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towerofanimus2013-04-03 09:34 pm
ajealouswind) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-03 09:34 pm
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01.5 - Nightmares Within Nightmares
Characters: Kain and anyone else
Setting: Dorms (Room 3-06 and nearby), Floor 61
Format: Prose to start, happy to follow with either
Summary: Kain is back, after two months wandering the husk of his dead world. He's not taking it terribly well.
Warnings: An angsty and volatile dragoon?
Darkness. Cold. Solitary suffering in the ruined remains of the world he had once saved, that was the existence he had come to know so well in these past... how long? Time had quickly begun to lose meaning, when the same grey sky and same blackened land was all there was. Which was why when he felt soft sheets beneath him and heard voices somewhere nearby that he jolted sharply, violently awake. He tossed aside the sheets, gasped, coughed, and passed his hands over his face as he tried to get his bearings. When his hands reached the collar around his neck, things began to make a sick sort of sense.
The Tower. I've been returned to The Tower.
And then a sick feeling came to his stomach, as he could no longer deny that the letter from his first morning had been truthful. His world was destroyed. Those were the remains of it. Heedless of anyone that might have also been in the room, he bolted for the door. He needed to breathe. He needed water. He needed to be away, to be somewhere high, if he could find it.... but that would have to wait until later. The bathrooms were closest. He would duck into the first one that he found, to splash water on his face and to drink. To collect and compose himself, and fight back the urge to have an ugly and undignified emotional outburst. Or an uglier one than he was already having.
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The Tower had... changed since he had last explored it. To his knowledge, the graveyard had been at the very top. But he had gone thirteen floors past that, for the stairs kept leading ever higher and higher. This was mad. This was impossible. Was this a further sign that he had somehow lost his mind?
This was as good a floor as any to stop and rest and try to recompose himself. A blue sky and warm weather was comforting, after what he had been through. And he had yet to notice that the hills and clouds quite literally had eyes. So he stretched, and then he found a rock to sit on, and he breathed deeply....
Wait. Was that a chocobo rushing through the grass? That was a chocobo, wasn't it? When was the last time he had eaten roast chocobo? Far too long. Well then, this was a chance to rectify that, wasn't it? And roast chocobo would be a far finer meal than the dusty bars that The Tower administrators were providing. He gripped his makeshift spear and lowered himself so that the high grass concealed him. Let it come closer, just a bit closer, just within range of a good, long jump... and he hoped, as he waited, that something or someone wouldn't show up and frighten it away.
Setting: Dorms (Room 3-06 and nearby), Floor 61
Format: Prose to start, happy to follow with either
Summary: Kain is back, after two months wandering the husk of his dead world. He's not taking it terribly well.
Warnings: An angsty and volatile dragoon?
Darkness. Cold. Solitary suffering in the ruined remains of the world he had once saved, that was the existence he had come to know so well in these past... how long? Time had quickly begun to lose meaning, when the same grey sky and same blackened land was all there was. Which was why when he felt soft sheets beneath him and heard voices somewhere nearby that he jolted sharply, violently awake. He tossed aside the sheets, gasped, coughed, and passed his hands over his face as he tried to get his bearings. When his hands reached the collar around his neck, things began to make a sick sort of sense.
The Tower. I've been returned to The Tower.
And then a sick feeling came to his stomach, as he could no longer deny that the letter from his first morning had been truthful. His world was destroyed. Those were the remains of it. Heedless of anyone that might have also been in the room, he bolted for the door. He needed to breathe. He needed water. He needed to be away, to be somewhere high, if he could find it.... but that would have to wait until later. The bathrooms were closest. He would duck into the first one that he found, to splash water on his face and to drink. To collect and compose himself, and fight back the urge to have an ugly and undignified emotional outburst. Or an uglier one than he was already having.
-
The Tower had... changed since he had last explored it. To his knowledge, the graveyard had been at the very top. But he had gone thirteen floors past that, for the stairs kept leading ever higher and higher. This was mad. This was impossible. Was this a further sign that he had somehow lost his mind?
This was as good a floor as any to stop and rest and try to recompose himself. A blue sky and warm weather was comforting, after what he had been through. And he had yet to notice that the hills and clouds quite literally had eyes. So he stretched, and then he found a rock to sit on, and he breathed deeply....
Wait. Was that a chocobo rushing through the grass? That was a chocobo, wasn't it? When was the last time he had eaten roast chocobo? Far too long. Well then, this was a chance to rectify that, wasn't it? And roast chocobo would be a far finer meal than the dusty bars that The Tower administrators were providing. He gripped his makeshift spear and lowered himself so that the high grass concealed him. Let it come closer, just a bit closer, just within range of a good, long jump... and he hoped, as he waited, that something or someone wouldn't show up and frighten it away.
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"I've been away for what I suspect is two months. I want a meal that's not mealy, dry bar of nothing. Would you say that the chocobos here are safe to eat?" That, he wasn't quite sure of. And if he could find the answer to his question without taking a big bite of poisoned poultry, so much the better.
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At Kain's question, Sephiroth shakes his head and raises his gaze once more to meet the other man's. Ever shifting vibrant green orbs piercing as if they might be able to see right through inside a person.
"I couldn't tell you, but I know that others are in the habit of hunting game in the forest for food. Though-" Sephiroth wrinkled his nose a little, as if the scent in the air had changed a little; perhaps the bloodied-scent had started to waft further away from the monsters corpse now "-it doesn't seem particularly, appetizing..."
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Such an odd, discomforting look in the other man's eyes. If he was indeed a man. This tower was full of strange things. Which was why he remained standing straight, and wasn't going to work in field dressing the bird.
"...I don't think we've introduced ourselves. I'm Kain Highwind, dragoon of the Kingdom of Baron." And that's what he would always be. Even having left to atone for his sins. Even though Baron was nothing but ruin and ash.
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The appeal of fresh meat isn't completely lost on Sephiroth, considering the nutri-bar only diet currently offered in the Cafeteria. Apparently Jason doesn't think that flavor is all that necessary. He can see that logic as well. Less work to keep those that are in need of food, alive enough for whatever it is he has in store for them this month.
Now didn't that sound regal, the way that Kain introduced himself. Certainly explained the 'theme' to his armor. Dragoon. Like dragon. Sephiroth almost cracked a smile at the pride that shone through with a title like that, part of him being more than a little curious what he'd done to obtain such a name for himself.
"I'm Sephiroth." There is not an accompanying title to his name, nor even a surname like Kain had. Back home, there would be no need for such. "...that's an intriguing title at least. Though I suppose Baron is your tragedy?"
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"Baron is my homeland, yes." It's quite unsubtle, how suddenly uncomfortable Kain looked. How did he know? But no, he couldn't, weren't all their places of origin a tragedy, now? He let that tense irritation slide away, finally kneeling to begin to deal with the dead chocobo.
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He did after all, refer to his homeland still in the present tense. Maybe he hasn't been in the Tower that long, yet.
As Kain turns to deal with his kill, Sephiroth's gaze slides away back over the grass, to find his pathway again to the stairwell.
"Well then, all the best. Be careful that the blood doesn't attract other monsters." He utters lowly, offering a single nod back towards Kain before walking away.