the others in his dorm may be lurking in any of the shadows within the room so Sephiroth slowly, precisely got dressed and silently exited the dormitory and headed in the direction of the elevator; though if it wasn't working due to the lack of power-.
As soon as there was room, Masamune was summoned into existence and with it the bitter reminder of the anger that had sat at the back of Sephiroths mind for nearly the entire last week. The kicked-gut feeling whenever he thought of the collar checking against his will, twice he had now been foiled in trying to avoid them. The way they must be so proud of how they were controlling everyone within and without of their little Halloween game, playing them all like pieces on a chessboard.
It didn't take much wandering to think himself back into the frame of mind he'd been keeping such a tight control over. A puppet show without puppets couldn't go on, and Sephiroth was ready more than before to start cutting strings. Indeed, the first being, resident or monster to encounter him may be subject to this wrath but would that be the end of the impending massacre? The urge beat so strongly at the front of Sephiroth's mind that it had to be the only way. As far as Sephiroth had figured, they all had to die in order for him to have any chance of toppling the Tower. And if killing wouldn't provoke a reaction from them that he could use to his advantage, then it would be lesson learned but at least his mind would be clearer.
1st November. Floor 25; Meadow
He stared up into the ceiling of blue sky. Blue sky that couldn't be real. Sephiroth knew that, after all this floor was just like so many of the others; full of illusions. No matter how real the blades of grass felt as the light springtime breeze dragged them over the skin of his cheek as he lay there staring up at the sky. No matter how rich the earth felt underneath when he decided he'd better push himself up and survey his surroundings; well if anything was true about this place it sure kept his spacial awareness in check. Pushed the instincts that he could utilize to their limit.
What was the purpose of this room? Sephiroth had been musing upon that for a good few hours already. Surely this was one of the rooms that his elf-acquaintance had mentioned may be a place to find alternate food but it did just seem a vast field of grass from one horizon to the other. Besides, hunger was one of those things that Sephiroth felt comfortable ignoring. Sure it could be uncomfortable and on occasion noisy but it was indeed a mortal coil; Sephiroth understood now, though unsurprised eventually that his body could maintain itself and adjusted accordingly to his needs. Point to his cellular makeup. Something he did still have going for him.
Setting: Backdated 31st October & 1st November, can be any time on either day
Format: Prose, though will try to switch if needed
Summary: 31st October - Happy Halloween. As the event approaches it's climax, Sephiroth's own mind has driven him to
Warnings: Possible massacre ensuing in 1st part. I really should start marking all of Sephiroths entries at least with the standard; threat of violence.
BACKDATED 31st October (Dormitory 03-02 To Dormitory Hallways then Any Floor; please put which in your subject.)
[ooc: In case anyone wants to get any last death in before the end of the Event, if so PM me and we'll see if we can arrange in this thread.]
Sephiroth had awoken before anyone else in the dormitory. He had questioned his own judgment going back there to sleep the previous evening and as soon as he was able to sit up he wondered if he was still asleep. There was no power and everything was locked in eternal night. Indeed this would be the most dangerous day so far. He was mindful that the others in his dorm may be lurking in any of the shadows within the room so Sephiroth slowly, precisely got dressed and silently exited the dormitory and headed in the direction of the elevator; though if it wasn't working due to the lack of power-.
As soon as there was room, Masamune was summoned into existence and with it the bitter reminder of the anger that had sat at the back of Sephiroths mind for nearly the entire last week. The kicked-gut feeling whenever he thought of the collar checking against his will, twice he had now been foiled in trying to avoid them. The way they must be so proud of how they were controlling everyone within and without of their little Halloween game, playing them all like pieces on a chessboard.
It didn't take much wandering to think himself back into the frame of mind he'd been keeping such a tight control over. A puppet show without puppets couldn't go on, and Sephiroth was ready more than before to start cutting strings. Indeed, the first being, resident or monster to encounter him may be subject to this wrath but would that be the end of the impending massacre? The urge beat so strongly at the front of Sephiroth's mind that it had to be the only way. As far as Sephiroth had figured, they all had to die in order for him to have any chance of toppling the Tower. And if killing wouldn't provoke a reaction from them that he could use to his advantage, then it would be lesson learned but at least his mind would be clearer.
1st November. Floor 25; Meadow
He stared up into the ceiling of blue sky. Blue sky that couldn't be real. Sephiroth knew that, after all this floor was just like so many of the others; full of illusions. No matter how real the blades of grass felt as the light springtime breeze dragged them over the skin of his cheek as he lay there staring up at the sky. No matter how rich the earth felt underneath when he decided he'd better push himself up and survey his surroundings; well if anything was true about this place it sure kept his spacial awareness in check. Pushed the instincts that he could utilize to their limit.
What was the purpose of this room? Sephiroth had been musing upon that for a good few hours already. Surely this was one of the rooms that his elf-acquaintance had mentioned may be a place to find alternate food but it did just seem a vast field of grass from one horizon to the other. Besides, hunger was one of those things that Sephiroth felt comfortable ignoring. Sure it could be uncomfortable and on occasion noisy but it was indeed a mortal coil; Sephiroth understood now, though unsurprised eventually that his body could maintain itself and adjusted accordingly to his needs. Point to his cellular makeup. Something he did still have going for him.