011 | No peace for the wicked?

[neverbeamemory]

Characters: Sephiroth, Elena [Open - feel free to come interfere!]
Setting: 29th December - Early Afternoon: Corridors on route from Showers on 3rd Dormitory Floor to Dormitory 03-02
Format: Prose to start. Action if preferred
Summary: Turks. They just can't leave you alone. Violence ensues.
Warnings: Sephiroth: violent, quick-tempered, the usual warnings (Update: Elena impalement/bleeding out & death)

The Tower always held a a certain paranoia for Sephiroth - that he was always being watched. But of course if they were all subjects of the same masters, it couldn't be possible for the admins to be watching everyone all of the time. Ganondorf had even suggested the same before when they had conversed, but how did the troll lord know? There was a great amount of word of mouth going around about a great many things.

That thought just added itself to the mental pile that Sephiroth could only guess at about how things were set up here, how it was all run and indeed what exactly the truth was of his position here. Questions had still remained unanswered since he'd gotten here, all he'd learned really was that drones didn't have answers and that irritating Jason wasn't in his best interest. That damned illness was something he'd do a great deal to avoid, if there was some way to protect himself from a similar thing in the future.

He'd near leapt at the orb of black materia that had been sitting at his bedside when he'd returned from his time in the Infirmary. Only to have that somewhat desperate dream shatter in the moment that he held it. There wasn't any power there. It might as well have been a paperweight. The note had explained it all. It hadn't explained the fruit basket though, which Sephiroth had not even touched lest it was some other trick.

Today though, Sephiroth was leaving the bathrooms on the 3rd Dormitory floor when like an additional sense his paranoia switched on standing up all the small hairs on the back of his neck. It wasn't the normal paranoia though, Sephiroth got the distinct feeling that he was being followed. Sephiroth's intuition was as sharp now as it should be since he'd recovered but regardless, everytime he stopped and turned back there was nothing but empty corridor. If this was another of Jason's tricks...but just after he'd...had they seen that!?

As he headed back in the direction of his Dormitory, this feeling became something akin to someone screaming into his brain, it quickly became too much to bear. There was only one way to know for sure. As Sephiroth turned the last corner into the hallway leading up to his Dormitory, quickly he darted into the next doorway along regardless of if it was his dorm or not. Positioning himself behind the door he silently pushed it almost closed so that there could be a small crack which he could peer around. Then he crouched and waited, so quiet that he'd hear even if there was a pin drop out in the hallway.

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[neverbeamemory]

Sephiroth kept his knee up in there until he could feel Elena slacken and then quite easily slid his other hand into the suit jacket to disarm her as he backed up again onto both feet. He wasn't taking any chances.

That final comment, was just about enough. As if he wasn't angry enough at the obvious fact that she'd somehow seen him with Catarina, whilst spying on him, Sephiroth's gaze significantly darkened the moment she referred -again- to his old title. It was like waving a red cape in the face of a raging bull. Even now as she was she dared to mock him.

Apparently, they all were sorely in need of the reminder of the pain that it would be only his pleasure to deliver.

Sephiroth's smooth features curled into a scowl as he used his grip around her throat to bring her forward a little and then back hard against the wall. The momentum from the impact with the wall would surely force her forward all the way to her knees as Sephiroth stepped back and actually let her go.

She may or may not have been conscious enough to realize that he'd stepped back and crouched with his back to where she would fall. With superhuman timing Masamune was willed into existence as Elena would fall forward. The great, elegant blade impaled as if her body were made of silk.

[fusedstars]

He had rushed to the scene the moment he saw Elena in trouble. Analyzing the situation as he kept his distance, it was clear Sephiroth was hostile. And if Elena was killed, he may not get the answers he needed right away. For now, he had to sedate the super-powered killer. He didn't seem that strong the first time they met, but Sephiroth was at a handicap. Now, things could get dicey.

For now, he hurled his wire at Sephiroth, aiming to wrap it around his neck. If he could cut off oxygen or just shock him with his powerful electricity, he might stand a better chance. The sword was long and didn't seem that reliable, but as the tower and facility proved to him, any weapon was a dangerous thing in the hands of the supernatural and unfamiliar.

[provenworth]

Only faintly aware of the loss of weight around her shoulders beneath the pulsating pain in her core, Elena could only surmise that the reason for it would be from her being disarmed. He'd clearly ignored her protest and had rudely granted himself access to the inner workings of her suit – and had she the strength to do so, she would have swatted the intruding hand away. However, given her current dazed state, the most she could muster was an upset groan as she watched the gun glitter beneath the overhead florescent lighting in his hand.

Toes reached for the floor, seeking some solace of steady ground, yet found nothing but empty air. With the situation growing continuously more dire, no thanks at all to her own mouth, Elena's attempts for freedom became more frantic, a tightened fist beating into his lower arm. She'd muse at a later point how damn indestructible the leather seemed to be; nails of her other hand barely even leaving little indents where they dug relentlessly in. When the lines of his face turned sinister, blood drained almost instantaneously from the color of her cheeks. Breath came in short, frantic gulps before being thrust once more against the wall, white hot pain exploding in the back of her head, causing eyes to roll back into her head for several seconds.

Then the pressure around her neck was gone and feet met ground in a sudden drop from her higher perch. Eyes blinked furiously to register the world around her, but with her balance still off from two good blows to the head, there was no stopping the buckling of knees and falling forward. Through a flurry of blinks Elena was able to register a glint of light reflecting off steel, a mass of leather pooling on the floor, and then a lethal point coming forward. There was no stopping, not at this angle, not at this speed. It's a new record - two Turks skewered on the same blade.

Time slowed, giving Elena a perfect view to watch as the tip of Masamune pressed against the center of her chest, just beneath her ribcage, cutting with deadly efficiency through blouse and skin before protruding through the other side. The lack of pain by the actual penetration was as surprising as the warmth of the wound, most likely caused by the blood that stained the white of her shirt, blossoming outward where cold steel met hot flesh. Bright red blood bubbled at the corners of her mouth before oozing down lips and chin, leaving several drops on the hallway floor.

Eyes, wide with shock, moved to the length of the blade that she'd not yet absorbed, and out of either instinct or a desire to live, she wrapped her hands around the blade, ignoring the biting cut into her fingers where they met the lethal edge. It might have been a futile attempt, given she was already impale, but so long as she was able to prevent herself from becoming more caught on the blade, she could push past the feeling of skin separating along the sword's egde, fingers growing slick with blood that dribbled slowly down the blood groove that followed the curved edge of the blade. Turning her attention towards her assailant, her mouth moved to speak, but words didn't come. Instead, her attention was drawn to an all too familiar wire cutting between them, moving to encircle around Sephiroth's neck.

"...H-He...!"

[neverbeamemory]

Sephiroth didn't intend to just hold her there, impaled as she was half way down Masaumune's edge. Though that's not to say he didn't take a long, satisfied glance over an armored shoulder over her as she started bleeding and then how she suffered to cut her hands open just to stop herself from falling any closer to the hilt. The air between them had started to take on that distinct, coppery smell. She looked so pretty in red.

"Maybe this will teach you to stay away."

Slowly he stepped forward and up from his crouch, pulling the long sword almost free of her. That had felt good, too good. Like a weight had been relieved from him. Clearly he intended to wound her more than just once - after all he knew well where to strike to prolong a bleed out.

"-Ugh." The remainder of Masamune was ripped down out of her as the wire; he'd been too busy admiring his handiwork to notice anyone approach, cut between them and wrapped itself around his neck. There was more than enough momentum there to drag him off balance from the angle at which Hei approached.

Burying the initial response to choke, Sephiroth quickly drew his off hand up to the wire to attempt and yank it free. Only to be met by Hei's following shock. Like a tazer set to some inhuman voltage it shot through every fiber of his body and he jolted with it accordingly, it seems that his leather only served to insulate - to send the electricity again and again around Sephiroth's body before being earthed.

Masamune clattered to the floor first and Sephiroth soon followed - dropping to his knees, with his head slumped forward as if he'd just dropped that way. His silver hair was all flyaway from the current, but he wasn't moving. Then after a few moments eyes shot back open to burn into the unexpected heroes as he took a breath, it could be imagined that the electric shock still danced deeply in those emerald eyes as Sephiroth's cells raced to repair him.

"No." He whispered defiantly, both hands grasped around the wire and pulled to try and get himself free.

I'm sorry. D|

[xroyal_bratx]

Ishtar wasn't sure what she walked in on. The only thing that was playing across her mind was, there was one girl she didn't know, and the girl was covered in mostly red. It was probably from the blood. Wait...blood? She raised a brow turning towards the other two bad boys that were going at it as she slowed to a complete stop. She recognized Sephiroth from the obvious appearance and was that Hei? Her eyes widened a little at that. After her not so friendly encounter with Hei, she didn't exactly want to find her friend again. She was worried he might decide to attack her again, but clearly last time was a fluke done by the Tower right?

She hoped so. Her mouth quivered briefly as she tried to find the right words say to the both of them, but the only thing that really came out of her mouth was, "Wha--t?" she mused softly, though not trying to catch anyone's attention in particular, but there was an injured person, so she wasn't quite sure if she should be trying to help them. People were fond of strangers trying to help them and any move would make her seem like some sort of assailant. She was persistent, but she wasn't sure how to work this situation right now. The last couple of weeks caught up to her and she took a moment longer before she spoke a louder.

"What's going on here?!" her tone was a little shaky as she said that wondering exactly what had happened.

Sephiroth was wrapped around some wires that Hei had and the blond girl was hurt and god knows how she got hurt in the first place, and Ishtar, she didn't didn't know what to expect of this situation but the worst. She really hoped that it wasn't bad. She sure as hell hoped it wasn't what she was starting to think. She really didn't want to make judgement on people without first knowing what was going on, but somehow, somehow the feeling in her gut. She remembered telling that guy to rest for a bit. It didn't seem like he'd be the type to listen anyway. She just kept running into him too, at the wrong times, and the wrong place.

She took a step forward, while keeping her other hand glued on her sword. At times like this, Sidia seemed to be her only protection, "Is she okay? Why is she hurt?" she mused again in taking in a shallow breath. She really wanted answers, and sure she wasn't exactly welcome here while people were minding their own problems, but she couldn't just give them all a blind eye.

[fusedstars]

He took notice of Sephiroth's weakened state. Good, he had the advantage now. Put feeling him pull, Hei kept a strong grip. If the man recovered his full strength, things might become a problem. His eyes glowed. No choice. This man wasn't normal, and holding back even in the slightest meant instant death for Hei. Eyes glowing red, the faint blue becoming far more visible, he unleashed more of his power into Sephiroth. Keep him pinned down, at least long enough for Elena to escape.

But his eyes flickered to Ishtar, and then back to Sephiroth. One problem at a time. After their last encounter, things weren't good, but still...

"Get Elena out of here, now!" he shouted, focusing all attention on Sephiroth.

[provenworth]

Sweet mother of all summon, the pain that had been surprisingly absent initially was suddenly very real and stretching from its source outward. A dull, throbbing ache that shot electric sparks through nerves and muscles, screaming to have the alien object removed. With each slow, shuddering breath, air struggled to filled aching lungs, the sound of each exhale bubbling as it struggled to get past the thick blood that settled in the back of her throat. At the immediate sensation of the blade moving, fingers loosened their grip to prevent the total loss of digits, a low, whimpering groan pulled out of her as blade slipped back into her body in a slow retreat, ears barely registering his voice as he spoke to her, taunting her. At least he was remaining consistent with the angle, not widening or deepening the wound.

At least he was, the distraction of the wire and the following electric shock taking the former General by surprise and causing him to tear the rest of the blade free. The wound, which would have been a simple little cut, stretched and tore as metal ripped free, and all the strength and willpower to not give him the satisfaction of hearing her cry crumbled. Her body lent forward, a bloody hand snapping out to keep her from falling completely on her face before she fell too far, the other moving to the now freed wound and clasped over it. Blood flowed in thick rivulets between cupped fingers creating a growing pool beneath her.

Get up! Get up! Fingers pushed against the ground, forcing herself back up into a straightened position on her knees. As much as she wanted to lay down on the cool floor and rest, the voices in her head kept yelling, screaming for her to rise to her feet. To push on. Not only was her life on the line, but Hei – he was a Dark Angel for sure – had stuck his neck out for her as well. Was actually, physically prying the silver-haired demon off her. She would do him or his efforts no justice if she didn’t at least try.

The presence of the girl was unexpected, to say the least. Whether her presence was purely by accident or a change in her ever-growing bad luck, it was one she was going to take advantage of. Eyes moved to the girl, her head resting against her right shoulder, using her free hand to wipe absently at some of the fresher blood that had spilt and stained her cheek. “Don’t just stand there, help me!”

Muscles in her legs twitched, pulling her right leg beneath in slowly to try and get to her feet. Each movement was straining, blood oozing profusely, and yet her attention moved to Hei. She was going to owe him big time after this. In her half-crouched position, she found the energy to encourage her friend. “Don’t get yourself killed, okay?”

Sorry for flail....

[neverbeamemory]

If there was ever a smoking gun; Masamune, the great sword which had fallen to the floor was still lightly stained with Elena's blood even if most of it had run off onto the floor of the hallway while it had been resting there.

At the same time that Sephiroth felt able to steadily move again, a foreign voice to this exchange was heard. Green eyes flickered to Ishtar and back to Hei but said nothing to the girl. Instead he used Hei's grip on the wire as leverage for him to drag himself up to one knee, Masamune's hilt was just at the edge of his vision; if he could get to that -

A hand outstretched as Sephiroth fought with his own cells to grant him the telekinetic pull-force needed to force this fight into his favor. Though instantly they had much more to worry about.

"ARGH!"

The second round of electric shock forced Sephiroth onto his front, jolting violently on elbows and knees first while his focus reeled. The burning pain of all of it had started to become distant as his focus was being forced inwards by the very cells making him able to endure such raw electric charge. Sephiroth continued to steel himself through gritted teeth as the electricity danced erratically through him. Refusing stubbornly to fall forwards onto the floor despite the involuntary jerking of his body that was going on.

No. No blacking out. I'm better than this.

But then Hei managed to turn his full attention towards Sephiroth, to unleash the fullest of his power and the agony was as if he'd been made of hyper-sensitive conductible material. Though Sephiroth was unable to vocalize any longer, indeed unnecessary body functions had performed their emergency shutdown already and within a few moments Sephiroth's body lurched forward and ended up curled on his side on the floor. Unconscious and critical, at least for the time being.

sorry was at a con D| hopefully this is okay.

[xroyal_bratx]

Ishtar's eyes flickered to Hei when he shouted at her to get the girl named 'Elena,' out of here. She had no doubt that it had to be the blond girl that was struggling to get up. She gave him a once over and wanted to say something, but bit her lip and just nodded her head. When Elena shouted for her to help her the next moment when their eyes met briefly, Ishtar removed herself from gazing at the fight that was breaking out and running over to get a hold of the injured blond girl.

"Right," she managed to mutter softly as she took her action.

She lowered herself slowly and wrapped her good arm around the other girl's waist and used her other arm to help the girl get up.

She didn't say anything at the words that were shouted to her. She just did what was ordered. She was there at a bad time and place, but she had no choice but to play along with this. She had a lot of questions to ask Hei, and Sephiroth, but it seemed like those would have to wait since she wasn't about to sacrifice someone's life ove rher own itching curiosity, "I got ya," she mused softly to the girl as she tightened her grip and possibly attmepted to help the other girl move from here to another safer location. She bit her lip as she glanced back at Sephiroth and Hei who was clearly hurting the other man.

What was going on? Who had hurt this blond girl and why was Hei telling her to get this girl away? Did Sephiroth do this? Did he hurt the girl? For what reason? She didn't want to assume the worst of this person.

He seemed pleasant the last time they were together while he was sick, but maybe because he was better, things would change. She didn't know, but she started moving as she turned back to Hei, "Please don't be careful," she mused. Though, it seemed like it was meant for more than just Hei.

[fusedstars]

He nods at them both, allowing them to move out of sight. Right now, it was taking quite a lot to take down Sephiroth. Normal men would have been killed, their organs fried by his abilities. Thankfully it ended at least. He sighed in relief, relaxing a bit. He was done moving now, which was good. Was it safe now though? It could be a trap...

Cautiously, he moves closer, all before lunging, wrapping the wires around Sephiroth's body. He made special care to aim for the strongest and weakest muscles, hopefully binding the man, at least until his strength came back in full. Right now, he wanted answers. And he was the only person who could tell him anything. Propping him against the wall, he grabbed the general by the neck.

"Wake up, now!" He spoke, loud and clear for him to hear.

[provenworth]

Muscles of her legs, already exhausted from even those few movements due to the quickly depleting blood supply, refused further action and kept Elena in that awkward position. But at least it solid enough to keep her from falling over. She was losing too much blood too quickly, the color in her face ashy and wan, and her balance faltering, causing her body to wobble ever so slightly. Eyes blinked slowly, trying to keep her vision from blurring – however the haze started forming around the furthest corners of her vision and slowly began moving inward with each blink.

The arm going around her waist was more than welcomed, looking up at the girl out of the corner of her eye before moving to Sephiroth, his pained cry bringing a schadenfreudeian smile to her lips. For all she cared, he could hurt more. Hurt forever. He deserved every ounce of pain and suffering after everything he did to Gaia and Rufus and her. Her arm wrapped loosely around her shoulders, fingers leaving little bloody prints around neck and against her clothes, her face not at all apologizing for the mess. On the verge of death, there was no room for apology. Except when you accidentally caused the death or was somehow able to prevent it, but that was neither here nor there.

With the help of the young girl, she was able to get to her feet, but the effort required was steadily becoming greater with each passing moment. Feet followed the motions as the girl walked her away, but her stride was staggered, toes dragging against the ground, the majority of her weight pressing against the other girl’s frame.

Once they were far enough away from Hei and, from his shout, the interrogation, Elena motioned to a place around the corner before nearly tripping over her feet. Her voice was strained, the depletion of energy audible with each short gasp. "P-put me down. There. I can't..."

Feet tripped over each other again, drawing her eyes down. A steady trail of fresh bright blood had followed the pair, large drops falling from her hand that covered the wound, the rest from the soaked fabric of her shirt and inside seam of slacks. Fingers curled into the girl's shoulder as knees buckled, eyes drifting partially shut. She was tired. So tired. And there just so little energy left to continue her escape. Elena was ready to just rest and let the death that she knew was coming just come. It'd be easier than rushing to the infirmary and trying to close the wound, wouldn't it?

[neverbeamemory]

Sephiroth only had the barest awareness that he was being approached and bound. He was unable to move due to the fizzling he could feel through all of his body - it felt like a haze encasing and smothering him.

Then he could smell blood and feel cold wall behind him and with thunderous sudden awareness he realized there was a hand around his throat and words being shouted at him. Sephiroth tried to move but between the cooldown from the charge and the binding only a slight fidget could be managed. He locked eyes with Hei but said nothing.

[xroyal_bratx]

Ishtar nodded once more to Hei before taking off. She didn't know how this would turn out but she hoped that no one would end up dead. It was a silly hope but she still honestly didn't think that Sephiroth was all that bad. There must be a reason for what he did and she couldn't just let it slide that Elena was hurt. The strange girl named Elena that she had take on the responsibility of. She did her best to keep their pace even as he made her way down the hallway with Elena. She knew the girl needed to get some medical help and fast.

The infirmary was faster to get to but eventually, she knew they had to stop soon and Elena was in no condition to go much further. Ishtar secured as much as she could around Elena. She tried to carry the other woman's weight to the best of her abilities.

She didn't want the woman to end up hurt in any way form. At least, not much more than anyone else. Ishtar didn't catch a glimpse of the blond's expression but even if she did, it wouldn't really matter, because Ishtar was an outsider in this situation. When they were far enough, Ishtar sensed what the other wanted and lowered her towards the wall. Ishtar could heal her if she did her best. The strongest magic spell she could use right now could help the healing process. Her healing magic was not something to joke about. Facility helped her exceed her own limits with magic and now she was well prepared to help others with it no matter what.

She could tell that the girl was severely injured and needed attention fast. She didn't have time to take her to the infirmary to get a doctor on her or anything. She wanted to try to heal her first. She hoped she could do that. When the girl finally told her to let her go, she did and made sure to use one of the walls in the hallway to sit her up against. Ishtar immediately started to look around her for anymore injuries than the one she had currently. Ishtar almost lost her balance before as the girl lost her footing. She started to speak immediately to Elena as the two girls were on the floor now.

"Let me try healing you. It might stop the bleeding!" she mused in a worried tone.