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towerofanimus2013-05-19 09:34 pm
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Log 020 | Such potential... [Event log: Rumor has it]
Characters: Sephiroth & YOU
Setting: 19th May. Prompts in below, or anywhere on route between them (feel free to tag in with whatever rumor chaos he may encounter)
Format: 2 x Prose, 2 x Action. Will match tagger.
Summary: Rumor event gives Sephiroth that well-sought after ego boost. He returns to his Dorm to a confusing gift left for him. Later there is Ryoji mail-bombing and yet another early evening of silent focus.
Warnings: Sephiroth is his own warning. Can be prone to violence etc. Also inflated-ego warning.
Dormitory 03-02 & Dorm Hallways before/after
How satisfying the far reaching effects of his legendary willpower. This experiment into the limitations of his mind control on one not even tied to Mother's web, had proved well beyond any expectation he could have hoped for. Those words on the wall he'd past on his way to the dormitory lift that morning, had only served to further satisfy him. Of course Yukiko hadn't been able to resist Ryoji, Sephiroth hadn't given him much choice in the matter. This was perfect. There was so much potential to expand upon.
He entered the Dormitory but then paused not more than a few feet from the doorway. There was a small, around only 15 cm rough wooden carving of a tree left on his bed. Resting on the well-made sheets that he'd left that morning when he'd ventured out. After peering around the room after any one of his room mates that might be able to inform him who put it there, Sephiroth approached the edge of this bed.
A tree. What relevance was this supposed to hold for him? Just as his gloved hand paused from lifting the strange carving he spotted a piece of paper folded underneath. His expression dropped suspiciously as he lifted the note out first and unfolded it, though he needn't have automatically attached such concern to it.
Will you be stop being silly and be forgiving me already?
It was unsigned but it wouldn't take Sephiroth more than two beats to realize who it had to have been from. He held the wooden carving in his other hand, spending not more than a few moments taking in it's details before placing it down on the bedstand. He turned his attention to the note once more. This had been the second such note he'd received with regards to his time as a drone. But whilst he understood, and to a certain extent had accepted, Hidetoshi's very well written, apologetic letter due to the need for them to co-exist within the same four walls - Nesir was a different thing entirely.
She too had laughed at him along with Ryoji. And despite all of the mess that kid had left behind, she'd still returned to be friends with him, he knows this for a fact. Sephiroth doesn't understand the reason why Nesir would be so desperate for his forgiveness; but then, maybe she wasn't as naive as all that. It would serve anyone's purpose well, to remain in his good graces. Though, curiosity piqued, Sephiroth headed back out into the hallway, bound for the floor with that specific tree.
----
That tree, Forest floor 6
whether Nesir would be there or not, Sephiroth headed out from the stairwell into the Forest. Though the last time he'd made this journey he had been a great deal wetter, both in the literal sense and with regards to his mood. He was in comparatively high-spirits now, thanks to his latest exploits and he fancied that he felt more whole than he had done in a long time. He felt proud again. Part of him hoped that the rest of the Tower knew that.
It would take a few stops at similar looking trees, and a few stops to fend off the indigenous wildlife before he came to the trunk of that tree, the one that he believes she'd symbolized in her carving. Where they had sat for several hours simply tolerating each others' company for the most part. Before that embarrassing infiltration, before Ryoji had become such an issue. Sheltering from the rain.
It's somewhat beyond Sephiroth why on earth this would have meant anything to Nesir, he's not exactly the more forthcoming of people to spend time with. For quite some time, he would stand there gazing up into the branches of the tree as if there was some clue there. Pausing from his thoughts only long enough to cut down any monster or mutated creature that would approach.
----
Mailroom Fl 78
[Later on that day, Sephiroth can be found riding the elevator up to the 81st and then descending the stairwell to the mailroom. He doesn't have a mailbox but that doesn't stop him from sending messages to anyone who does. Just give your note to a worker unit and say the persons name. Who'd even want a mailbox anyway.
Though, until now, he's had to give two notes over when he's wanted to offer a comment to his mark. But it seems there is only one Ryoji left in the Tower now. Well isn't that convenient.]
----
Lounge Fl 81 (Evening)
[As quite usual, Sephiroth can be found early in the evening sat in the middle of Floor 81. He's moved whatever furniture was in the way and killed whatever monsters were needed to in order to secure the floor (the corpses wouldn't be too far away). He is settled down cross-legged to gather his thoughts and continue that so-important sharpening of his focus and by extension those powers that he's only just starting to play with here. He seems oblivious to anyone who might approach him from behind, but it might feel as if he's still watching you as if he's eyes on the back of his silver head as well.
Those that are sensitive to detecting mental/physic fluctuations may well be able to tell that Sephiroth is meditating in order to focus his power in on itself for some reason. Though his mind itself is impenetrable; you'd have to ask.]
Setting: 19th May. Prompts in below, or anywhere on route between them (feel free to tag in with whatever rumor chaos he may encounter)
Format: 2 x Prose, 2 x Action. Will match tagger.
Summary: Rumor event gives Sephiroth that well-sought after ego boost. He returns to his Dorm to a confusing gift left for him. Later there is Ryoji mail-bombing and yet another early evening of silent focus.
Warnings: Sephiroth is his own warning. Can be prone to violence etc. Also inflated-ego warning.
Dormitory 03-02 & Dorm Hallways before/after
How satisfying the far reaching effects of his legendary willpower. This experiment into the limitations of his mind control on one not even tied to Mother's web, had proved well beyond any expectation he could have hoped for. Those words on the wall he'd past on his way to the dormitory lift that morning, had only served to further satisfy him. Of course Yukiko hadn't been able to resist Ryoji, Sephiroth hadn't given him much choice in the matter. This was perfect. There was so much potential to expand upon.
He entered the Dormitory but then paused not more than a few feet from the doorway. There was a small, around only 15 cm rough wooden carving of a tree left on his bed. Resting on the well-made sheets that he'd left that morning when he'd ventured out. After peering around the room after any one of his room mates that might be able to inform him who put it there, Sephiroth approached the edge of this bed.
A tree. What relevance was this supposed to hold for him? Just as his gloved hand paused from lifting the strange carving he spotted a piece of paper folded underneath. His expression dropped suspiciously as he lifted the note out first and unfolded it, though he needn't have automatically attached such concern to it.
It was unsigned but it wouldn't take Sephiroth more than two beats to realize who it had to have been from. He held the wooden carving in his other hand, spending not more than a few moments taking in it's details before placing it down on the bedstand. He turned his attention to the note once more. This had been the second such note he'd received with regards to his time as a drone. But whilst he understood, and to a certain extent had accepted, Hidetoshi's very well written, apologetic letter due to the need for them to co-exist within the same four walls - Nesir was a different thing entirely.
She too had laughed at him along with Ryoji. And despite all of the mess that kid had left behind, she'd still returned to be friends with him, he knows this for a fact. Sephiroth doesn't understand the reason why Nesir would be so desperate for his forgiveness; but then, maybe she wasn't as naive as all that. It would serve anyone's purpose well, to remain in his good graces. Though, curiosity piqued, Sephiroth headed back out into the hallway, bound for the floor with that specific tree.
----
That tree, Forest floor 6
whether Nesir would be there or not, Sephiroth headed out from the stairwell into the Forest. Though the last time he'd made this journey he had been a great deal wetter, both in the literal sense and with regards to his mood. He was in comparatively high-spirits now, thanks to his latest exploits and he fancied that he felt more whole than he had done in a long time. He felt proud again. Part of him hoped that the rest of the Tower knew that.
It would take a few stops at similar looking trees, and a few stops to fend off the indigenous wildlife before he came to the trunk of that tree, the one that he believes she'd symbolized in her carving. Where they had sat for several hours simply tolerating each others' company for the most part. Before that embarrassing infiltration, before Ryoji had become such an issue. Sheltering from the rain.
It's somewhat beyond Sephiroth why on earth this would have meant anything to Nesir, he's not exactly the more forthcoming of people to spend time with. For quite some time, he would stand there gazing up into the branches of the tree as if there was some clue there. Pausing from his thoughts only long enough to cut down any monster or mutated creature that would approach.
----
Mailroom Fl 78
[Later on that day, Sephiroth can be found riding the elevator up to the 81st and then descending the stairwell to the mailroom. He doesn't have a mailbox but that doesn't stop him from sending messages to anyone who does. Just give your note to a worker unit and say the persons name. Who'd even want a mailbox anyway.
Though, until now, he's had to give two notes over when he's wanted to offer a comment to his mark. But it seems there is only one Ryoji left in the Tower now. Well isn't that convenient.]
----
Lounge Fl 81 (Evening)
[As quite usual, Sephiroth can be found early in the evening sat in the middle of Floor 81. He's moved whatever furniture was in the way and killed whatever monsters were needed to in order to secure the floor (the corpses wouldn't be too far away). He is settled down cross-legged to gather his thoughts and continue that so-important sharpening of his focus and by extension those powers that he's only just starting to play with here. He seems oblivious to anyone who might approach him from behind, but it might feel as if he's still watching you as if he's eyes on the back of his silver head as well.
Those that are sensitive to detecting mental/physic fluctuations may well be able to tell that Sephiroth is meditating in order to focus his power in on itself for some reason. Though his mind itself is impenetrable; you'd have to ask.]
81
Or at least, that was the plan until she runs into him.
She's only really seen Sephiroth once before, though anyone with half a brain would be able to tell this guy's no good. She's done her homework snooping around the network as well, making her rather savvy about the whole "Don't mess with Sephiroth or Ganondorf" schpeel. And while she could've very well left the floor as soon as she had come, something compels her to stay, as if he were watching her the entire time... Leaving would've been the same as just high-tailing it outta here, right? A sign of weakness. That's how she feels, at the least.
Makoto approaches quietly, some random book she'd yoinked from the Library in tow as she unceremoniously slumps into a nearby chair, legs kicked up on a table]
Mornin' stranger! Lovely weather we're havin' innit?
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Though to be fair, this far up in the Tower there is no day and night really. They're a little too far into the atmosphere for that.
Sephiroth remains sat exactly where he has all along. All too aware of the presence behind him though it's not one he recognizes at all. Without looking he wouldn't be able to tell who it is; he's only encountered Makoto once and that was only as he had passively observed from the sidelines at Ganondorf's latest meeting. Calling it a Reunion would be to go a little too far, Mother would be insulted.
He's not about to attempt to psychically 'read' at this other presence either to determine who it is, doing so towards a complete stranger is similar to showing all the cards you hold in a game. She doesn't feel threatening at all, but again, that could be a dangerous assumption to make.
Sephiroth draws himself out of his 'trance' state enough to be able to reply, but it's not possible to see to what extent he's fully conscious or not. In truth, he's controlled much like a bunched up spring; ready to be released into whatever action was necessary at a seconds notice.]
You're sure it's morning?
no subject
[I hope you enjoyed your meditation, Sephiroth. Because it isn't going to get much easier with her around...]
no subject
Sephiroth mentally rolled his eyes, though his actual eyes remain closed. What is a squirrel even, he doesn't even care. Maybe if he ignores her long enough she'll burn out and get bored, leaving him in peace.]
no subject
Yup. Definitely morning. If ya squint you can tell! Gotta wonder how they built a place like this, y'know? Couldn't have been natural, this is some seriously crazy scifi crap. Almost feels like a dream sometimes... And there's so many people that it's hard to really connect with anyone on a meaningful level. Funny how life just goes on though, but ya can't really blame 'em. Not much else to do in this place but hope and wait.
...
You come here often?
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Her voice echoed annoyingly around in his head when she paused, dancing on patience that is too easily shattered.
You come here often?]
Yes I do. When it can be only my mind and the stars. [Unlike now. Sephiroth opens his eyes and in one fluid motion gets to his feet. If he has been sat here all night then he really shouldn't linger much longer; this floor is a high-traffic area due to the lift.]