towerofanimus | Log 017 | A year in 6 days...

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Log 017 | A year in 6 days...

Characters: Sephiroth & YOU
Setting: During the "Like a Lion" Event - March 17th to 23rd, Seasons/Locations in below
Format: Prose/Action.
Summary: Sephiroth around the Tower during the Event. To summarize: Wet Leather, Bad-Silver-Hair Day, WTF Tornado and Icicle-Roth if anyone would be looking for him/if Dorm-mates are around.
Warnings: Not like anyone could be happy? Angry Sephiroth is a usual warning given, especially for Spring/Summer.

Spring- Anywhere in the Tower
[What a way to wake up.

First impression: someone's thought it would be funny to pull a prank and soak him in his bed. Though by the time Sephiroth's shot out of the bed and started looking around for the culprit it's clear that the downpour is coming from the ceiling?. Raining. Indoors. And it's not light rain either. Within just a few moments the water is already streaming through his long hair and dripping into a puddle on the floor behind him. Though it seemed to wash over his leather pants, not soak in - a small mercy as the next thing noticed was the deteriorating condition of the trunk at the end of his bed.

Thankfully, his clothing being decent quality leather and folded up neatly in the trunk had meant that it wasn't already soaked on the inside by the time he'd put it on. Not so lucky was the copy of Run, Melos! that Tohko had given him for Christmas, which had been on the nightstand and was now not much more than a lump of pulp on the floor. But even such hardy, leather material can only deal with so much water and as Sephiroth carefully descends through the Tower via the stairwells (since the lifts aren't working) he's starting already to feel wetness seeping in through seams. He's going to be soaked if the lining of his jacket and pants gets saturated. If his only clothing gets ruined by this, there will be hell to pay.]

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Summer - Anywhere in the Tower
[From wet to hot-dry in such a sudden shift. These extremes are the worst for keeping anything without damage. This includes clothing; though it is much too hot to be walking around clad in his leather trench coat and armor, which he has left to dry out in the Dormitory today - and hair!

Sephiroth has already spent an hour or two going to every single shower room, on every single dormitory floor in the Tower trying to find a shower that works. He would then extend his search to any floor that he knows that there is (or was) a body of water on. Not only so that he can at least have some chance to cool off from this heatwave, but he needs to run his hair under running water for at least a few minutes. As a result from the sodden state it had been in from all the downpours, Sephiroth's long silver hair is now clumped together most horridly in long tangles which are starting to frizz and split in the dry heat. Even running his fingers through it has most recently become an impossible task; there is now his own sweat involved as well.

And then as if it wasn't bad enough, before long the air seemed to be getting heavier with humidity by the minute. He could almost feel his hair soaking up all the extra moisture in the air and becoming even more of an untangle-able mess. Damn admins, like he needs another reason to hate you.]

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Autumn - Stadium Floor 50
[Anyone should have realized what the theme was this time, by now.

Sure it's infuriating having to kick your way through the thick blanket of leaves that seem to be everywhere but it's not so encumbering for one who can if need be, hover over them. At least he's in better spirits today on account of being able to get his first shower in over 42 hours. Sephiroth is quite content enough with the apparent increased encounter rate with monsters, it keeps him occupied which is something he's been severely lacking recently.

He's currently engaged with a Hagraven at around 20 feet in the air. Those who would be able to follow such accelerated speeds could get the impression that he's using it for practice. Playing strike for strike while improving his aerial agility in having to dodge those elemental attacks in less than a heartbeat. There is only so long you can play with the same monster though and eventually Sephiroth cleanly cuts head from body and both plummet to the floor of the Stadium.

Sephiroth hadn't noticed the tornado whip up in the meantime though; indeed there hadn't been much reason to be watching the leaves on the ground. Next thing he knows he's having to curl knees up into chest and tuck his head down as well, to prevent any leaf or other debris ripping him too much. The tornado just violently sweeps him along for the ride, before he collides with the ceiling and then free-falls down into the floor- black feathers drifting somewhat lazily down in his wake.

Well that was a new thing for this floor. It's nothing compared to the gravity-smashing he'd experienced in Riki's security control room but he might just lie there for a moment until the pain recedes. Here's hoping there isn't another monster waiting down there to finish him off...]

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Winter- Dormitory 03-02
[After flinging all the snow off his bed the first time he'd awoken in this extreme winter Sephiroth wished he hadn't. The movement of the sheets and blankets drafted all of the cold air outside and exterminated what little warmth his body had generated overnight. He'd pulled it all back around himself soon enough though not before the chill had already started. The shivering, the ice-breath, it was reminiscent of when he'd been ill in December except this cold was a lot sharper. A quick glance around destroyed the possibility of getting warm by putting layers on also, the trunk looked more covered with snow than his sheets were. He'd just have to curl up and wait it out, as uncomfortable as it is Sephiroth knows that temperature can't kill him.

A few hours later, as the temperature continues to plummet, on a cellular level Sephiroth begins to shut down. To prevent the cold from killing him, his cells must concentrate completely on self-preservation and they need all the energy they can get if he's to be maintained in such a hibernation state. All other functions must be stopped or slowed down. It starts with extreme lethargy as the shivering slows and then stops. Sephiroth is barely aware of what his body is making him do but as he spirals into unconsciousness he's got no choice but to accept it.

He's not dead, however it might seem at first glance. But it's as close as he can get to it without giving up that slowed pulse. At the rate the blizzard is going he'll soon be buried, frozen under all that snow.]

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[Oooof. Hearty slap on the back isn't good when you're already prone on the ground with more than a few broken parts of your chest. Sephiroth grimaces for a moment and then reigns that expression back under control. He decides to at least prop himself up on his arms and work himself back into sitting on his knees. Sephiroth doesn't need another slap to the back like that right now. Sure his still-damaged hair might drag on the floor but it couldn't get much worse than it had been during the Summer-y climate.

This kid's enthusiasm was bordering on irritating but surely it was about time someone realized how superior Sephiroth was to most. For this reason he humors the guy. Pumping his ego up might cushion the fact he didn't even see the tornado that had blown up out of no where; to a certain extent the injuries were due to his own failure in awareness.]

I'm Sephiroth [And may he never forget it.] I've been here a while now, you?

[If this was pushing the limit of aggitation, poor Sephiroth hadn't seen anything yet. He rose to his own feet as the warrior did the same, watching him with anxious curiosity. Brushing himself off, his eyes glued to the long blade which the silver-haired hero held in his hand.]

"Safe-Er-Roth, huh? That's a weird name. I'm Monkey D. Luffy. I'm the man who's going to be the Pirate King. Where'd you get such a huge sword like that? Are you a samurai? I hear samurai are really strong and cool!"

[Masamune was vanished instantly with a flick of the wrist once Sephiroth got to his feet; how the sword hadn't fallen or been knocked out of his grip during that tornado was testament to what level sword and man are as close as to be one being. Then, like Luffy he slowly brushed his leather pants down though carefully so he didn't have to endure anymore shots of pain from leaning over too far.

Sephiroth stopped abruptly and an eyebrow was raised at the attempted phonetic way the other guy tried to say his name. He does dislike it, it sounds mocking. However he spends time with another who's spoken word isn't exactly 'by the book' either, so he's willing to let that slide for a while. But Pirate king? and samurai?-]

What are you talking about?

"Huh? What? You mean samurai? Or being the Pirate King? Haven't you ever heard of Gold Roger?"

[Luffy merely gives him a long, hard stare. Regardless of cool swords and hair, any person worth their salt knew about the greatest pirate to ever live. How could some one have not heard about Gold Roger? Unless of course.. Then it strikes him that perhaps the samurai wasn't from Luffy's own world. He'd heard from Suzaku that there would be others like this in the Tower, but he hadn't really bumped into too many of them.]

"Oh, you're probably from a world that doesn't have a Gold Roger. That seems pretty boring."

I've got a feeling you're going to tell me about it all anyway.

[Sure, he's leading the guy on a little. The more excited and noisy he got, the less likely the next monster would go for Sephiroth first. Which gives him time to recover. Not only that, it's good to learn about all the different worlds that are represented here.]

Why would I do that? If you aren't from the same place as me, why would it matter? Not like you can go find the One Piece.

Besides, you've got a cool sword. You should really worry more about your sword than worry about me.

[Sephiroth shrugs. Ok so maybe this guy wasn't all that hyperactive; he was right in a way though, what was the point of knowing all about those worlds that were. It doesn't affect anything here after all.]

And why should I have to worry about Masamune? [And why not give the name of the sword to the kid? He himself hardly refers to it as just a 'sword' after all, normal swords don't tend to be bound to a person the way that Sephiroths' is.]

"Huh? Your sword has a name? Oh wow! So you have a named sword, too? You must know Zoro then!"

[Luffy's eyes are still bright and brimming with excitement, naive and ignorant to Sephiroth's attitude. He's totally warranted to dislike Luffy, but at least the lad wasn't coming off with ill-intentions. He's too stupid for that. No, really. He is.]

"You'll be disappointed again. I assume Zoro is another guy with a named sword?"

[Really, this kid just wasn't getting the hint! He's NOT social by anyone's standards and it's irritating already with the over-excitement in Luffy's tone. True, it could be worse, there are a handful of people who might take advantage of his injured state for their own purposes and Luffy doesn't seem to be one of them.]

"Yeah! He's my swordsman! He's aiming to be the Greatest Swordsman in the world!"

[The shine fades from Luffy's eyes as he nods his head, looking about their setting with a slightly worrisome frown.]

"Getting out of here and past all these annoying animals is a breeze, but man is it annoying. You can probably handle yourself, right?"

[Luffy reaches into the depths of his pocket, retriving one or two rice balls his room mate had made for him in the cafeteria. No worries, Sephiroth! They're wrapped and fresh from this morning.]

"'S'not much, but here! In case you get hungry. Gotta' help each other out if we're gonna' be stuck here."

[By the time Luffy has gotten to the part where he's offering Sephiroth food, Sephiroth has somewhat zoned out from the mindless chatter. He's concentrating more on his inward focus, to speed up the recovery from his injuries from the fall. Luffy would clearly provide an easier target for any monster that would come across them after all, but it was imperative not to remain injured in this place for very long.

Healing is going well, though occasionally having to force bones to be reset correctly provides more than enough of a distraction for him to stop being irritated simply by Luffy's manner.

He blinks his focus back into the here and now in time to register the food offer. Then shakes his head.]

"I don't need your help."

"Eh? You don't want the food?"

[Luffy stares at it, pulling back the wrapping and offering it to the tall swordsman once more.]

"You sure? They're pretty good. It'll make ya' feel better, especially after that fall."

[What was this guy's deal?, he thought. To not accept food meant that there was some deeper issue at foot. With what little intellect he could muster, he'd get to the bottom of this no matter what!]

"Do you not eat food? Are you like a plant? I knew a guy like that. He'd just stand out in the sun for a while and soak it in."

[A Plant? Seriously? Sephiroth is far from it, though putting it like that makes him sound like he's a step behind rather than a step beyond in terms of his perfection. To say he doesn't like being insulted as such is an understatement.

His expression drops into a scowl. No one has any respect in this place but then, it's not like he can generate it the same way as he would if he were back home. Death is hardly a threat here and he's just a resident like everyone else.]

"No."

[He drops this conversation before Luffy's irritating character manages to bypass the veil of aching pain he's composing himself behind. Taking a breath he heads for the stairwell]

"Ehh~? No what? No you don't eat food or no you're not a plant? Man, you're confusing. One minute you're looking all cool and now you're only sayin' one word sentences."

[He scratches the side of his head, looking quite perplexed by Sephiroth's attitude.]

"That's no way to treat a friend."

"Both."

[He stops just a few feet from the stairwell, listening out for the wind before looking back over his shoulder at Luffy. It bugs him that he's being rude to someone who, for all the annoyance, was paying him a compliment. It was about damn time someone did in this place and he felt he should at least -try- to be more civil. He takes a slow breath, winces a little and then replies.]

"Lets just say, I don't have a requirement to eat in the way that most would. I'm not averse to a good meal but frankly, the mood hasn't taken me in a while.

And I have no need for 'Friends'"

"No need.. For friends?"

[His face contorts, twisting into a frown before then warping into a large grin. He buckles, holding his stomach in pain as he begins to laugh aloud.]

"Wow, really?! That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard!! I knew you were funny but really? Of course you need friends! We're friends, aren't we?"

[There is nothing funny about the way that scowl works it's way across Sephiroth's features. Yet another resident to laugh in his face and the only reason he allowed such an insult last time was because they were temporarily a 'team'.

Luffy has no such history, nor has even met Sephiroth before. Masamune slides out, back into reality, held tightly in a clenched fist out to the side of him, a hair of patience holds him back from not already having attacked.]

"Stop laughing." [A simple enough request.]

[His laughter dies instantly, watching Sephiroth carefully. Raising his hand to the brim of his hat, he tips it while maintaining a look of concern for the swordsman.]

"Oi, oi. You don't wanna' do that. There's no need to draw swords, not when I was just trying to joke with you."

[There's a change in his eyes, a look of severity that he had not shown just yet in Sephiroth's presence. He had no intention of fighting, nor did he have any intention of releasing his haki. His eyes read like an open book, to someone like Sephiroth who had seen many battles. These were the eyes of an unwaving giant, a power that had been squelched and restrained.]

"Don't go pulling that sword out unless you plan on putting your life up as the wager.."

[He still hasn't turned, looking Luffy deep in the eye from over an armored shoulder. He doesn't want to fight either really but would if his ego was kicked enough to make him feel like he needed to justify himself. Fighting whilst at a disadvantage, or having just fallen 30 odd feet is not an ideal situation.

He's not clouded in pain enough though, not to recognize something lurking just beneath the skin of the younger guy. Masamune is held fast, though not de-summoned yet.]

"Don't joke with me. Lest I feel the need to take you up on that gamble."

[A well-controlled, steady tone in this warning if nothing else.]

"Who said I was joking? It's you who'd be throwing your life away.."

[His eyes stay fixed on the SOLDIER, neither moving or shifting from where he stood. The subtle movements of his breathing lifted his shoulders as his chest raised, remaining calm and collected under the circumstances.

The once foolish-looking young man then tipped the hat atop his head, letting it fall back off of his head and catching his neck with a tie.]

"I had a big breakfast, and I aim to eat a big lunch. Your call. No hard feelings regardless of what happens. It'd be a shame to ruin the chance to be friends."

[Though his train of thought was still a bit off the mark. How could he be thinking of being friends with this guy still?]

"Hmph. It's all pointless really."

[Masamune is vanished in a similar flick of the wrist as the first time, though Sephiroth is more carefully watching Luffy now. He clearly shouldn't be jumping into a fight, injured, without knowing more about his opponent.]

"..."

[That is almost a groan against the aching pain throbbing away at his collarbone for having to bear the great swords weight in his hand even for that moment.]

[Crossing his arms over his chest, his head dropped to the side as his eyes turned to a look of concern. Tapping the tip of his toes against the ground, a long sigh came up from his belly. This guy was as rough as they came, and in his mind he was certain that if his swordsman was here, he would be an even match against his blades.]

"Man, you really are somethin'. You're probably just gonna' say "no", but you should get those ribs taken care of. How bad do they hurt?"

[Luffy meant no offense, and even after the minor standoff, he was still very much interested in befriending the fellow (regardless of how intimidating he looked).]

[Did you see him fall nearly 30 feet Luffy? Most would probably be dead after a fall like that. Even so, it's somewhat of a reminder to himself of his own limitations - pain is a harsh mistress but such injury highlights weakness to be improved upon. As does the renewed pain as he gingerly draws a hand into his jacket to press at three of those ribs on one side.]

"They'll heal, quicker than most as well." [He'll never admit to the pounding agony going on between those points of his chest. Perhaps he will head down to the Infirmary and bind it up for support in the meantime if nothing else. Painkillers won't work so there is little other option.]

"I guess if you're a flyer here you can expect to fall sometimes." [He huffs somewhat ironically, only once though.] "Lesson learned."

"Flah.. Flay.. Flyer?!"

[Oh no. Sephiroth. Why, why did you have to go and give away a detail that Luffy is totally going to misconstrue? His eyes flash from aggressive to those now familiar star filled orbs. Bending his knees and clenching his fists at his waist, Luffy's mouth dropped as he cried out in excitement.]

"SEPHY?! YOU CAN FLY?! THAT'S SO COOL! COOL, COOL, COOL!"

[Perhaps Luffy had been so impressed with his fighting earlier that he'd failed to notice that he was actually in the air for it. Until that tornado had smashed him up into the ceiling, that is.

He watches Luffy's little display and is a little thrown off in fitting it into the opinion of the guy, that he's starting to form in his mind. He'd spiraled from over-excitable to threatening and now it was back to over-excitable again. Really, what is this guy about? The silver haired mans expression is laced with annoyance for just a moment, before returning to it's blankness. It is refreshing to have someone so impressed over his powers - but, 'Sephy'? really?]

It's more like - [Pauses. Then realizes it's probably best to keep it simple, who knows what Luffy would think if he tried to explain about psychic powers.] - well I guess it is flying.

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