Martial Arts [Siira] (
speaks_dirty) wrote in
towerofanimus2013-01-03 10:38 pm
Entry tags:
Welcome back to hell...
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.]
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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[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.]
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I'm sure they do.
[His going back to lifting felt a bit like a dismissal. Part of her was definitely okay with that, it meant she could escape unscathed.]
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Sephiroth himself quite often gets caught between the 'the worlds gone, move on' and the 'they stole my world from me' schools of thought. There is also the 'was I actually responsible in the end' question which will never get answered truly.
If Siira is still there when he's finished that set of 30 Sephiroth puts the weights down again. It may be advantageous to know what others from Gaia think destroyed their world.]
What do you think caused it?
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And she was about to leave, coat of her suit carefully folded up and tucked beneath her are but she stopped. What did she think had caused it? Really, she hadn't given it much though aside from blaming Sephiroth and Jenova. It had seemed like the easiest solution at the time but last time she had been on Gaia, when it was alive and well, they didn't have that capability. Yet.]
I'm not sure. The Lifestream was acting up back home. People were coming back from the dead, like it was rejecting them or something. Might have something to do with that.
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When this girl was from, the Lifestream was rejecting people? She had to be from some time then, that he wasn't aware of. Which was odd in itself, the last time he was a spirit in the Lifestream there hadn't been much going on that he wasn't aware of or responsible for - what with the Geostigma. So, had the Lifestream finally dissolved his essence in the end? Perhaps that had been a reason for this 'rejection' of souls?]
Sounds like it was re-balancing itself. How inconvenient.
[After all, there had to be a cycle. He had relied on it. Though there were souls, that he would take particular displeasure in having been given a second chance.]
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[And thought she was crazy. At one point, she did too, back when she started hearing the Planet but that's something else entirely. And since she'd heard the Planet asking for help, well, it wasn't too farfetched from that.]
I would say that it was. For the people that came back, anyway.
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[Sephiroth of course refers to Hojo and it's very clear from his tone the extreme disdain he has for his biological father. To whatever extent Hojo is to thank for Sephiroth having the gifts he has; Sephiroth got his power his way and would fiercely defend his opinion in this regard.
Inconvenient for them? Sephiroth had spent a lifetime putting deserving souls into the Lifestream and out of his way - only to have the Lifestream resurrect them. A bit like this place. That smirk cracks again and Sephiroth actually chuckles at the thought.]
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[Except that he was freaky, his experiments were freaky and just the general freaky atmosphere of the labs. And that he toyed with things that no one should have ever rediscovered. Granted, Hojo wasn't solely responsible but he was near the top of the list.
And then there was this man. Who was smirking and chuckling? That was actually concerning.]
Wanna let me in on the joke?
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Why shouldn't he tell her? He finds it amusing at least.]
Only how similar it is to this place. With regards to putting people out of their misery only to have to come back every time.
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Except that they always come back here and it was seemingly random back on Gaia.
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My, that would be a bit of a nuisance.
[He crouches again and starts a new set of lifts, figuring she'll probably leave in a min]
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I'll see ya around, I guess.
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[It's a fact that everyone eventually runs into each other in this place. It doesn't take Sephiroth long to get focused on his set rather than paying any attention to what Siira is doing.]