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towerofanimus2013-03-17 11:38 am
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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.]
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.]
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.]
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...]
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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[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?]
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[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.]
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"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).]
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"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."
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[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!"
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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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Oooh! Oooh! Ooo! Sephy! Can you teach me how to fly? I'll.. I'll-!
[What was Luffy's most precious treasure? He couldn't give up his hat, and it wasn't as if he could give away his rubber powers. Digging through his pockets once more, Luffy returns with his hand around a large leg of meat fresh from one of the lower floors (cooked over a spitfire, of course). His eyes begin to glaze over with tears, looking at the sizeable meatbone with a sorrowful frown.]
I'll give you this meat I found. If.. If.. *SNIFF* If it means learning how to fly!
[Why didn't he offer this to Sephiroth over the rice ball? I.. I've got nothing.]
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Keep your food. It's not a skill that you can learn regardless, some are just born with gifts others don't.
[Never mind Sephiroth hadn't been born with such power, this was indeed a power that Mother had granted him when he'd merged with her in the Lifestream that first time. A lot of his extra power came from that merger, not that he was ever by any means weak.
The wind was starting to flick at the ends of his silver hair again, and the long leather coat was starting to flap again in the wind as it started to pick up again. Sephiroth looked over towards the stairwell momentarily before uttering one last thing to Luffy before heading to the stairs.]
And it's Sef-i-roth [He spoke lowly with a set jaw, sternly, phonetically correcting not only Luffy's earlier attempt but hopefully making it clear that he's not impressed by the shortening of his name like that.]