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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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"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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Still, intriguing and Sephiroth pays Nesir his full attention as she further explained.
"It's good that you can keep your focus on something like that. There is always room for improvement in all abilities." Indeed that being his own motto in a way. Always training, getting stronger, even if it's only until the next death and bodies would then be reset.
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Sephiroth isn't sure how Nesir has reached that conclusion. There isn't an armory on any floor that he has checked, even if there is a laboratory and workshop where people could fashion weapons if they were so skilled and equipped with materials. Even the torture chamber, you can't leave the floor with any of the equipment.
"You mean, weapons others have?"
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Mostly weapons she had seen Richtofen using. Or had been taught to use by Richtofen, as unwise as showing Nesir how to use an electric saw was...
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Not that he'd ever need a weapon provided to him by the Tower. For a fleeting moment, after the epidemic he thought he'd been given one but no. That materia was as inert now as it had been when given to him.
"I don't trust anything this place deems to grant me. There are too many meaning behind it all."
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Including their own bodies, which was a horrible thought, blasphemous. Nesir felt a wave of anger again and tried to think about something else.
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He pauses as all his thoughts on the issue are rubbed sore again, not that it takes much to remind him how unacceptable his situation actually is. Slowly Sephiroth lowers the weight he was holding back to the floor, lest his disgust with it all rise too quickly.
"I suppose that eliminates at least one curiosity about this prison that we don't need to go looking for an answer for. Provided it wasn't set up for us to see."
Sephiroth hasn't exactly been advertising the fact that he had been there to see it in person. He's only shared some of the details with one other person and intends to keep whatever else may later become useful about the trip to himself.
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He probably hadn't thought she would actually kill him, probably felt secure in his power. Foolish man.
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In fact, how could any of them assume anything? For whatever reason, they are being kept here as residents of the Tower, as prisoners. Or at least this is the conclusion Sephiroth has reached for now and until he discovers otherwise that will be his opinion.
He swallows a very bitter lump in his throat and draws his gaze away from Nesir. He should be doing more about this, no matter how hopeless his containment here seems - there has to be a way out. Rather than being drawn into Admins' experiments or tagging along with others' expeditions for intelligence when they all have their own agendas.
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