Welcome back to hell...

[speaks_dirty]

Characters: Siira speaks_dirty and OPEN
Setting: Room 1-09, 39th Floor Gymnasium, 3rd Floor Library
Format: Action
Summary: Siira’s back in the tower and not happy.
Warnings: Swearing, her mouth is rather foul.

Room 1-09

[Waking up from sleep paralysis was a thing she had almost forgotten about. Happily, forgotten about, she‘d add. Waking up in the tower was more welcome than she‘d thought it would be. The remaining screams of the dead Planet still ringing in her ears. She was furious and feeling sick. And when it finally wore off, those in the room would be welcomed to the sound of an enraged yet equally agonized scream.]

FUCK!

[She coughs and gasps, already working on yanking off the white suit somewhat erratically and not caring about who is seeing her strip down to get it off. It‘s too confining. She hates being confined. A fear she‘d had since she was a child. Coughing and breathing heavily, calming down quickly as she can, she yanks open her trunk to grab one of her suits. There’s less in it this time but that‘s fine. She‘s only disappointed in the lack of a hand gun and she doesn‘t need one. That‘s why she was called Fist Fighter or Martial Arts among the Turks.]

39th Floor Gymnasium

[It was cold but she didn’t care. She grew up in Icicle and spent a lot of time there during the Geostigma Outbreak up there. Stripping off the jacket of her suit, she shivered and went into a few martial arts movements, warming her body up and relieving some of her anger before she lost her temper with someone. It doesn’t help so she moved on to the weights, swearing as she discovered that they were unmarked.]

Screw it.

[She just grabs one of the nearest weights and swears again as she nearly dislocates her shoulder in trying to lift it. Not that one then. She searches again until she finds a few that are acceptable, setting them up on a bar bell and proceeding to lift weights until her rage has subsided, she’s covered in sweat,]

3rd Floor Library

[Pulling a pair of oval shaped glasses from the pocket of her suit, Siira look over the covers of several books until settling on one from Gaia, published by Bugenhagen no less. She had time to kill, let’s read.]

Comments

Re: Library

[speaks_dirty]

[Oh, Ifrit's Flaming Balls. He's still here? She resists the urge to cringe at the sound of his voice and looks up, pulling off her reading glasses.]

Think so? He was still pretty well respected by my time.

[Even Siira thinks Hollander sucked.]

[denigrator]

Hm, being well respected doesn't necessary mean anything. Public opinion is worthless.

[But Hojo's a bit distracted, which is nothing new. He goes to a nearby shelf and begins to examine it.]

But by all means, read whatever rubbish you prefer.

[He seems to have found something of interest on the shelf, so it's a moment or two before he speaks again.]

Have you been here all this time? Or did you return to Gaia at any point?

[speaks_dirty]

The public is full of bullshit, always has been.

[Good, that's actually a relief for her. Siira never was comfortable around science types. Especially ShinRa science types.]

Thanks for that, really. [All the sarcasm.

Oh. But there goes her mood.]

I've been on the Planet, yeah. For awhile now.

[denigrator]

So it is.

[On that point, Hojo agrees with her. He can't stand the public.]

You're quite welcome.

[He's happy to return sarcasm with sarcasm.]

As have I, or at least a simulation of it. For some months. The dead Planet. What a sight, ha ha. It was interesting, but as I was unable to manipulate any of it, I was unable to determine its authenticity.

[speaks_dirty]

[Wow, something they can agree on! Not that she expected any different, really... Actually, she wasn't sure what she expected but okay.]

Simulation, huh? How can we know it was one? Felt real enough to me.

[If he detects any bitterness from that last bit, he's welcome to comment on it. She's no acknowledging it.]

[denigrator]

As I just said, as you would realize if you were paying attention, we can't know. I had no corporeal form, so I was unable to run tests.

[Being dead on Gaia, he had unfortunately been forced to exist as something like a spirit. And obviously, no one other than such a great genius could figure out the truth.]

I did wish to believe it was real, but a scientist cannot allow himself to be swayed when he has no data to support his theory.

[speaks_dirty]

That's right. You're dead in your timeline, aren't you?

[Smug.] Sucks, that. I wasn't though. It felt real, smelled real. Like death. Not sure a simulation can fake that.

[She never cared for those training sims the SOLDIER's always made use of.]

Wouldn't have it any other way, really. Doesn't seem very scientist like to just accept it.

[denigrator]

Ah, death. Yes. [He doesn't seem too concerned.] I've made other arrangements. [You're not really dead when you've uploaded yourself onto a computer network, after all!]

There, you show a lack of imagination. A simulation might simulate many things, if it were advanced enough. You can't go by what the company engineers have managed to tack together.

On one hand, I did expect the world to be significantly altered, so it would be in keeping with my theory. But I had hoped for transformation, not mere destruction. [He isn't bothered in the least by the thought that Gaia might be dead.]

[speaks_dirty]

Other arrangements? Like what? [Ewwww, more Hojo.]

Never said I had much'a one. Except when it came to my kind of work, but that's something else entirely. And I'm sure you know that.

[That's a Turk for you, with the bonus of years of mercenary work.]

Transformation into what? A giant rock hurtling through space?

[denigrator]

[Hojo laughs.] Now, there wouldn't be much point in my telling you that, would there? [Even if it seems they're stuck here and his other arrangements won't be doing him much good anytime soon, he's not about to give his plans away.] Nothing you need to concern yourself with.

True, true, the Turks' imaginations are all severely limited. But then, that's true of most people.

Into an entirely new form of life. But I don't expect those without vision to understand.

[speaks_dirty]

Consider it curiosity, Professor. I'm still wondering why the Lifestream in my timeline was acting up.

[She may not be a scientist but she can still compile a list of similarities between those who were resurrected.]

[Coldly:] The Lifestream is gone. There's nothing else for it to become.

[denigrator]

It may be curiosity, but I have no intention of satisfying it. I'm not so foolish as to have constructed only one plan, and I would have to be even more foolish to share my plans with a Turk. If you think I may have something to do with the Lifestream acting strangely, well then, I might.

[He smiles at this, then sighs, because conversation with some people can be so tedious.]

Yes, if the version of the Planet we are shown here is real, which might very well not be the case. In my vision, the Lifestream would have been transformed. And may have been.

[speaks_dirty]

Ex-Turk.

[And that's all she'll say to that, deciding now that she really didn't want to know. Hojo's could be dealt with if there was trouble, she just hoped that there weren't clones out there. Or Hojo Remnants. Eh.]

Must be a pretty interesting vision...

[denigrator]

[He shrugs. The distinction makes no difference to him.]

My vision is that of a genius. I don't expect ordinary people to understand. It is more than interesting. I can see into the future, and I'm not weighed down by useless sentiment.

[speaks_dirty]

Ordinary. Right. I guess I should leave you to that genius vision of yours.