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towerofanimus2012-12-29 08:51 pm
neverbeamemory) wrote in 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.
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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.
no subject
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.