towerofanimus | me, myself and everyone else.

Characters: Shiki Tohno, Satsujinki and You
Setting: Floor 4 and 25; Afternoon
Format: action; we'll follow though!
Summary: Clearly your future self and yourself has to get along, right?
Warnings: N/A for now!

[Floor 4]
Look, you know, while you're here, you're probably going to have to realize that, at some point, it's okay to kill things.

[Ah, it looks like whatever you're planning to do in this lounge might have to be dealt with later, considering it's occupied with... a pair of twins, sort of.]

—Just make sure you have a good reason for it.

[And discussing about a serious subject here. By the way, the ones that's been saying this is the one with the bandages, Satsujinki. While the one wearing glasses, Shiki Tohno is just looking mildly uncomfortable here.]

Even so, to do that kind of thing to live people still feels...

[There's a downcast look from Shiki as Satsujinki gave a tired sigh, but not saying anything else as the other continued.]

I don't think I can do it, if something like last month happened again.

[A sigh from Shiki now. It's not that surprising for him to be like that, after all, he did kill someone when everyone was being brainwashed, while Satsujinki just rubs his head.

To the older male, this might be a dumb argument in a way. The only reason he's even doing this is that he doesn't want to see someone like Satsuki dead anymore. And thus, it's only normal for him to give advice to his younger self, right?]

...What's with the sudden interest anyways?

[Shiki's just scratching the back of his head with a sort of confused expression, he has a hunch on what the older male is thinking about, but well... before you could hear Satsujinki's answer—]

I'll tell you when we're alone again.

[Ah, it looks like they noticed you from a mile away. What do you do now?]

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[Floor 25]
[...The meadow floor is generally a quiet place to relax.

But well, looks like it's currently occupied by a pair of twins sparring with knives as they locked blades, push each other away, and charge at each other with intent to kill.

It's really clear that the one covered with bandage is winning, judging by how he's unscathed as opposed to the younger male, whose uniform is currently sporting several cuts as he failed to dodge some of the attacks aimed at him.

They don't seem to mind you watching, as they continued on their... spar (if it can even be called that.)]

((OOC: We'll be tagging separately, but we're also liable to threadjack every so often, so there's that too!))

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Why would you be?

[It's not as if he'd been on the floor before they'd started fighting. If anything he was disturbing them. Enough to cause a pause in the fighting, it seemed.]

By all means, don't allow me to interrupt you.

[That's what had caused him to watch after all, rather than just pick another floor for his ponderings today.]

Isn't that a little awkward though?

[He appreciated not being at fault or anything but...]

People usually start making mistakes when they know they're being watched.

Hmph, then you'd better get used to it.

[Their Hosts could be watching them right now.

As if on cue, a red-collared retrieval unit steps off of the stairwell where Sephiroth had come from. He is never alone for very long these days. He glances back momentarily but apparently bears it no further mind; there wasn't much to be done about his being spied on.]

Really?

Um...what did you do to get one of those?

[Probably taken out a lot of tower important things, or so Satsujinki though. Not that be blamed anyone for it.]

Yes.

[No 'if's', 'but's' or anything like that. It would impossible for all of them to be watched all of the time. But they are watched all the same, easier to accept that as early on as possible.

At Satsujinki's prompt, Sephiroth inclines his head back again towards the unit lingering across the meadow from them. He shrugs rather offhandedly, he doesn't care too much what it hears or not. He's no reason to hide anything.]

I'm dangerous. They're more scared of a few of us than they'd like to otherwise admit.

[That was weird. He thought of himself as dangerous but he didn't have any followers.

Probably because he was hiding it. That and his level of danger wasn't exactly obvious until it was shown off.

Still, it was pretty impressive.]

You must be pretty dangerous then. I suppose if I were an evil overlord, I'd do everything in my power to keep an eye on those people. Though...I never would have brought them here in the first place.

I'm not so sure they can pick and choose as freely as they would have you otherwise think.

[Though on the other hand if Sephiroth hadn't been brought here? Trapped without a body nor a means to get one, on a dead planet. How long exactly would it have been before he'd dissolved into nothing-]

There is no proof of that, of course.

Of course there's no proof but there's probably a reason why you're saying that.

Just a theory. As you said, why bring those that don't play by the rules.

I don't know. I haven't given it much thought, to be fair. It's been in my mind for about a few seconds at the most.

I see.

[Someone here over-thinks everything way too much. Though whether that is a good thing is questionable.]

I'm glad you can.

[JOKE, JOKE. God, those never go across very well.]

[Jokes just aren't comprehended very well by this one. He didn't mean-]

Hmph.

[It wasn't meant with any spiteful intent though it probably could have come across that way. Sephiroth finds it pretty impressive to be fair how Satsujinki can apparently handle himself in a spar considering his -obvious- disadvantage; though again, he's not one to say so. Just to file it all away into his mind, for recalling when and if it became relevant.

He drew his arms up into being folded across his chest. Wondering if perhaps he should leave; they weren't fighting anymore and so it's significantly lost his interest now.]

Tough audience.

Look, want to join in? My younger self over here needs practice with people ruthlessly taking swings at him. He needs to learn how to trust his instincts.

[Younger self? Sephiroth had noticed certain similarities but he hadn't gone to far as to assume that. Though there is a younger version of himself running around as well so he knows it's not entirely out of the realms of possibility.]

Is that right?

[Sephiroth can see himself lopping limbs off...he doesn't know how to NOT play rough. Even the training sessions he offered to Minato were never without their injury.]

Pretty much. I need to get him on my level but I've got a few years of harsh experience over him.

[All very well noted though-]

You can't beat those harsh experiences.

[Smirk. Though perhaps this experience that is being offered may be too harsh, there is an unsettling glint in Sephiroth's eyes.

Unless he'd want his brother to die. That's an experience for sure.]

me, myself and everyone else.

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