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towerofanimus2012-11-18 11:54 pm
neverbeamemory) wrote in towerofanimus2012-11-18 11:54 pm
006 | Time to get to it....
Characters: Gymnasium: Sephiroth & OPEN. Dormitory 03-02: Sephiroth, Master Xehanort & Odagiri Hidetoshi [Possible Open if anyone had reason to invade].
Setting: Gymnasium Floor 39: Any morning 19th - 23rd November. Dormitory 03-02: 19th November, Mid-Afternoon.
Format: Prose & Action, I'll match
Summary: Gymnasium: If there is one thing Sephiroth will always do, it's waste time making himself better. Dorm 03-02: This could be the start of something, an opportunity for sharing thoughts, ideas and possible plotting.
Warnings: Possible hating on the admins. Also usual risk of violence. Will keep updated as it progresses
Gymnasium:
[Maybe, just maybe. He might be developing a routine. Is that a good or a bad thing? Sephiroth doesn't know if this is his control keeping his mind occupied or indeed if he's been set up for this, he tries not to think too much about it recently. It's a big downward, paranoid spiral to consider layers upon layers of what is illusion and what is reality; having to just get on with the fact that there is a collar permanently fixed around his neck is enough of a reminder.
Of course, he wants to find answers. However else could he decide to accept or reject any of the ideals of this Tower he was stuck in. But it would take time for theories to develop, for facts to be learnt. He had to be patient, he had to keep his mind as clear as possible and that meant doing things to resist the urge to brood too much. He had also recently learned that quite possibly he may not be the superior being in this place. And so, almost every morning Sephiroth can be found pounding away at the track, launching precise strikes at the punching bag, or carefully pumping weights. Not every morning though, and of course not always the same routine. That would make him too predictable.]
Dorm 03-02:
Life in the dormitories and sharing his sleeping space had turned out not to be so difficult. Being such an early riser, usually Sephiroth could quietly slip away out of the Dormitory before the other residents he shared with were awake. That suited him just fine, first out and last back most of the time except on the morning after the inevitable collar-check that he seemed to have made clear that he would attempt to boycott every time if that's what it took to find a weakness in the system. Sephiroth had trouble sleeping anyway knowing well what such a vulnerable state such sleep was, and not knowing too much about the other residents that he shared with. He didn't think that the kids would become a threat; such children would only become a problem if they somehow got in his way or if he ended up somehow opposing them. Thankfully, from the couple of occasions he'd spoken with Xehanort the older man didn't seem inclined to cause him any grief either.
It could have been a lot worse. Sleep had started to come a little easier since he'd taken to reading a little in the evenings. At the Mountains of Madness was proving an enthralling, yet somewhat confusing read. Not that Sephiroth was illiterate in anyway at all, far from it. It was more that he didn't have any background knowledge of this world called Earth and so in order to understand sometimes chapters were re-read so that he could be sure within his own imaginaton how he envisioned this strange world. Tohko was right, HP Lovecraft did have a very particular way of writing that was for sure. If Sephiroth found he was running out of patience with the fiction there was the other book that lived on his bedside table. Well it wasn't really a book but more like a pile of papers bound together with string. It contained Shion's 'survival 101' compliation on known fungi, plants and berries within the Tower. Sephiroth had yet to check out the Forest on Floor 32, as he was naturally suspect to follow anyones research other than his own. After all, the admins could have changed everything since Shion found out all this information. The would-be Turks sources could be questionable as well.
By this afternoon, Sephiroth had worked out, cleaned up and found himself drawn back to the Dormitory to re-read a chapter of the fiction he had decided not to persue the previous evening. At least it would give his long silver hair the chance to dry off fully before he went off in persuit of anything else today. Long leather trenchcoat was draped across the end of the bed and pauldrons placed almost like an ornament on the top of the chest before Sephiroth had drawn all of his hair forward over one shoulder and sat up with his back against the headboard to continue reading At the Mountains of Madness. Occasionally he would run fingers idly through his hair to work any knots out that would inevitably tangle as the otherwordly, shiny silver mass dried off.
Setting: Gymnasium Floor 39: Any morning 19th - 23rd November. Dormitory 03-02: 19th November, Mid-Afternoon.
Format: Prose & Action, I'll match
Summary: Gymnasium: If there is one thing Sephiroth will always do, it's waste time making himself better. Dorm 03-02: This could be the start of something, an opportunity for sharing thoughts, ideas and possible plotting.
Warnings: Possible hating on the admins. Also usual risk of violence. Will keep updated as it progresses
Gymnasium:
[Maybe, just maybe. He might be developing a routine. Is that a good or a bad thing? Sephiroth doesn't know if this is his control keeping his mind occupied or indeed if he's been set up for this, he tries not to think too much about it recently. It's a big downward, paranoid spiral to consider layers upon layers of what is illusion and what is reality; having to just get on with the fact that there is a collar permanently fixed around his neck is enough of a reminder.
Of course, he wants to find answers. However else could he decide to accept or reject any of the ideals of this Tower he was stuck in. But it would take time for theories to develop, for facts to be learnt. He had to be patient, he had to keep his mind as clear as possible and that meant doing things to resist the urge to brood too much. He had also recently learned that quite possibly he may not be the superior being in this place. And so, almost every morning Sephiroth can be found pounding away at the track, launching precise strikes at the punching bag, or carefully pumping weights. Not every morning though, and of course not always the same routine. That would make him too predictable.]
Dorm 03-02:
Life in the dormitories and sharing his sleeping space had turned out not to be so difficult. Being such an early riser, usually Sephiroth could quietly slip away out of the Dormitory before the other residents he shared with were awake. That suited him just fine, first out and last back most of the time except on the morning after the inevitable collar-check that he seemed to have made clear that he would attempt to boycott every time if that's what it took to find a weakness in the system. Sephiroth had trouble sleeping anyway knowing well what such a vulnerable state such sleep was, and not knowing too much about the other residents that he shared with. He didn't think that the kids would become a threat; such children would only become a problem if they somehow got in his way or if he ended up somehow opposing them. Thankfully, from the couple of occasions he'd spoken with Xehanort the older man didn't seem inclined to cause him any grief either.
It could have been a lot worse. Sleep had started to come a little easier since he'd taken to reading a little in the evenings. At the Mountains of Madness was proving an enthralling, yet somewhat confusing read. Not that Sephiroth was illiterate in anyway at all, far from it. It was more that he didn't have any background knowledge of this world called Earth and so in order to understand sometimes chapters were re-read so that he could be sure within his own imaginaton how he envisioned this strange world. Tohko was right, HP Lovecraft did have a very particular way of writing that was for sure. If Sephiroth found he was running out of patience with the fiction there was the other book that lived on his bedside table. Well it wasn't really a book but more like a pile of papers bound together with string. It contained Shion's 'survival 101' compliation on known fungi, plants and berries within the Tower. Sephiroth had yet to check out the Forest on Floor 32, as he was naturally suspect to follow anyones research other than his own. After all, the admins could have changed everything since Shion found out all this information. The would-be Turks sources could be questionable as well.
By this afternoon, Sephiroth had worked out, cleaned up and found himself drawn back to the Dormitory to re-read a chapter of the fiction he had decided not to persue the previous evening. At least it would give his long silver hair the chance to dry off fully before he went off in persuit of anything else today. Long leather trenchcoat was draped across the end of the bed and pauldrons placed almost like an ornament on the top of the chest before Sephiroth had drawn all of his hair forward over one shoulder and sat up with his back against the headboard to continue reading At the Mountains of Madness. Occasionally he would run fingers idly through his hair to work any knots out that would inevitably tangle as the otherwordly, shiny silver mass dried off.
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The Planet was, is mine to rule. Or destroy. I was- [He swallowed forcibly, talking about defeats of any sort had their own bite.]
People like to delay the inevitable. I came here after such a hiccup. I'm still unsure which outcome I would fight for, here.
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[Kariya didn't pick up on any indecision on Sephiroth's part. Who wouldn't want to get home?
But when Sephiroth went on, Kariya blinked. That wasn't the kind of answer he'd been expecting. He's met some people with grandiose goals, but this...? For the first time, he begins to feel worried about Sephiroth.]
To destroy the world? Why would you want to do that?
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[He didn't much like thinking about Jenova and how he might now truly be the only legacy if the Planet were gone. He would eternally use the gifts she granted him for whatever goal he set his sights on, though it all seemed rather hollow if there were no Planet left to rule.]
-They stopped her.
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That can't be right. Why did you have to start over? Wouldn't innocent people be hurt? Even if things aren't right, you can always try to fix them.
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[Sephiroth shrugged before continuing.]
You can only try to fix things so many times.
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[Sephiroth's obviously from a different world, but Kariya's sure that much be true of where he's from, too.]
You can try to fix them again. If you're so powerful, you could make things better for people. Help them.
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[Sephiroth wasn't going to accept that. In his opinion, the entire human race is heavily flawed. It's not in his nature at all to help anyone, he's much too self-centered.]
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[There's a bitterness in his voice. His own powerful family had done nothing of the kind.]
Using it to subjugate or hurt people, it's wrong. It's just cruel.
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[So simply put it was as natural as breathing. Sephiroth didn't stand for such lectures, they really did go in one ear and out of the other. He was superior to most, they should all show him the respect he deserved and just accept that it was that way.]
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There are people in my way– or there's someone, who I want to kill. I know some people should die for what they've done. But not everyone deserves that. Most people don't. If you're stronger than they are, you can use your strength to take care of them. Then they wouldn't be in your way. Wouldn't that be better?
[That's what he would do, if he were strong. He'd kill the evil and protect the innocent.]
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[Ok so Sephiroth didn't expect Kariya to have just a rosy view of the world. Just didn't seem that naive of a person, he was wrong it seemed.
Sephiroth wasn't one to easily remain calm at such subjects either, but he was being patient with Kariya right now.]
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[What he'd like, more than anything, is people to take care of, to be able to do that. Sephiroth has that ability, but he doesn't seem to care. Why would someone throw that away?]
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[Besides, Sephiroth is the perfect being. Why should he give anyone else the chance to get even close to his ability.
He grunted a little.]
It's far more efficient for me to do things for myself.
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Did you always feel that way? Did you ever have people you cared about?
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When I was young, I had a friend. She was special to me. And even when no one else cared about me, she was always there to listen.
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[Of course there is reason for that. But if Kariya didn't like Sephiroth's attitude towards destroying planets and/or helping people he really wasn't going to like the explanation why Sephiroth had to give up such memories]
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[Kariya's expression shifts to one of concern. Extensive memory loss could mean an injury, or some other trauma, though somehow it's hard to imagine Sephiroth being hurt.]
What happened?
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[There is the distinct impression that Sephiroth doesn't really seem to care all that much for the missing memories. They have never been important, until such a time as this when he's -trying- to remember them.]
Lets just say, there are times when sacrifices have to be made.
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[He'd never give up his memories of Aoi, Sakura, and Rin. He'd rather die.]
Don't you want to remember what happened, the people you knew? Maybe they mattered to you.
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[Sephiroth really doesn't like where this conversation is going. If he'd have managed to hold onto all of himself when he'd re-entered the Lifestream then he would have done so without doubt. It would have made things easier for sure, but it had been impossible.]
It doesn't matter, really.
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Maybe there's someone who could help, some way you could get your memories back.
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Those memories are gone. Returned to the Planet, which, if the administration here is to be believed, as now been destroyed. Even if it hasn't, as you hope, the Planet already destroyed them itself.