❄ The new kid ❄ [open]

[pinnaculum]

Characters: [au2] Sephiroth and YOU
Setting: throughout the tower: dorms, cafeteria, library, floor 81, anywhere with monsters to fight.
Format: Starting in action, but will match prose
Summary: A new Sephiroth arrives in the Tower. He's a bit smaller than the other one, and looks a lot younger.
Warnings: Mentions of human experimentation.


The dormitories; room 1-18 and hallways:
[Waking up in a completely unfamiliar place isn't a novel experience for Sephiroth, but it isn't one he likes. He rises from the bed and quickly searches the room. He reads the letters he finds and changes out of the white jumpsuit as soon as possible, exchanging it for his own dark gray, utilitarian clothes. He has a pair of dark goggles that he rests on top of his head. He uses them at times to disguise his glowing eyes, but he doesn't pull them down now. The last time he woke in a strange place, it was cold and snowing. This is a warm room. It is preferable, but he still has much to learn about his current location. He ventures out into the hallway as soon as he's dressed.

He doesn't see Mr. Valentine. He's supposed to stay near him. Maybe he can find him somewhere nearby.]

Floor 1; the cafeteria:
[Who has absolutely no problem with eating his oatmeal? This kid. After all, soldiers in the field eat rations, and this is no different. He is eating the bland food at a steady pace with a remarkable lack of expression and quiet determination. Seldom has oatmeal been eaten more seriously.]

Floor 3; the library:
[Sephiroth doesn't see the need to ask for help, though he's frustrated that he still hasn't found Mr. Valentine. The network terminals aren't difficult to operate. With in no time, he's accessing them and looking through the old entries. He frowns slightly. A lot of these entries aren't very useful. He doesn't need to know about people feeling sick or playing pranks or insulting each other.

After spending some time at a terminal, Sephiroth makes his way through the shelves and locates a nice, extensive section of science books. In no time, he's amassing quite the collection of thick tomes on biology, genetics, and chemistry. He pulls down all the books that seem interesting. The ones on the upper shelves are harder for him to reach, so he leaps up several feet into the air and grabs those he's selected from the shelf. This acrobatic display seems effortless.]

Floor 81; the observatory lounge:
[Sephiroth has walked out onto the bulging glass windows, so that he almost seems to be suspended in midair. He isn't doing anything in particular. He stands silently looking upward, watching the stars.]

Any dangerous floor, near dusk:

[It's growing darker, and it's probably a good time for children to be heading back to safer floors, but Sephiroth, instead, is heading out. He has a sword with him, a rather long sword for someone of his height. Kids, swords, and monsters: always a good combination.]

Comments

[pinnaculum]

I am genetically engineered to be faster, stronger and more intelligent than the average human.

[It's all right, Sephiroth has little concept of tact himself.]

[liquidouroboros]

[Well holy shit, Liquid could honestly say he hadn't seen that coming.]

...You're not a clone, are you?

[pinnaculum]

No. I am not a clone. I am unique.

[He's proud of this.

There's no reason not to tell people about being a science experiment, right?]

[liquidouroboros]

[You're in good science experiment company, Sephiroth.]

I may as well ask--for what purpose were you made that way?

[pinnaculum]

[Us science experiments gotta stick together.]

My primary purpose was combat.

[But things are different now...]

[liquidouroboros]

...You too, really?

[Well don't that beat all.]

[pinnaculum]

You are also an experimental subject designed for warfare?

[This is his first time meeting another one as far as he can remember.]

[liquidouroboros]

Phrased simply, yes. Though I regrettably can't claim to be anything original.

[pinnaculum]

[It's all right, Sephiroth doesn't expect people to be as unique as he is.]

Were you part of Shinra's Science Research Department?

[liquidouroboros]

I've never heard of it. I assume that was where you originated?

[pinnaculum]

You don't know Shinra? [Shinra may not have the same programs anymore, but it still exists. Doesn't everyone know about it?] It was based in Midgar.

[Not that there's a Midgar anymore.]

Where are you from?

[liquidouroboros]

'Midgar'...? [The guy that secretly enjoys reading mythology is looking confused.]

I've not exactly heard of that, either. Is it anywhere on Earth?

[pinnaculum]

It was the world's largest city.

Earth? [It's just another word for soil.] I've never heard of a place named Earth.

[More geography he must admit he doesn't know.]

[liquidouroboros]

Different worlds, then. I likely shouldn't be surprised.

[pinnaculum]

I met someone else here from another planet.

[People from other planets are even more interesting than the biology books he's collecting. Different worlds! He'd like to be able to visit them. Although that doesn't seem likely at this point.]

Then have multiple worlds been destroyed?

[He sounds a little too nonchalant about the idea of mass destruction on that kind of scale.]

[liquidouroboros]

If you subscribe to the belief that our places of origin have been destroyed, then it stands to reason that would be the case.

[pinnaculum]

Yes, it does. That is interesting. What could have destroyed them?

[Destroying a world doesn't sound like it would be easy... not that he'd know.]

Do you believe they have been destroyed? I have not seen enough proof to decide.

[liquidouroboros]

I do not, in fact.

[Even if he came from the sort of place where it was quite likely.]

The only way my world could ever be destroyed would be if I allowed it.

[pinnaculum]

Are you that important in your world?

[That sounds impressive.]

What proof do you have?

[liquidouroboros]

Yes.

[Or he liked to think he was.]

I shouldn't be the one to prove anything. The people in charge of this place claim our worlds are destroyed, so they should offer some form of evidence supporting it.

[pinnaculum]

What do you do in your world? Are you a soldier? [He'd said he was designed for combat, too.]

I was wondering if there was any proof. They have provided none?

[No matter what Liquid says, he can't make up his mind about whether they're destroyed or not, not that he seems that upset about his world possibly being destroyed.]

[liquidouroboros]

Naturally--the best there is in my own world. My job is to prevent the average idiot with a giant bipedal robot from bringing about devastation on a massive scale.

[Shrug.] As far as I've seen, there's nothing to show I've failed in that respect.

[pinnaculum]

You fight giant robots?

[Okay, that sounds cool, not that Sephiroth knows the term "cool".]

Would you like to spar?

I will remember your opinion. [But it's not a "fact", because he still hasn't decided what he thinks yet.]

[liquidouroboros]

[Liquid raised an eyebrow at that, though he didn't reject the idea by any means.]

Are you certain that's such a good idea? We may be created similarly, but I would assume myself a great deal more experienced than you.

[pinnaculum]

Those of different skill levels may spar with each other.

[Not that Sephiroth thinks he's less powerful. He seems quite confident.]

I am well-trained in various forms of combat. I will be careful.