towerofanimus | Welcome back to hell...

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Welcome back to hell...

Characters: Siira

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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.]

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[He'd slumped his coat over one of the benches not too far away from where she was working out. Sephiroth usually left most of his kit in the Dormitory when he was going to work out but on the off-chance that the cold conditions may somehow have been responsible for the illness he'd had - he was playing it safe for the time being. Especially since this was the last place he remembers spending a session before he got ill. Mind you, he still left his armor behind in the Dorm.

Sephiroth headed over towards the weights from the mats where he'd been stretching out. He didn't even cast much more than a glance over the girl that was apparently using the next piece of equipment he usually went to but went straight to retrieve his coat. Straps that usually crossed his chest were loose hanging just above knee-length; the belt itself worked wonders as an additional support considering so many of these weights were more than what they looked. Long silver hair was loosely half braided together at the back - purely to keep it out of the way.]

[Siira didn't pay attention, at first, to the addition in the gymnasium. She focused on counting the reps she did in each set, the burning in her muscles and the sweat that kept stinging at her eyes. She focused on how it kept the chill at bay and it distracted her from the memory of seeing the remains of their Planet and of the months she spent there hearing nothing from that moment, just the remaining echoes of its death.

And when she finished that set and put the bar up for a breather she saw silver. Freezing in her spot, one arm hold her up and not sitting all the way up just yet, she first thought it was a Remnant. One of them had been there last time she was in the tower but then she really looked.

Sephiroth.

Anger boiled up in her but she held her temper back. How she did was a miracle, had Gun or Tseng or any of the others been here, she's sure she's have to be one of the people holding them back after what happened with Elena.

No no no no no no no.

Reno had threatened her last time, not to mention anything to him. That he'd stick her in Pyramid until she starved if she went after him. And she'd avoided him fairly well last time but apparently had run out since returning to the Planet.]

[Having retrieved his coat, Sephiroth glanced at the girl again as he made his way to another of the benches for him to drape it over - closer to where all the weights were stacked up.

He caught her gaze again. She was staring at him so strangely, was that recognition? Sephiroth had never laid eyes on this one ever before so he couldn't think why. He shot a 'your staring at me' glare at her before going back to testing each dumbbell - knowing well how they weren't necessarily stacked up in order, nor were the light ones necessarily the smallest.]

[The glare sent a shiver down her spine as only Sephiroth could do but that didn't give her enough of a look into his eyes. A chance to find what sanity lay in them. Had there ever been? Her distaste for working with SOLDIER's suddenly seemed inconvenient, making her realize how little she knew about any of them except Zack, from before everything went downhill. And she only knew Zack from when the Lifestream resurrected him.

For now though, she averted her eyes. If he wasn't saying anything yet, neither was she. Grabbing the jacket for her suit and pulling it on, she went to put the weights she had used away, her arms already burning enough that she needed to move onto something else. And there were machines nearby for her legs, despite how much walking she'd done on Gaia when she had been back there. All the while sparing glances towards the ex-SOLDIER, attempting to go unnoticed.]

[Having picked two similarly weighted single dumb bells up Sephiroth went to where he'd re-positioned his coat and proceeded with a set of squat-raises just on the spot. Thigh muscles under leather pants drove the weights all the way up to his chest and then arms did the rest. All controlled, Sephiroth was used to the burning.

Of course he'd noticed the suit jacket she'd pulled back on and thought only that it was a little strange that someone would come to the gym with a suit jacket in the first place. Sure, Turks wore suits but not everyone was a Turk. As he came to end of his first set and placed the weights down on either side of him, Sephiroth couldn't shift the fact that he knew, for some reason that this stranger kept looking over at him.

He took the opportunity to say something. It's not that he minded anyone watching him, but in this case he felt that there was much more to it]

Some of the equipment is tricky here, best that you watch what you're doing.

[It was as she was lifting a set of weights that he spoke. And for a moment she froze a bit, panic swelling in her chest before the words actually registered. That... Was not what she expected. It was actually helpful or would be. And it wasn't what she would have expected from the Sephiroth from after Nibleheim. Maybe he was still sane.

Setting the weights down and standing upright, stretching a bit and pushing her hair behind her, she turned towards him and gave a faint grin.]

Yeah. I noticed a little while ago almost yanked my shoulder out of its socket.

[It was purely selfish help though. Sephiroth wouldn't stop at all to help someone who was stupid enough to get themselves hurt in the gym. The gymnasium was the only place in the Tower where he could get as close to forgetting all about being trapped here by focusing on something else, as such he simply didn't want anyone ruining the tranquility with their agony - he'd never had to put anyone down for it yet though.]

Hmph.

[Then she should have checked out the equipment first. He has no sympathy. Sephiroth crouched to pick up the weights again and stood there, counting down in his head to for a few seconds before starting his second set.]

As sociable as ever...

[So much for that. Then again, maybe he'd always been like that. It wasn't like Siira had ever made an effort to talk to him. She hadn't even joined any of the fanclubs that had been around back in ShinRa's 'golden days.'

Going back to grab a different set of weights, hoping they were the right ones this time, she set them on the machine and settled into place to lift. The months she spent running and walking on what was left on Gaia had kept her legs muscled enough that it wasn't hard getting into this type of exercise.]

[Well that comment just rubbed right up the wrong way. Sephiroth paused mid-set and put the weights back down on the floor either side of him. He looked over at Siira again, trying failing to place her face.

But why would she make such a comment if she didn't know him. Careful not to pre-judge before he'd established facts, Sephiroth worded his response.]

How would you know? From Gaia?

Yeah, I am. From Icicle. I knew a few people who joined the Sephiroth Fanclub years ago.

[Bite on that, General. Oh, she never could stop getting a laugh out of all the people that flocked to those fanclubs. And she wasn't going to make any effort to help him remember who she was. Anonymity felt safe right now.]

[Icicle. Knowlespole. He remembers there, that tiny town full of snowboarders and mountain climbers that had sat for a while literally under his nose (so to speak!) during the Reunion.

Regarding the fanclub though, she might as well be from another planet. Sephiroth's memories fall short, as a quizzical look crosses his features. Could it have been likely to have gone on without his knowledge?]

What fanclub?

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[Considering half the female staff at ShinRa was a part of Sephiroth's, Genesis' or Angeal's fanclub, she's actually surprised that he didn't know about or remember it. The many times that she'd gotten fanclub spam forwarded to her in an attempt to get her to join was ridiculous. Thankfully, that was a long time ago for her.]

All the First Class SOLDIER's had a fanclub formed for them. It was the biggest thing in Midgar for awhile.

[Sephiroth hadn't had any part in actively promoting, nor indeed had ever gotten involved with said fanclub when it had been going on. He had always had much more important matters to be dealing with. But of course he had been a hero and, especially younger, females liked to dream.

He didn't remember it, but it sounded like a memory he wouldn't miss. That doesn't mean he'd dismiss it as having never happened though, this girl had said she was from Gaia after all. He'd given up most of everything that he was before - it's not like he had much of a choice with the Lifestream in such an active state when he joined it, but perhaps this was a fine example of a reason why some things were best forgotten about.]

I see. Well, of course it would have been.

[Somethings don't change, that smirk for example. Though it's somewhat more sinister than back then.]

[She wasn't actually sure if any of the SOLDIERs were really aware of their having fanclubs for each of them. Maybe she should have asked Zack back on Gaia, before this world-ending bullshit. Of course there was also that being part of the Lifestream thing. She, thankfully, had never had the 'pleasure' to experience that. And wouldn't for awhile.]

Of course.

[She can't quite keep the sass from her voice, try as she might to be civil. Half of her would have expected something similar to Nibleheim at this point.]

[So she was from Icicle, but knew at least a little about the trends in Midgar way back when. That didn't really add up to Sephiroth, and it certainly didn't justify her earlier comment about his ~~lack of~~ social leanings. Due to this the sass doesn't really register much with Sephiroth either.]

So what were you doing in Midgar?

[He's playing civil too. It was a charged question though.]

Edited 2013-01-26 01:43 (UTC)

[Oh, and she thought Sephiroth might be starting to like her! What a shame... Except not. Not even close. Siira would gladly knock him down a few pegs if she could but she still wasn't entirely sure if Reno's threat to pyramid her or not still stood.]

Working. There really weren't a lot of opportunities up in Icicle, yanno?

[Sephiroth smirked at her response. Recalling the last time he'd seen Midgar; pulling down the remains of the top of the Shinra tower in an attempt to bury Cloud, the pool of blood he'd banished him down to before somehow-

He'd never understand what had went wrong in that moment. He'd tasted victory for the second time only to have it stripped from him. In the moments of silence here in the gym, the smirk dropped into a scowl.]

Maybe you should have stayed at home.

[There was her confirmation that this wasn't the Sephiroth that had been here when she was last in the tower. This one was definitely aware of Meteorfall. Siira should probably, definitely actually, cut this short quick and leave. The only problem was how to make sure she left without pissing him off and basically putting a "Masamune goes here" sign on her back. Or chest.]

Should have but it's a little late for that. And I found a better opportunity eventually.

[Running a bar in Junon with her friends, just under the nose of ShinRa while still close enough to keep in touch with Veld and spy.]

It's not like it all matters much now with it all being dead.

[He refered to the Planet of course with the disgust brought on by the fact that it wasn't his destruction. Something had stolen that right from him.]

Unless this really all is an extensive illusion.

I doubt it. How long can an illusion sustain a person, healthwise, and without any sign of it being false? No illusion is ever perfect, there's always something to find wrong.

[That was her thought anyway. And now she was becoming visibly disturbed because there's no way that she's safe around a Sephiroth that wanted to destroy the Planet. Oh, summons, she shouldn't have come to work out today. Maybe she'd request a weight set from the admins, just for her room.

No! She was ~~an ex-Turk~~ a Turk. Siira would not back away from this like a scared little kid.]

Indeed. No illusion is absolute, though you'd be surprised how long they can be upheld and that's just in my experience.

[Of course. ShinRa had wrapped him in such an illusion for a very long time, he'd eventually found the cracks and exploited them. He was good at creating his own illusions as well, such as carrying Jenova's body throughout the whole world while having it carry his own image without even being close. Therefore it had to be a very complex illusion here in the Tower, to keep the cracks from him so well. Though the admins here did have control over him both physically and mentally, who knew to what extent - something hard for anyone to think to overcome.

It's a good job he hasn't figured you a Turk yet, Siira.]

So how long have you been here?

I'm sure I would be. There are some people here that have been here over a year from what I hear, they had to have seen something off about it at some point.

[ShinRa had other problems besides just Sephiroth but he was definitely the biggest one. Of course, he had become more than just ShinRa's problem though, he was all of Gaia's.]

Got back only today but I was here six months ago for about a month. Back then, there was no power and no food in the tower.

[She almost blew her cover back then, too, by growing a bunch of mung beans.]

What about you?

[By extension, would he become to be the Tower's problem? It could only be a matter of time for sure. He's still much too new here to be able to identify so-called cracks in this illusion.]

I'm sure they have, and I'm sure they have their reasons for not doing something about it.

[It's a circle really. You only learn things through listening to others, but those things may be tainted by fear, bias, ulterior motives etc. With no way to verify, how can one obtain the truth.]

I believe this is my fourth month here, not that there is anyway to tell, mind. Other than the shifts of the administration.

[He could be, she's sure that he might be if there weren't other things here that had the potential to be even more terrifying and fatal. It depended on what reports she could get from the other Turks later on.]

Maybe they believe it or lack hope.

[Or they're too simple. The administrators are incredibly skilled at their craft as well.]

That's probably the easiest way to determine time here, by changes in management.

Some probably want to believe it too.

[They could go on listing the types of people that would just accept rather than question. After all, not everyone could be a superior being.

Sephiroth only nodded at Siira's addition to his comment about the way to tell time here. There wasn't much else to say on the fact, so, crouching once more he went back to the weights.]

Welcome back to hell...

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