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towerofanimus2013-05-19 09:34 pm
neverbeamemory) wrote in 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.
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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.
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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.]
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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.]
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[There were a few other ways, since there were many different people in this Tower, but chaos wasn't going to elaborate unless Sephiroth wanted him to.]
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Though in the name of building his own opinions, and finding out the opinions of others; which may prove useful, the psychic power reduces itself drastically and after a moment Sephiroth looks back over his shoulder. He's not encountered chaos very many times at all, but then it's not like he ever goes hunting for people unless he has a reason to.]
It's the only way to look at the situation. We're expected to do nothing but accept this pitiless existence.
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chaos felt the huge drop in power, but, once again, he didn't comment on it.]
It is not. Different people view this situation, and how to handle it, in different ways. As for myself..I do not think that we are expected by all to continue being tormented by the Administrators.
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[He's still peering over his shoulder at chaos, sat cross-legged on the floor facing the window still. As far as Sephiroth is concerned, everyone else's opinion of this place doesn't mean anything. What matters is that the situation regarding him is rectified to his own satisfaction as soon as possible.
Channeling his energy like he has been practicing is only the first step.]
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[That last had the twinge of bitterness fitting to it. He doesn't see how any administrator could be 'on their side' - even Riki must have his own motives.
But then, Sephiroth trusts no one.]
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[And, while chaos doesn't trust everyone, he does have some hope for almost everyone.]
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[He knows he has to take this into his own hands, that's the only way any of this is going to change. However, he still needs to find a way.
One step at a time...]
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[And ready he shall be, soon. Ryoji had inadvertently opened Sephiroth's eyes to the limitations (or not so much) of his power here. He hadn't thought to even try anything before, he'd assumed the control of the Tower over him would put a stop to it before he could even begin to feel out what he could be capable of.
So many possibilities. But he has to be so careful now.]
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I see. It is good that you are readying yourself..but be careful for what you ready yourself for.
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[It's hard to tell whether that's advice or a warning. Sephiroth can't let anyone get in the way when it comes to it and the best way to ensure that is to keep as many people in the dark as possible. No other resident needs to know what exactly he's capable of.]
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I shall not, if you and others do not want me to.
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[Sephiroth isn't sure of the meaning behind chaos' smile but he's much bigger things to be concerned with currently.]
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For you, perhaps. However..do note that if others want me to, I shall assist them. My hands are not perfectly clean, so I have no fear of soiling them if I must.
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[chaos might be one to keep an eye on then, if he could be so easily roped into assisting others. Sephiroth's had his fill assisting others for the time being.]
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..There are, perhaps, a few people who do have clean hands. However, I do see where you are coming from.
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You seem to have a strong conviction regardless, it does you credit.
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Perhaps. It is natural for all people, whether they realize it or not, to have strong convictions on one point or another. I am no different.
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[By this of course he's referring to humanity - not himself. Sephiroth's tone reflects the deep-rooted hatred he has for humans but it might be curious to chaos where this tone actually came from. Until now he's remained unnaturally calm in his speech patterns.]
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Some can. Humans, non-humans..you shall find narrow-minded individuals within almost all groups.
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Then he reminded himself that really, in the end it doesn't matter what other residents here think of him.]
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As Sephiroth pondered, chaos simply observed the stars.]
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He would leave them all behind if he had any opportunity to put all of this right. Hence why he's informed no one of what he's preparing his psychic skills for. It's between Ryoji and him only.
After a few minutes, he turns again and regards chaos carefully, before folding his legs underneath him and standing up.]
Guess I'm not the only one who wonders what is out there.
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chaos kept one eye on Sephiroth as the man moved around and stood up.]
..It is hard for most not to, when they gaze at the stars.
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