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

[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.]

[neverbeamemory]

Exactly. You're not just a nearly-pretty face then.

[Take that as a compliment or an insult Nesir, this is what happens when Sephiroth feels he can make a more teasing comment. He's still not too happy with you after all and that much is obvious; why hide it?]

[culbutiri]

[She rolled her eyes] No apparently I do be being able to be thinking too.

[neverbeamemory]

[Sephiroth just nods and turns his gaze to her from watching the rain]

It's a gift, don't go wasting it. Knowledge is power.

[culbutiri]

I do be having no plans to be wasting it.

[neverbeamemory]

Good.

[Way to go, another conversation murdered. It doesn't take Sephiroth long to have his gaze wander away from Nesir again, out from the tree, on the look out for any flying monsters that might come their way.]

[culbutiri]

[She sighed and looked up at the tree line.]

[neverbeamemory]

[He wants to, but he's not going to make a comment about how drink kills brain cells.

Instead he's doing a very good job of being his usual introverted self.]

[culbutiri]

[She moves after a moment and slowly makes her way down the tree to a more substantial branch, before walking across and swinging over to Sephiroth's tree and climbing to meet him.]

I do be giving you [She looked around before taking something from a branch] An acorn for your thoughts.

[neverbeamemory]

[Well, what caused that? Sephiroth slyly glances over Nesir's shoulder to see if there was a monster or something near her that she could have been moving away from.

Eyebrows fold together at her gesture, he glances to her hand and then over her again in general to try and figure her out by body language perhaps.]

Uh...

[He thinks too much, about too many things at the same time and much too hard than most others would be able to. There is a reason some would refer to him as insane. It's difficult to pinpoint a single thought that he's willing to share with Nesir, but for sake of distraction while the rain pours and they're stuck here-]

What do you suppose will happen, with us now? [Shock. He refers to 'us' - ie. the group of them that for better or worse at least relied on each other for a short time downstairs]

[culbutiri]

[Nesir thought about that, not difficult to guess what he was referring too.] I do be supposing Ganondorf do be having further plans, he will no be stopping at just information.

[neverbeamemory]

No I should imagine he wouldn't.

[Sephiroth's gaze drops a little. Another thing to decide upon; whether or not to continue his allegiance with Ganondorf. Sure he hasn't anything better to do with his time but who's to know when it will become less for his own benefit and more his loyalty being used.]

You would do that all again?

[culbutiri]

Of course I would be. [She raises an eyebrow at him, she hadn't marked him as someone afraid of death or pain] I do be seeing no better ideas of how to be escaping.

[neverbeamemory]

[He meets that eyebrow with one of his own, a fine silver line drawn upwards. He's not afraid in the slightest, but if he were going to die even more...the apparent risk involved, the meddling with his soul...the hours he spends working out to maintain and surpass his own physical perfection...he can't just go throwing his body away like that every time someone 'legit' has a crazy idea.]

Escaping? [He almost huffed at her. Somehow he doesn't think that's Ganon's game. When they had first met, he'd made a selling point out of the control mechanisms the Tower has...it could tempt anyone who would dream of absolute power but Sephiroth's scope is so much wider.]

One could dream, I suppose. Currently we're all much-to restricted for that.

[culbutiri]

Yes well we do be needing more information before that do be being a reality.

[neverbeamemory]

Makes you wonder, if we will ever know enough.

You could surround yourself with all the answers, but still not be sure what action to take. Still question whether the action you intended to take is actually worthwhile. Or not.

[That last part said with a slight scowl, Sephiroth thinks too much.]