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towerofanimus2013-04-21 12:59 pm
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Log 019 | Rebellion: Aftermath
Characters: Sephiroth & OPEN
Setting: 21st - 23rd April
Format: wordy!Prose & Action: I'll follow.
Summary: Sephiroth deals with the Aftermath of being controlled. Slight break in the bathroom, then a 3-daybinge!monster hunt for venting.
Warnings: Approach at your own risk. He's PISSED but won't take it out on anyone unless they push the button. He might well just ignore you completely but be prepared for short/snappy comments. Also, there is almost always a retrieval unit nearby.
>A) April 21st. Male Bathroom: Dormitory Floor 3
SMASH Might be heard from the corridor passing one of the male bathrooms.
He can't bear to even look at himself right now. Sephiroth was half-dressed, leaning over the sink and staring into the empty space on the wall where there had been a mirror - though the outraged telekinetic wave had shattered every mirror along the wall and cracked a few tiles as well. THIS Bathroom. It could be or it could be one of the others they all look the same. Where he'd been so humiliatingly unable to even scrub a wall with a brush. He'd caught a glimpse of himself in the mirrors then; those somewhat dulled green eyes, his stained hair. Those wings which had replaced arms in an all-too-personal jest at his heritage, rendering him pretty much useless in the process.
Even though he'd been returned to normal, Sephiroth couldn't now look in the mirror and call what he sees his own again. Despite spending most of the day under a scalding hot shower, scrubbing layer upon layer of skin away. He has a body. But it cannot now, not be ever considered completely his own. Not while this collar remains around his neck. He's not tried so hard before, in a long time, to wrench it from around his neck, the skin around the unbreakable thing was stinging slightly from the effort. As if it wasn't bad enough, thanks to the network, Sephiroth now questioned even his own willpower. Ganon, if it had been the troll, had called one of those traitors weak-minded. How it always was the same people, who either subconsciously asked for it or couldn't resist being controlled-
He'd been involved in something nearly every month since he's been here.
The epidemic, Ruana's games, now this.
Why was he even susceptible? He was stronger than this.
Because he had already given up so much of himself before...
NO. NO. NO. NO. NO.
They hadn't claimed his mind. He couldn't let them have his will like that. EVER.
A moment of clarity pauses his thoughts and Sephiroth looks around. They'd be sending workers this way shortly, he didn't want to be here when they arrived. Slipping his leather jacket back on and crunching broken glass under boot Sephiroth headed back into the corridor.
Good luck to anyone who tried to stop to speak to him in the corridor on the way back to his Dormitory. He might even push past you if you're in the way, he doesn't care for manners right now. If you're paying enough attention you might spot the retrieval unit that is never too far away; lingering at the end of corridors he's walking down or standing near doorways he's about to pass through. Sephiroth himself is either oblivious to his silent followers or is already aware that there isn't anything to be done about it.
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>B) April 21st. Dorm 03-02 then Dorm Corridors: Evening
Later that evening, Sephiroth lay on top of his bed staring at the ceiling. How could he even allow himself to sleep now. There was probably a retrieval unit stood right outside the door that could grab him at any moment, and he'd get no warning. Clearly he was being followed around but hey, let them be scared of him, let them have their illusion that they might be able to stop him when the time came.
Because that time would come.
He'd give them a showcase alright, and why did he really need sleep anyway. He'd endured too much sleep paralysis already in the last week on account of that experiment, due to having been so squeezed into such an incompatible role, one that he can't allow himself to get over! All this anger, all this burning hatred for the administration had only multiplied by the hour since he'd been released; it got worse the more he thought about it and Sephiroth doesn't shut off. It was clouding his judgement and he needs to focus now, more than ever before.
Better to get to that then. Sephiroth got dressed again without any consideration for the hour or disturbing his own room mates. Without even a glance at anyone else there, he headed out into the corridors with his blade out already and his new Materia equipped.
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>C)Evening Apr 21st - 23rd: 3 day Monster-hunt
Various Floors (pick a prompt or pick one!)
[Sephiroth is spending the next three days straight combing the Tower from top to bottom, looking in on any floor in which he can find a monster at first sight or those floors on which he will linger, knowing monsters are common, such as Floor 75 which harbors a whole dark Tower of it's own which he can fight through and then pause for the view on the top before heading down again. The longer and harder the fight the better, failing that the quantity of lesser creatures to drop will do. Anything that draws his thoughts away from the trauma of the last week. More often than not he'll leave the bodies burning, little fires set off with his new Materia leaving a trail where he's been recently.
It's refreshing to be able to use Materia again, even though only a starting level Materia - it's all about how you use it and Sephiroth is skilled enough, it's like riding a bike. This shows in the accuracy with which he can launch small fireballs at his targets. Some monsters he wants to just feel his blade cut through though, but having both disciplines now available to him is starting to make him feel powerful again. Materia is very much a means of magic which requires spiritual power to use to any level of mastery. It's therapeutic sometimes to gaze into the flames left behind and remember.
Of course, most hunting in this fashion is done during the nighttime when the monsters are more common in general and more challenging as well. During the daytime on 22nd and 23rd, Sephiroth is to be found peering out of the Tower on any of the Lounge floors (Floor 81, Floor 38, Floor 4)collecting his thoughts and reflecting with a stern face on. Also in the Library (Floor 3) infrequently, reading and watching over the network as it swarmed with other people's despair. One time he nearly offered a comment, but why should he. Turns out he'd been right as well, those that had thought to share information and try to organize any attempt to overthrow their Hosts with it had been proved foolish. A glance at the retrieval unit nearby turned his thoughts towards why; Ryoji's trail would have to be picked up again soon.
Once he can be found on Floor 12, watching the projection over and over again, burning it into his subconscious. Also on Floor 5, as if to remind himself that Gaia has really gone.
Keeping moving seems to enable him sometimes to lose the constant watch of a retrieval unit - easier to spot at nighttime with it's red collar. However whenever he lingers, or stops for a certain amount of time in one place and most certainly during the day he's being shadowed, though not from such a close distance that would get in his way.]
Setting: 21st - 23rd April
Format: wordy!Prose & Action: I'll follow.
Summary: Sephiroth deals with the Aftermath of being controlled. Slight break in the bathroom, then a 3-day
Warnings: Approach at your own risk. He's PISSED but won't take it out on anyone unless they push the button. He might well just ignore you completely but be prepared for short/snappy comments. Also, there is almost always a retrieval unit nearby.
>A) April 21st. Male Bathroom: Dormitory Floor 3
SMASH Might be heard from the corridor passing one of the male bathrooms.
He can't bear to even look at himself right now. Sephiroth was half-dressed, leaning over the sink and staring into the empty space on the wall where there had been a mirror - though the outraged telekinetic wave had shattered every mirror along the wall and cracked a few tiles as well. THIS Bathroom. It could be or it could be one of the others they all look the same. Where he'd been so humiliatingly unable to even scrub a wall with a brush. He'd caught a glimpse of himself in the mirrors then; those somewhat dulled green eyes, his stained hair. Those wings which had replaced arms in an all-too-personal jest at his heritage, rendering him pretty much useless in the process.
Even though he'd been returned to normal, Sephiroth couldn't now look in the mirror and call what he sees his own again. Despite spending most of the day under a scalding hot shower, scrubbing layer upon layer of skin away. He has a body. But it cannot now, not be ever considered completely his own. Not while this collar remains around his neck. He's not tried so hard before, in a long time, to wrench it from around his neck, the skin around the unbreakable thing was stinging slightly from the effort. As if it wasn't bad enough, thanks to the network, Sephiroth now questioned even his own willpower. Ganon, if it had been the troll, had called one of those traitors weak-minded. How it always was the same people, who either subconsciously asked for it or couldn't resist being controlled-
He'd been involved in something nearly every month since he's been here.
The epidemic, Ruana's games, now this.
Why was he even susceptible? He was stronger than this.
NO. NO. NO. NO. NO.
They hadn't claimed his mind. He couldn't let them have his will like that. EVER.
A moment of clarity pauses his thoughts and Sephiroth looks around. They'd be sending workers this way shortly, he didn't want to be here when they arrived. Slipping his leather jacket back on and crunching broken glass under boot Sephiroth headed back into the corridor.
Good luck to anyone who tried to stop to speak to him in the corridor on the way back to his Dormitory. He might even push past you if you're in the way, he doesn't care for manners right now. If you're paying enough attention you might spot the retrieval unit that is never too far away; lingering at the end of corridors he's walking down or standing near doorways he's about to pass through. Sephiroth himself is either oblivious to his silent followers or is already aware that there isn't anything to be done about it.
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>B) April 21st. Dorm 03-02 then Dorm Corridors: Evening
Later that evening, Sephiroth lay on top of his bed staring at the ceiling. How could he even allow himself to sleep now. There was probably a retrieval unit stood right outside the door that could grab him at any moment, and he'd get no warning. Clearly he was being followed around but hey, let them be scared of him, let them have their illusion that they might be able to stop him when the time came.
Because that time would come.
He'd give them a showcase alright, and why did he really need sleep anyway. He'd endured too much sleep paralysis already in the last week on account of that experiment, due to having been so squeezed into such an incompatible role, one that he can't allow himself to get over! All this anger, all this burning hatred for the administration had only multiplied by the hour since he'd been released; it got worse the more he thought about it and Sephiroth doesn't shut off. It was clouding his judgement and he needs to focus now, more than ever before.
Better to get to that then. Sephiroth got dressed again without any consideration for the hour or disturbing his own room mates. Without even a glance at anyone else there, he headed out into the corridors with his blade out already and his new Materia equipped.
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>C)Evening Apr 21st - 23rd: 3 day Monster-hunt
Various Floors (pick a prompt or pick one!)
[Sephiroth is spending the next three days straight combing the Tower from top to bottom, looking in on any floor in which he can find a monster at first sight or those floors on which he will linger, knowing monsters are common, such as Floor 75 which harbors a whole dark Tower of it's own which he can fight through and then pause for the view on the top before heading down again. The longer and harder the fight the better, failing that the quantity of lesser creatures to drop will do. Anything that draws his thoughts away from the trauma of the last week. More often than not he'll leave the bodies burning, little fires set off with his new Materia leaving a trail where he's been recently.
It's refreshing to be able to use Materia again, even though only a starting level Materia - it's all about how you use it and Sephiroth is skilled enough, it's like riding a bike. This shows in the accuracy with which he can launch small fireballs at his targets. Some monsters he wants to just feel his blade cut through though, but having both disciplines now available to him is starting to make him feel powerful again. Materia is very much a means of magic which requires spiritual power to use to any level of mastery. It's therapeutic sometimes to gaze into the flames left behind and remember.
Of course, most hunting in this fashion is done during the nighttime when the monsters are more common in general and more challenging as well. During the daytime on 22nd and 23rd, Sephiroth is to be found peering out of the Tower on any of the Lounge floors (Floor 81, Floor 38, Floor 4)collecting his thoughts and reflecting with a stern face on. Also in the Library (Floor 3) infrequently, reading and watching over the network as it swarmed with other people's despair. One time he nearly offered a comment, but why should he. Turns out he'd been right as well, those that had thought to share information and try to organize any attempt to overthrow their Hosts with it had been proved foolish. A glance at the retrieval unit nearby turned his thoughts towards why; Ryoji's trail would have to be picked up again soon.
Once he can be found on Floor 12, watching the projection over and over again, burning it into his subconscious. Also on Floor 5, as if to remind himself that Gaia has really gone.
Keeping moving seems to enable him sometimes to lose the constant watch of a retrieval unit - easier to spot at nighttime with it's red collar. However whenever he lingers, or stops for a certain amount of time in one place and most certainly during the day he's being shadowed, though not from such a close distance that would get in his way.]
B - Dorm corridors
"'hoy, mister. Ya okay?"
Oh... That's a big sword.
B - Dorm corridors
Sephiroth sweeps Masamune into his off-hand as he passes the girl so that there is room for them to pass each other but that's all. He doesn't know her, doesn't care much either.
"Hmph." Is the only huffed acknowledgment she gets as he continues down the corridor.
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"That's pretty rude, yanno!" She turned and ran up behind him. "I was just askin' if yer okay. Ain't like I was askin' for yer life story or nothin' jeez."
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More to the point, how can anything be OK?!
Sephiroth spun as his anger flared, just as Tetra got within a few feet of him. He glared down at the girl for a second before expanding his power to lift her off the floor. Ah. It felt so good to be able to use that again, he hadn't had chance to open up in that way since he'd been released. It felt more empowering as well, but that was probably because of the time he'd spent without it.
He held Tetra at face height, though didn't close the distance any further. Whilst he was trying to hold a blank expression, Sephiroth was not about hiding his displeasure tonight. His eyes burnt dangerously into Tetra's.
"Care to repeat that? To my face this time."
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Then again, when is anything normal in this tower of nightmares? She was just trying to be nice, to behave so that the heroes and Zelda wouldn't worry about her so much. That wasn't wrong, was it? It could be. Being nice to people wasn't exactly her forte, being raised among a crew of pirates on the Great Sea had that kind of effect on a person.
"Which... which part?" Tetra questioned, not trying to be smart-mouthed but it was really hard not to be when she was panicking, blue eyes wide and no longer tear filled.
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"Because I thought I heard you call me rude."
Down at his side, his grip around Masamune's hilt flexed but still his eyes glared unblinkingly into Tetra's. He couldn't contain this scorching anger that was already so very overheated, but no, still he held back. He wanted her to give him a reason first.
It also gave him time to decide exactly how to deal with this slight.
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Sudden foot-in-mouth syndrome, something Tetra often lapsed into whenever facing a bad situation. It usually worked out in her favor but the sinking feeling in her gut told her that it wouldn't this time. This guy wasn't anything like Ganon or anyone else she'd met and, with the Triforce of Wisdom in her possession once more, she should have known better.
The again, Tetra wouldn't be herself if she didn't speak her mind.
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This was going to feel so invigorating after what had happened. So justified, given her comment at him. Neither this kid, nor anyone else in the Tower for that matter should be allowed to get away with such obvious deceit.
One more time his fist clenched tighter around Masamune's hilt, as if the blade itself were the one hungering for the inevitable blood that would be spilled. Sephiroth lowered his voice, as if the very tone of it might still his hand for a few moments longer.
"Why did you lie, then?"
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Squirming. Tetra didn't want to die. She'd managed to avoid it since Halloween, being quick and clever where she could to avoid monsters and staying with people who were better at fighting other times.
"Pirates lie, it's what we do. It's how we get on."
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He's heard enough now. He imagined whatever comment he could make the smart-mouthed kid would come back with something. Better to deal with this now, and then perhaps she'd be a little more considerate the next time that she crossed his path. It wouldn't really be her end, after all.
Within the same instant as he dropped Tetra from his invisible grasp Sephiroth swiftly moved to impale her, using the very gravity to his advantage.
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Tetra had next to no time to scramble to her feet and run before Sephiroth ran his blade through her chest, eyes widening and the child gasping, trying to grasp at it vainly.
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Tetra would get a couple of agonizingly long seconds to register the blade protruding right through her before it would be ripped right back out of her again. Any grasping fingers would be forfeit.
Sephiroth would watch her fall, with a satisfied glint in his eyes, right until the end.
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