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towerofanimus2012-12-29 08:51 pm
Entry tags:
011 | No peace for the wicked?
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.
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.

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