Log 017 | A year in 6 days...

[neverbeamemory]

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.]

Comments

[culbutiri]

Nesir nodded and followed him down, tucking her hair behind her ears again.

We can extend this into the Forest (Fl 6) then?

[neverbeamemory]

So many stairs like so many small waterfalls, the rain was unrelenting as they descended down to the 6th Floor. Sephiroth is much too sure-footed and aware of how slippery the vast water flow makes the stairwells to be able to be caught out by it though. If it got too ridiculous he could always will himself to float down rather than walk.

The way the bangs on the front of his hair have turned into two near-flat waterfalls themselves though, is something more than just irritating whenever he turns his head and flicks water in his eyes. It adds a great deal of weight to his hair in general as well, being so waterlogged. Even running his hands through it didn't help very much more anymore, it was more like running hands through a stream by the time they got down to the 6th Floor.

He checked every so often over his shoulder to make sure Nesir was still there, though more out of curiosity than any real concern. Still he did wait for her to catch up before heading out into the Forest floor.

The major difference was the way that the rain resonated on and around the trees, muffling the pattering that had turned into background noise on their long descent. Sephiroth didn't care much for how soggy the ground was though, but it's not like he doesn't have boots on.

[culbutiri]

Nesir kept up well, though she was slower that usual, not wanting to slip on the stairs. Her clothes were weighing her down as well, as light as they were usually.

She didn't seem too bothered by the mud even with her bare feet, she headed to one of the larger trees and stood near the trunk glad to be out of the persistent downpour, even if drips of water still came through the leaves.

She squeezed her hair trying to get the water out of it. "You do be looking rediculous." She told him with a grin.

[neverbeamemory]

Wet leather gloves were the first thing to be peeled off of hands when Sephiroth had followed Nesir over to the tree large enough to at least provide some shelter. He flicked them away from the pair of them to try and get them a little dried before tucking them into a corner with a low branch so he could have hands free.

He slid hands down over his leather jacket which looked from all the water like it was made of much shinier, faker material than it actually was. Though a lot of the surface water was quite easily wiped away, sometimes there were groans and squeaks from the material as he moved arms within it. Wet leather and wet lining material clings a lot more to skin.

Apparently ignoring Nesir's comment, Sephiroth went about dragging as much of the mass amount of silver saturated hair forward from where it rested between pauldrons at his back usually. Once satisfied he had it all over one shoulder, similarly to Nesir he began to wring out as much of the water as he could, starting as close to the collar at his neck as the clinging leather could allow him to move to get to and working down to the tips.

[culbutiri]

[She rang out water from her sleeves and the bottom of her uniform.] Well this do be a little better.

[neverbeamemory]

[Sephiroth graced her with a single glance before the last wring-out of the tips of his hair. He dropped it all back over his shoulder again when he was done. He didn't look much drier at all though at least rain wasn't trailing down out of his hair across his face anymore.]

Small mercy's.

[Then he took a very careful look around himself. Knowing well how monster-infested this floor can be usually.]

[culbutiri]

[She's doing the same, drawing one of her throwing daggers just in case.] So how have you been being?

[neverbeamemory]

[The last he saw Nesir-

-she'd been laughing at him. That's not exactly encouraging for idle conversation. Sephiroth drew all of his attention into the surrounding forest. Remembering the fight with the Dragon he'd had here one night. Wondering what creatures the mass amounts of rain might conjure.

Without so much as a look in her direction, Sephiroth answered dully.]

Not much.

[culbutiri]

[That's because she respects him, mostly, figures he could take a little teasing. Doesn't even realise he's holding that against her.]

Well you do be being as talkative as usual.

[neverbeamemory]

[Sephiroth is way too serious minded to even pick up on such teasing, much less understand it's light-hearted purpose if he had even noticed it.

He glances momentarily over his shoulder and then up over his head, as if the pattering of the rain on the leaves high above could be masking other sounds.]

I'm not one for idle chatter.

[So what. It's not a weakness]

[culbutiri]

[She just shrugged and went back to looking around for any creatures.]

[neverbeamemory]

[It had to be the longest he recalls being on this floor without being attacked either by a monster or by the indigenous mutated wildlife. It's unsettling to think where they might all be hiding during the downpour, or rather waiting in ambush for either one of them to let their guard down.

Sephiroth looks back to the tree for a moment before smirking a little at Nesir]

So, tree climbing?

[culbutiri]

[She smirked at that] First to the top do be winning. [She sheathed her dagger though she was still keeping alert for threats.]

And flying do be cheating.

[neverbeamemory]

Might be safer than hanging around down here where they can come for us on all sides, is all.

[It might have been a challenge if he was good at tree-climbing. He's all for proving himself in a challenge that he knows he can win. Making himself look stupid at something he's not got any experience with isn't something he'd try, he'd practice alone first until he was the level of excellence that he applies himself to in all things.

Besides, she'd only laugh again. He didn't care so much about being made fun of, to be true, why should he concern himself with what a human thinks of him? It was the utter disrespect such a thing displayed, which in turn quickly reminds Sephiroth that there really isn't much he can do to enforce that respect, given the restrictions based on his condition here.

Sephiroth puts his gloves back on and then pulls himself up to that first branch, firmly extending his telekinetic power in a similar way he does to when he flies - to keep balance.]

[culbutiri]

[Nesir has no gloves, or shoes for that matter but pulls herself up onto the first branch, finding her gril on the wet branches. Her eyes seeking foot holds and handholds. They did such exercises in the temple and though she was out of practice she found her focus quickly. ]

[neverbeamemory]

[Sephiroth refrains from climbing very far up the tree and sticks to the thicker branches near to the trunk. He's not afraid too much of falling, but simply the extra weight of him could cause some branches to buckle. Sure he could use his power to lessen his weight on them but really was such a thing necessary?

Such a thing would only draw attention to them and they've been lucky so far. Plus the fact how'd you know what might be hiding further up the tree. Some monsters can fly too. Perhaps Nesir might discover this if she got too lost in her climbing.]

[culbutiri]

Giving up already? [Nesir's a bit above him, she's lucky that she is smaller and can go higher safely. She's alert for monsters but so far it was quiet.]

[neverbeamemory]

[Seriously? Is all the returned look says, held for a few moments before again glancing around for monsters.]

You lose all of the cover from the rain if you climb too high.

[culbutiri]

[She rolled her eyes, lighten up Sephiroth. Life was too miserable to take so seriously, she found a sterdy looking branch to sit on.] I do be guessing so.

[neverbeamemory]

[Rolling your eyes isn't going to recover you any from the insulting way you laughed at him Nesir. Yes he's a serious guy but that's just how he is doesn't know any other way and the sooner people started to realize that the easier co-existence here would be. 'Be Happy Here' is just something he can't be.

With a little assistance from his telekinetic ability Sephiroth hoists himself up to the next branch up the tree and sits, still having to look up at Nesir but not so much. The odd rivulet of rain still drips down his face occasionally but he's doing his best to ignore the discomfort.]

[culbutiri]

So what do you be thinking the rain do be being for? [If he's going to be boring they might as well try and figure this out.]

[neverbeamemory]

It's too early to tell.

[Yep. Serious conversation Sephiroth is more likely to respond to. Talking to others has to be constructive, and figuring out as much as possible about this place fits the bill]

It's never all at once with the experiments I've been exposed to at least, there is always a pre-cursor. Like when the temperature plummeted that one month.

[culbutiri]

Yes, so the question do be, what will be happening next. [Flooding perhaps? Could they flood the entire tower?]

[neverbeamemory]

That depends on who we are dealing with. If it is assumed that Zo has been promoted as Dax' replacement this month, then there isn't any way to tell. Better to be prepared for anything, always.

[Because the food in the Cafeteria could be meant to mislead them? Sure it hasn't yet but that's not ever to rule it out.

Not that Sephiroth would even eat the dinosaur bites if he did need the sustenance.]

[culbutiri]

Yes and if it do be Zo then we do no be knowing his motives, what he do be wanting, what he do be like. [That's just stubbornness Sephiroth, nothing wrong with dinosaur bites.]