First Bolt Shell: Legion of One

[greyerrant]

Characters: Garviel and you
Setting: Multiple floors
Format: Prose
Summary: Garviel wanders the tower doing various things including kicking butt
Warnings: Anything is possible including a heck of a lot of violence. Definitely descriptions of blood and war.



Floor Fifty-Six:

A huge armored figure is wandering the strange hospital ward, as if seeking something he has forgotten. He calls a name every now and then.
"Ferrus? Samus? Aqua? Nikolai? Arturia?"

Nothing but silence greets him. Lights flicker as he moves from room to room, a grey ghost of a battle that was fought in this very tower, and on a thousand other worlds as well. And yet... there is something plaintive in the sounds of the names he calls out in this place.

Floor Sixty-Seven (NIGHT)
The strange twining staircase has become a veritable waterfall of gore, blood and ichor slicking the steps from iron to light in all hues as the sound of battle crashes higher up. It would appear Cerberus set upon a band of orcs at night, or the band set on him, and he decided to single-handedly re-enact the battle of Ullanor. He holds one aloft, just over the edge of the stairs, his armor scarred by their cleavers and bows, then casts it down, smashing it into a pulpy, broken mass onto the stairs itself. His armored chest heaves, and he turns, growling in an almost-feral manner as he continues his ascent. Dare you approach?

Floor Twenty-Five: The grey knight stands vigil in the meadow, his massive form suggesting a grim sentinel in an otherwise beautiful place. He appears to be... shocked by it. Completely at a loss of what to do in a place of undespoiled natural beauty which has not been touched by war.

Floor Fifteen: A pale-skinned man one size too large to be human appears to be working dents out of a breastplate using the tools available in the workshop, hammering away at them in a less then adept manner. It would seem he has only enough skill to effect the most basic repairs on his own armor. Care to offer him some advice?

Comments

[greyerrant]

"My duty. The duty of any who hails from the Legions."

Loken enjoys battle somewhat, but he doesn't do it for practice or pleasure. This was simply to clear the stairway and keep himself alive.

[neverbeamemory]

"Legions." Sephiroth repeated as if swilling the word around in his mind a little. Legionnaire. It seems this warrior takes whatever code he has to heart, it reminds him a little of-

Sephiroth shakes that memory off before he thinks too much into it. It doesn't do to dwell on such half-remembered, irrelevant parts of his past. It doesn't make him who he is now and reminiscing about it feels like shaky ground for his sanity currently.

"You're a soldier." It was more a statement than a question.

[greyerrant]

"No. I'm a warrior, a battle-brother, a knight-errant, a weapon but not a soldier. Soldiers see war as an occupation, soldiering is their job. They have lives outside of it. I do not."

[neverbeamemory]

That depends greatly on your opinion. Sephiroth won't make that point though. It was clear that this guy knows who he is and is fairly blunt about expressing it as well.

"Though you fight for a cause, clearly. Your Duty."

[greyerrant]

"Yes. Of course. I fight for humanity."

[neverbeamemory]

"I see. A weapon for Humanity."

It's hard for Sephiroth to keep the distaste from his tone. He doesn't have a high regard for humanity at all, a race that is so inherently flawed. A race that he has surpassed and should by all rights be underneath his heel already. If it weren't for the persistence of a few.

"So Humanity makes you stalk the floors of the Tower at night, even when most humans are sleeping in their beds?"

[greyerrant]

"No. Humanity does not command. It calls out and asks, I do so because it is my duty. I will slay the Xeno, the traitor, the daemon and the heretic, until I run out of foes or am slain myself. Because they need protectors."

[neverbeamemory]

'Xeno.' I've seen that somewhere before... Sephiroth thought as the warrior continued. He hadn't asked the question then, but this term seemed to come up a few times already. Besides how can he form any opinion if he doesn't know the facts.

"What makes the Xeno so threatening?" Never mind the protection of humanity that Sephiroth most definitely considers a pointless endeavor, not even an endeavor at all to be honest. He'd sooner take it upon himself to annihilate that entire festering race. He figures now wouldn't be the best time to advertise that, though - this warrior surely knows how to rip things apart and Sephiroth has had enough of that recently

[greyerrant]

"They are aliens, and as such, inherently inimical to humanity, or so they have proven over the last 30,000 years. Such beings as these orks are just one form amongst many."

[neverbeamemory]

"Is that right?"

Like him. Though he doubted Mother would have differentiated between humans or any other species that may have inhabited the Planet she landed on. It's only humanity has proven the most trouble in his experience, like a cancer that refuses to be cut out.

"Well I'm sure you will find plenty of those type of Monsters, in this place."

[greyerrant]

"No doubt. My work is cut out for me, though I think the greater goal is to free people from this foul place, if we can."

[neverbeamemory]

"That would indeed seem the obvious goal."

Sephiroth isn't foolish enough to express his very prejudiced opinion that some, in fact most of the populace of the Tower are not worth the effort in saving. He would sooner leave them all behind if it meant that he could get out of the Tower.

At least then, he'd be able to start to work on this new Planet, since his own has been so brutally stripped of it's life.

[greyerrant]

"Well then, if you will excuse me, I think there are more foes to slay."

Loken turns, as if to walk away. There's still time to talk though, if Sephiroth has anything else to say.

[neverbeamemory]

Sephiroth retreats a few steps back on the stairwell to allow the room for the other warrior to get past if he would go up rather than back down the stairs.

"By all means. Who am I to get in the way of your dedicated mission."

It might sound a little condescending considering what that mission was, defending humanity. Bah. Sephiroth considers it something of a shame for such a capable warrior to be so tied down. He might have challenged for a fight himself, though he's not one to initiate without a reason.

Until defending humanity may inevitably draw them to each others throats.