Sephiroth (age 7) (
pinnaculum) wrote in
towerofanimus2013-04-19 08:46 pm
Some say the world will end in fire
Characters: Sephiroth and open!
Setting: Floors 73, 50, 56
Format: Starting in action, but I will match you.
Summary: Sephiroth deals with his feelings about the event, and also with his regain: a Fire Materia.
Warnings: Burning things?
I: Floor 73:
[In the cold of this snowy floor, not far from the ruined castle, there's suddenly a warm bloom of fire. At first, its cause is difficult to isolate. That is because, as small as he is, dressed in his gray clothes, with his silver hair, Sephiroth doesn't stand out in the snowy landscape. But the boy is standing facing where the fire appeared, his arm stretched out toward it. He may well have had something to do with it. Before he lowers his arm, it happens again, another red hot burst moving through the air.
Fire blossoms over and over, each red bloom as hot as the one before it, hanging in the air for a moment before fading and melting the snow beneath. It lights up the grim, gray scene.]
II: Floor 50:
[Sephiroth is seated on the marble floor of the stadium-like space. He's staring ahead, his gaze unfocused. It doesn't seem that his thoughts are quite there, unusual for the young warrior who is usually present and alert.
He was glad to receive the new Materia. He'd been tired of only having defensive and healing Materia, as they were all he'd been allowed to have back on Gaia. Yet his new weapon hasn't cheered him up a great deal. Even the usually largely inexpressive Sephiroth looks noticeably pensive.
Slowly, he puts out a hand. A flame flickers along it and out into the air before him. Anyone can use Materia, but there are varying degrees of control, and Sephiroth is especially skilled. He always has been. The Materia is still new and hasn't gained all the strength it will have, but he can already use it to make either a little fire or a lot. For now, he creates just a little, thoughtfully watching the flames as they appear beyond the tips of his fingers.
He had been experimented on again, had been forced to act in ways he hadn't wanted, unable to speak or control himself. It had been like being back in the lab. This place is like the lab, only everyone here is the experiment, not only him. In some ways, it's not really that different. It's just another lab, that's all. That thought doesn't appeal to him. He frowns.]
III: Floor 56:
[The hospital floor is even more obviously like the lab, like home. Maybe that is why he's standing here now, staring at the beds. They're like the bed where he slept for so much of his life. When the lights flicker out, and the hospital's illusory horrors appear, Sephiroth doesn't so much as blink. He sees them, but they don't frighten him. He knows they're not real.
He puts out a hand to touch one of the mattresses. A moment later, it's on fire.
Sephiroth draws back his hand and stands watching it burn. There's a colder than usual look in his eyes.]
Setting: Floors 73, 50, 56
Format: Starting in action, but I will match you.
Summary: Sephiroth deals with his feelings about the event, and also with his regain: a Fire Materia.
Warnings: Burning things?
I: Floor 73:
[In the cold of this snowy floor, not far from the ruined castle, there's suddenly a warm bloom of fire. At first, its cause is difficult to isolate. That is because, as small as he is, dressed in his gray clothes, with his silver hair, Sephiroth doesn't stand out in the snowy landscape. But the boy is standing facing where the fire appeared, his arm stretched out toward it. He may well have had something to do with it. Before he lowers his arm, it happens again, another red hot burst moving through the air.
Fire blossoms over and over, each red bloom as hot as the one before it, hanging in the air for a moment before fading and melting the snow beneath. It lights up the grim, gray scene.]
II: Floor 50:
[Sephiroth is seated on the marble floor of the stadium-like space. He's staring ahead, his gaze unfocused. It doesn't seem that his thoughts are quite there, unusual for the young warrior who is usually present and alert.
He was glad to receive the new Materia. He'd been tired of only having defensive and healing Materia, as they were all he'd been allowed to have back on Gaia. Yet his new weapon hasn't cheered him up a great deal. Even the usually largely inexpressive Sephiroth looks noticeably pensive.
Slowly, he puts out a hand. A flame flickers along it and out into the air before him. Anyone can use Materia, but there are varying degrees of control, and Sephiroth is especially skilled. He always has been. The Materia is still new and hasn't gained all the strength it will have, but he can already use it to make either a little fire or a lot. For now, he creates just a little, thoughtfully watching the flames as they appear beyond the tips of his fingers.
He had been experimented on again, had been forced to act in ways he hadn't wanted, unable to speak or control himself. It had been like being back in the lab. This place is like the lab, only everyone here is the experiment, not only him. In some ways, it's not really that different. It's just another lab, that's all. That thought doesn't appeal to him. He frowns.]
III: Floor 56:
[The hospital floor is even more obviously like the lab, like home. Maybe that is why he's standing here now, staring at the beds. They're like the bed where he slept for so much of his life. When the lights flicker out, and the hospital's illusory horrors appear, Sephiroth doesn't so much as blink. He sees them, but they don't frighten him. He knows they're not real.
He puts out a hand to touch one of the mattresses. A moment later, it's on fire.
Sephiroth draws back his hand and stands watching it burn. There's a colder than usual look in his eyes.]

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Even if we have been rescued, we are now test subjects.
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Experiments are for gathering information. To further knowledge. Scientific discovery.
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[He was well aware of that phenomenon before coming here.]
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I said this was an experiment. It is known that of the administrators, Jason is the most likely to experiment.
Experiments are not always performed by people who are sane. [He knows this all too well.] Getting results does not mean you will use them. To see what happens...
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Of course, this is all my opinion. You are quite free to think and believe whatever you wish.
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They are unethical. People are altered. The result is the same.
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[Because obviously, that makes a difference.]
They should be eliminated.
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[Sephiroth nods.]
Yes, that would be ideal. It will be difficult.
[He's silent for a moment, pondering.]
You were also fighting the dragons, I remember.
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[At that last comment, chaos smiled.]
We were, along with several others.