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towerofanimus2013-03-02 07:11 pm
neverbeamemory) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-02 07:11 pm
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016 | Not-so-much Fallout?
Characters: Sephiroth & YOU
Setting: Anytime between 28th Feb and 5th March. Locations in below.
Format: Prose to start, can switch to Action if preferred.
Summary: Recent events taken into account, Sephiroth had best prepare some for the return trip down the elevator. If you could please put dates/times in your replies, so I can order it around in my head.
Warnings: Usual Sephiroth violence warnings, though he's not much in the mood for picking a fight.
[Location: Dormitory 03-02 & Dormitory Floors]
What a month. Between their visitors from another world, Ruana's games and all the fallout from his preemptive exploration downstairs; Sephiroth had a lot to take in. A lot of truth, or rather that which he had seen with his own eyes, had been revealed and it all had to have the time to be considered. Gaia, for example, had to have been destroyed in order for his soul to even have been extracted to this place. It had been his Planet after all. In some ways it was a relief to finally have some clarity in what exactly was his position here, in others it only served to further frustrate him. It all made such terrible sense now.
Needless to say Sephiroth hasn't had very much of a desire to leave the Dormitory for the last few days. Other than the essential trips out to the bathrooms twice a day, even then they had been quick showers. There was no way he was going to stay out in that mist with it's whispers inside his head. Just repeating over and over what has now been largely proven, what he feared to start with; there wasn't going to be anyway back. He's been sleeping a lot out of mental exhaustion, largely ignoring his room mates, re-reading the letters that he'd kept from his first day in the Tower, pouring over the details in Shion's survival 101 as if there might be some detail he's not considered before. As if there may be a great loophole somewhere in their existence here. Finally he went out in search of Ganondorf when the mist had lifted, indeed it would be vital to share his information considering the plot that lay waiting in the wings. Soon afterwards the terminals had lit up and couldn't be ignored.
It really was never-ending, wasn't it. Sephiroth hates it all the same, the level of utter disgust at his containment here has just been inflated by it all. Though, as only would be inevitable there came a point that Sephiroth resolved he would have to move on. What good was it doing after all, isolating oneself away when the answers- no, the direction he should be taking was undoubtedly out somewhere in the fabric of the Tower. There was a great amount of work to be done. He'd start with a patrol of the Dormitory levels, similar to how he had on his first day, even if the only fact that might be gleaned from this would be how their visitors had all left as abruptly as they had arrived.
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[Location: Gymnasium Fl 39]
It's time to put that incident with KOS-MOS to the back of his mind. The events within the Administrator levels and all of the revelations, though not as shocking to Sephiroth as they may have been for other residents, still weighed heavily on his mind. KOS-MOS had delivered only one of undoubtedly many deaths that Sephiroth would have to endure and be remade from in his time here before-
Before what exactly. One of those videos overseen on the network had certainly hinted at an end. The same end that had taken Gaia from him? And then where would his soul go? The extension of theories was enough to make anyone feel more than a little sick. Perhaps he should be more than a little grateful at least, that while being contained in the Tower, he has a body. Isn't that what he had wanted?
Not to be contained, so powerless without an anchor in this realm, of that fact Sephiroth was certain.
Though, if their souls are transplanted into new vessels every time they die then one could question what the point of training in the Gymnasium is. Improving physical prowess would only go so far as the next death and then one would be reset to the condition they had when they were first pulled here. Whatever condition they had 'on file' for each person? Before then being messed with in some way that doesn't bear thinking about. But in order to have any chance of avoiding that next death, clearly Sephiroth needed to continue to improve himself physically. To be stronger, to be faster, to be more prepared for whatever experiment their Hosts dared to throw next.
Ganondorf had made no illusions that certain death awaited them in their pending expedition. Indeed, there was a lot to prepare for. Which is why every day since the 28th Sephiroth can be found training as hard as ever in the Gymnasium. He needed to be at his best. Heavier weights, grueling circuits and there was more than enough room to practice near-ground, faster aerial maneuvers as well - sure he might have to do all of this training again in his next vessel but he'd just have to work as hard in that body as well, it wasn't an excuse for being lazy. Vicious circles.
Setting: Anytime between 28th Feb and 5th March. Locations in below.
Format: Prose to start, can switch to Action if preferred.
Summary: Recent events taken into account, Sephiroth had best prepare some for the return trip down the elevator. If you could please put dates/times in your replies, so I can order it around in my head.
Warnings: Usual Sephiroth violence warnings, though he's not much in the mood for picking a fight.
[Location: Dormitory 03-02 & Dormitory Floors]
What a month. Between their visitors from another world, Ruana's games and all the fallout from his preemptive exploration downstairs; Sephiroth had a lot to take in. A lot of truth, or rather that which he had seen with his own eyes, had been revealed and it all had to have the time to be considered. Gaia, for example, had to have been destroyed in order for his soul to even have been extracted to this place. It had been his Planet after all. In some ways it was a relief to finally have some clarity in what exactly was his position here, in others it only served to further frustrate him. It all made such terrible sense now.
Needless to say Sephiroth hasn't had very much of a desire to leave the Dormitory for the last few days. Other than the essential trips out to the bathrooms twice a day, even then they had been quick showers. There was no way he was going to stay out in that mist with it's whispers inside his head. Just repeating over and over what has now been largely proven, what he feared to start with; there wasn't going to be anyway back. He's been sleeping a lot out of mental exhaustion, largely ignoring his room mates, re-reading the letters that he'd kept from his first day in the Tower, pouring over the details in Shion's survival 101 as if there might be some detail he's not considered before. As if there may be a great loophole somewhere in their existence here. Finally he went out in search of Ganondorf when the mist had lifted, indeed it would be vital to share his information considering the plot that lay waiting in the wings. Soon afterwards the terminals had lit up and couldn't be ignored.
It really was never-ending, wasn't it. Sephiroth hates it all the same, the level of utter disgust at his containment here has just been inflated by it all. Though, as only would be inevitable there came a point that Sephiroth resolved he would have to move on. What good was it doing after all, isolating oneself away when the answers- no, the direction he should be taking was undoubtedly out somewhere in the fabric of the Tower. There was a great amount of work to be done. He'd start with a patrol of the Dormitory levels, similar to how he had on his first day, even if the only fact that might be gleaned from this would be how their visitors had all left as abruptly as they had arrived.
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[Location: Gymnasium Fl 39]
It's time to put that incident with KOS-MOS to the back of his mind. The events within the Administrator levels and all of the revelations, though not as shocking to Sephiroth as they may have been for other residents, still weighed heavily on his mind. KOS-MOS had delivered only one of undoubtedly many deaths that Sephiroth would have to endure and be remade from in his time here before-
Before what exactly. One of those videos overseen on the network had certainly hinted at an end. The same end that had taken Gaia from him? And then where would his soul go? The extension of theories was enough to make anyone feel more than a little sick. Perhaps he should be more than a little grateful at least, that while being contained in the Tower, he has a body. Isn't that what he had wanted?
Not to be contained, so powerless without an anchor in this realm, of that fact Sephiroth was certain.
Though, if their souls are transplanted into new vessels every time they die then one could question what the point of training in the Gymnasium is. Improving physical prowess would only go so far as the next death and then one would be reset to the condition they had when they were first pulled here. Whatever condition they had 'on file' for each person? Before then being messed with in some way that doesn't bear thinking about. But in order to have any chance of avoiding that next death, clearly Sephiroth needed to continue to improve himself physically. To be stronger, to be faster, to be more prepared for whatever experiment their Hosts dared to throw next.
Ganondorf had made no illusions that certain death awaited them in their pending expedition. Indeed, there was a lot to prepare for. Which is why every day since the 28th Sephiroth can be found training as hard as ever in the Gymnasium. He needed to be at his best. Heavier weights, grueling circuits and there was more than enough room to practice near-ground, faster aerial maneuvers as well - sure he might have to do all of this training again in his next vessel but he'd just have to work as hard in that body as well, it wasn't an excuse for being lazy. Vicious circles.
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Sephiroth doesn't remember ever tree-climbing, though it does strike him as something a child might do. He curls the weight down into his shoulder and then shifts it to the other side, continuing with another slow five sets.
"There is no need to climb when you can fly."
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"You can be flying?"
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He cracks a grin and issues a single huff of a chuckle before carefully again lifting the weight up to the ceiling and down again.
"I can fly, though it's more like, levitation really. Controlled by the mind."
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If she would ever use such knowledge against him though, his vengeance would follow.
He's not about to drop everything and show Nesir though, if need be this will be verified soon enough on their mission. Though his ego would indeed permit him to talk about all the things he can do all day, Sephiroth reminded himself that he needs to find out more about Nesir as well.
"Yes." He verified, sitting back up finally and putting the weight back on the floor in front of him. "So what's your specialty?"
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"Daggers." She told him instantly, it wasn't like it was a secret. "Throwing daggers, but I can be fighting hand to hand with daggers also."
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Sephiroth nodded at Nesir and shifted his legs towards her on the bench so that he might observe her better. Out of curiosity really, rather than any real concern for her technique with the weights. Plus even he needs to allow his muscles a brief cooldown period before rushing straight into a new exercise.
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"Take a break. You wouldn't want to pull something." Wow. Advise. If only because her injury might weaken their team.
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She stretched out her arms and then her hand, her right one was twinging a bit, and she rubbed the space where her fingers should be self consciously.
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"It doesn't do much good, to have to spend a day recovering from a torn muscle." Of course this is his average time for mending such an injury.
He notices the self-conscious gesture, her rubbing at the fingerless spaces on her hand. The question is held back, though; it's really none of his business how she came to have less fingers. Who knows, it might even be an insult to bring it up and he's enough enemies in this place. Instead he picks up the closest weight again and sits, resting elbow on knee and lifting from the floor up into his chest.
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"So do you be needing an amulet to be flying?"
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Then he raises his gaze to meet Nesir's just in time for her next question. Silver eyebrows twitch together for a second while he ties it back up to his comment before; of course, it's her turn for the question.
"Not at all. It's a force of will over physics."
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"Not really. There isn't anyone like me from my world."
That was an understatement, but Nesir doesn't need to know all the details.
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If only..."No, there are others that can fly." Vincent. Cloud (to an extent) all have demonstrated aerial ability before. Not to mention those that fly by means of technology; helicopters, airships etc. but Sephiroth doesn't have the patience to explain all of this to Nesir if there isn't anything equivalent on her world. Besides, it's just not important now that it's all been destroyed.
"I meant only I'm unique. Being as it was my destiny to rule." Sephiroth shrugs, after last time he'd revealed too much to one of the residents he didn't know so well...He wasn't sure Nesir would be able to comprehend all the details even if he did feel compelled to lay all his cards on the table like that.
He starts lifting the weight, with the opposite arm in the meantime.
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"I do be understanding."
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"I suppose everyone has their story."
It's not necessarily meant as a lead to get her to reveal more about herself, but she's been talkative enough so far.
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Staying on this subject isn't a good idea, it leads to thoughts that Sephiroth still can't quite wrap his head around. It angers him that he doesn't know all the facts, all the reasons why, what his purpose is supposed to be here in the Tower.
Such is clear by the way his expression drops for a second, before he reigns it into that cool facade he's so used to presenting to the world. Time to change the subject, yet again someone had played right into his ego and it does feel good to tell all of what he's capable of. Of what he did.
"How about your story?"
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"Well I do no be having no planet of my own." She told him with a small smile. "I do be a warrior acolyte."
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He offers a small nod in response to her smile, though this time he will tilt his head ever so slightly.
"Acolyte? As in still in training?"
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"I have been working on continuing my training here."
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