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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.]
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Pah! I won't beg for things that are rightfully mine.
No, the name and armament of a warrior must be earned!
[He begins to walk past Sephiroth, and as he does it's his left hand that moves to action, drawing one of his katanas and slashing at the SOLDIER. The blade is full of killing intent, even as Gilgamesh seeks to test this man.]
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Masamune is smoothly raised to deflect the intended slash, a perfectly timed block that doesn't lock their blades. Sephiroth had to take a step back into his stance to get the room - or else that slash might have cleaved him in two if it had connected with his torso.
Sephiroth doesn't wait to have to defend another attack; he's much too intent on killing tonight. He boldly lunges forward to deliver a similar slash, equal in it's lethality.]
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Whether or not this was the Sephiroth he had encountered before, this one was certainly just as good.
While Sephiroth had blocked and countered, Gilgamesh opts to leave their blades locked for the moment.]
Very nice. The others seem scared to be here. But this place is filled with strong warriors and I plan to make the most of it.
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Then he sweeps his blade out to the side and up, ready if Gilgamesh wants to continue to play.]
What's your intention here?
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To battle the strongest! To claim their weapons! To do this from world to world until I can return home and challenge my rival once more!
[And perhaps it would have been smart for Gilgamesh to back off for the time being. To bide his time and make a strategy, gather new weapons or even attempt a sneak attack.
But no, he can feel the rush of battle within him and it cannot be denied. The red clad warrior lunges forward, swinging both katanas at Sephiroth!]
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[It's amusing really. To think that this one would continue to fight him over Masamune, a sword that he couldn't claim even if he physically took it.
Sephiroth's not about to ruin the fun though. Let him come try to claim it, Sephiroth surely needs the challenge right now and he most certainly holds the bloodlust for it.
The first katana is dodged as it swings in and the second is blocked though their blades do not remain crossed for more than a second. Sephiroth must counter quickly or else that first blade will come back in again. He strongly blocks upwards, away from them both and so Masamune isn't trapped by it's own length. He aims a well-judged kick to Gilgameshs' torso, using the momentum to adjust his stance backwards a step so that Masamune has the room to sweep and keep his opponent at range.
It might give the impression that he was weaker in close range, but Gilgamesh is welcome to try and get inside the range of that sword if he wants to test that.]
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No, this is also the thrill of the fight. Leaping into battle against someone of matched skill. To Gilgamesh, this is what makes life worth living. Each claimed sword and each new hunt began is simply a stepping stone towards the next battle.
The Masamune isn't his goal, but it will be his trophy. The memorial of the fight.
Gilgamesh grunts as the foot strikes his gut, and Sephiroth may note that it didn't quite feel right the way that it landed. Still Gilgamesh is staggered for a second, long enough to let Sephiroth do what he needs to do before the red clad warrior tries to close the distance again.
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There could be no room for weakness, nor for lack of that deadly speed he'd spent a week lacking the ability to use.]
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There is a flurry of red and a clash of metal. And then there is a third arm, this one holding a broadsword in hand, used to block the Masamune before it struck and deflected it to the side.]
BAHAHA! VERY GOOD! VERY GOOD!
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But no, unbelievably Sephiroth's great blade is deflected again to the side rather than meeting it's mark. He narrows his eyes, concealing any surprise about the third arm suddenly appearing like that with a broadsword.
Though instead of stepping back from the attack Sephiroth steps through with the momentum and expertly brings Masamune's edge up and around, turning to horizontally slash at Gilgamesh again.]
Sorry, life decided to go nuts
Perhaps the Masamune cannot be deflected or blocked with one sword or even two, but this time he makes the attempt with all three. Meanwhile, inside his cloak, his fourth arm draws a new sword.]
no worries!
But as it was the Masamune screams as it crashes against Gilgameshs' block; metal scraping against metal in a high-pitched squeal before Sephiroth draws the great sword back and away. He tries again for a kick to one of his opponents legs on the way back.
He doesn't seem to have yet registered the fourth arm being drawn.]
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Feel my power!
[He brings the sword down hard on Sephiroth's head...and it bounces off. Despite being made of metal, the blade strikes with the force of a wooden practice sword. Gilgamesh freezes, gawking at the blade.]
N-no...it can't be...
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He'd seen it coming. But it had all been in slow motion the way that Masamune had been drawn easily, safely into the three-sword block when he'd sprung his next attack. How that fourth arm had been drawn and came down hard with that sword. This had to be game over again, and so soon.
Even at a practice sword strength it was enough to bloom pain at the top of his head and make focus slip for a second. That might even leave a lump, for half an hour or so.
His stance was strong however, so he wouldn't stumble but even so-]
Ugh. [He somewhat clumsily made a swing with his off-hand, as a fist to try to get Gilgamesh to back off for a moment.]
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No. No no no no no! He thought they had at least left him with a useful weapon instead of a bunch of no names. Why did they have to leave him with this one?!
He frantically puts the sword away and feels around inside his cloak for the other named weapon he was left with. This fight was ruined, his ace in the hole turned out to be a dud. There's no way he can beat Sephiroth now! Time for plan B!
He pulls a knife from his cloak and grins wide.]
Well...this was a fine battle, but it's time for me to go!
[And he turns and books it at double speed, invoking the hidden power of the Chicken Knife.]
((ooc: the Chicken Knife is the second strongest knife in FF5, but sometimes you automatically run from battle when trying to attack with it))
/and end