Conversations and unfinished buisness [closed]

[culbutiri]

Characters: Nesir and Hidetoshi then Nesir and Sephiroth
Setting: Library and then Unpowered forest- 14th June lunch time then late afternoon
Format: Prose to start can switch
Summary: Nesir and Hidetoshi have a conversation that really doesn't go very well and then she and Sephiroth fight to the death
Warnings: The first prompt will contain ethical conversations, dubious morals and fall outs. The second will be violent, angry and result in death.

[For Hidetoshi] Nesir was exhausted but she had coped on less sleep before. Her nights had been filled with fighting, monsters which could control them with one bite. Monsters which were apparently some of those in the tower.

Another way they controlled them. She chuckled darkly as she turned a page in her book. She didn't even know why she was in the library, it wasn't like there was going to be any answers, there were never any answers and Nesir was getting sick of being powerless.

She was wearing her white tower given suit and the cloak Chidori had made her, which she drew around her as she threw the book heavily across the room. She didn't even care if Tohko came and shouted at her, she had her daggers, the interfering librarian would regret it.

[For Sephiroth] Well after that lovely and enlightening conversation Nesir was ready to destroy everything. To scream and kill and make things bleed.

She wasn't really feeling up to losing the remainder of her allies and so instead she tracked down Sephiroth, not after stealing the tree she had made for him back and attaching a small long haired figure she had made to it, by the neck.

She then tracked Sephiroth down and practically threw it at him. "Floor 32, you do be having until sunset, you will be being there."

She waited in the forest, knives ready, eyes blazing. Past any level of calming. He would pay for what he had done, what he had made her do, ruining her mission and making her fail.

Comments

[altitonant_emperor]

"Was that display really necessary, Nesir-san?"

Fabric crinkled as Hidetoshi bent down to retrieve the book from the floor where it had landed. He straightened up, book in his hands and examined the spine for the title and author so he could find and return it to its proper place on the shelves. The teenager had came in just as Nesir tossed the book across the room, intending to browse for a short time before being distracted by her minor tantrum.

Hidetoshi looked worn and tired, faint shadows pressed into the skin under his eyes, like he hadn't been getting enough rest but still self-asserted. Sleeping on a bench up in one of the floors with powers disabled wasn't very comfortable, even with blankets and a soft pillow.

[culbutiri]

"Yes it did be." She glared at him when he picked up the book angry at him for trying to tidy up, restore order when all she wanted was chaos. "It does be being useless, useless things do be deserving to be being thrown away."

[altitonant_emperor]

"It's merely a book. The only way a book can be useless is if its pages don't contain the information you personally are looking for," Conveniently, the author's name is found on a shelf right near Nesir so he doesn't have to break off the discussion to slide it back into its proper place on the shelves, which he walks over to and does. "Don't discard things like that if they don't belong to you."

The book was the library's property after all. Others would use it in the future so trying to damage it was inconsiderate.

[culbutiri]

"What do it be mattering? It do be being a fake book." A fake book in a fake library full of fake people. She was snappish but she made no attempt to pretend not to be angry, she was past caring.

[altitonant_emperor]

"It doesn't really matter, if we're going by that logic, but fake or not, that's not a reason to misuse books," He looked cross himself, noticing her snippy temperament and foul mood, but not outwardly acknowledging it.

[culbutiri]

"Oh I do be sorry, I did no be knowing you did be of the sacred sect of librarians." She rolled her eyes at him.

"Honour bound to be protecting fake books. It must be being a thankless existence."

[altitonant_emperor]

"I do not appreciate your sarcasm," Hidetoshi shrugged. He'd ask what had caused her foul mood, but given what events had recently occurred, he felt he could reach a conclusion "As much as you might like me to."

He glanced at her sideways. "What sort of information were you looking for in the book?"

[culbutiri]

She rolled her eyes and glared at him again. "I do no even be knowing. Some way to be stopping being controlled, I do be doubting they would be letting us have that knowledge."

[altitonant_emperor]

He managed to keep his grimace internal when she reminds him of all the residents' shared, to greater or lesser degrees, powerlessness to prevent their wills from being violated. He hated being reminded of that. The administration were morally repulsive characters. "I suppose that would be counterproductive of them, yes."

"Simply burning time in here then?" Hidetoshi returned her eye rolling with a flat stare.

[culbutiri]

Nesir nodded feeling angry all over again and slumped forward on the desk. "Might as well be relaxing before tonight." She frowned. Also she was avoiding Ganondorf since she was sure he was furious at her for failing.

[altitonant_emperor]

Hidetoshi looked at the bookshelf he had standing in front of, and idly started reading over the titles emblazoned on their spines. Some were in languages he didn't know. "What are you doing tonight, Nesire-san?"

[culbutiri]

"Killing monsters." She looked up at him, "Or being killed by them, every night do be a mystery."

[altitonant_emperor]

"That's a cheery way of looking at it," He commented. Maybe she was speaking of the monsters that commonly infested the Tower, or the monsters turned for Ruana's disgusting games. Either way, he didn't feel she wasn't justified in doing that.

Prose start and then Action maybe for the fight itself?

[neverbeamemory]

To be honest he hadn't even noticed that the carved tree had gone missing. It usually sat on his bed stand but Sephiroth doesn't constantly keep track of it; it had been given with a gesture that he still couldn't quite get his head around. Especially considering her betrayal. Perhaps she wished it might grant her some small mercy, if so well, she didn't know him all that well.

He was sat on his bed when something came flying in from the doorway. It missed him but bounced off the edge of the bed and fell onto the floor. Sephiroth's eyes instantly flicked up from his half-bandaged up hand to the doorway to meet Nesir looking positively fuming.

He curled his lips up into a knowing smirk when he reached down and retrieved the carving from the floor. He heard her words as well but didn't reply to her; it's not like she stuck around. It was satisfying to remind himself of how he'd extended his mind control into her when he'd been playing with Ryoji, and he felt proud that she had figured it out. Then again, Ryoji himself had probably told her. But of course, she wanted revenge - well then, he'd just have punish her for trying.

Floor 32 though, in fact as soon as he got to the 31st floor before it Sephiroth paused to recognize that feeling of dulled senses which accompanied the way that Masamune just vanished completely from his grip. Naturally she'd pick somewhere for a fight that better suited her and powerless floors would be where he'd be at his most vulnerable. He respected her choice though; like him she didn't want to put herself into a fight she didn't think she could win. Besides he doesn't rely on just his powers in a fight anyway, and sure he might prefer to sword fight but fist-fighting will just have to do.

Regardless, Sephiroth arrives on the small island of Floor 32 soon afterwards. Bright eyes peering around for the little rascal.

sounds good

[culbutiri]

Nesir saw him and grinned when his sword disappeared. He would see who was powerless now. She was incredibly sick of people with power thinking they could control her, her mind, her body. The administrators, Sephiroth even those monsters had robbed her of any ability to fight.

She waited until he was close and then made her move, jumping from the tree she was hiding up, the dagger Ganondorf had given her was in her hand. It didn't work on this floor, she just wanted to use it, satisfaction coming from using a dark magic blade to fight Sephiroth.

[neverbeamemory]

He'd wanted really to stay out of the forest, it was entirely too obvious why Nesir had picked this floor. She was incredibly good at tree climbing, it could be the perfect place for an ambush and Sephiroth couldn't afford to give her that opportunity. On the other hand, it would be best to get this over with as soon as possible.

No powers also means no regeneration, which means his tactic here had to be to be as lethal as possible as fast as possible. He knew already that Nesir would have a knife of some description; evening those odds would be his first priority. Already Sephiroth is figuring out how he will deal with this fight.

Sephiroth span around instantly at the telltale sign of movement as Nesir dropped to the forest floor. He refrained from folding his arms though just in case she jumped for him right away, he'd need both arms for attack and defense this time. Though taking a long look at her, he seemed still to have an advantage. He had his armor and his leather; she's got her Animus-issue skin suit and a cloak.

[culbutiri]

She drew a second dagger and glared at him again. "I did be knowing you would be betraying me." She didn't quite sound as uncaring as she felt. Because even though she had known, you couldn't trust any one especially when they were also shadow sided, she had let herself hope that maybe he wouldn't.

She dived at him a moment later, aiming a kick for his leg and a knife at his throat.

[neverbeamemory]

You know nothing of betrayal.

[As far as Sephiroth is concerned it's entirely Nesir's fault for being so open-minded and suggestible. There are, of course those that are born to be little more than puppets. Besides, she betrayed them!

He'd been expecting her to attack first. He steps back and to the side to avoid the kick and turns into the blade attack, to glance it harmlessly off of shoulder armor. Then he aims a low punch to her gut in the meantime.]

[culbutiri]

[She ignored his words, because what did he know about her. Nothing.

She brought her other dagger down onto the wrist that is punching her, jumping backwards to avoid the punch.]

[neverbeamemory]

[That could have been the worst thing, straight off. Had that knife gone through Sephiroth's wrist he would have been without a hand right away.

That's not to say Nesir didn't get first blood, the knife scraped against the cuff of his jacket and sliced dangerously at the skin on the top of his wrist before he snapped his fist back and followed with an immediate inside hook motion with his other hand, to force the blade away from him. Taking a further small step forward in the meantime to try and knock Nesir off balance.

His wrist was bleeding from the cut already, he could tell that burning from anywhere; but it was superficial. He wasn't even going to look. He didn't wait for the blade to come back in for him again though, he'd aim to put his fist in her face first.]

[culbutiri]

[She dodged to the side, his fist catching the side of her head knocking her off balance. She brought her knives up though, as a defense as she tried to right herself.]

[neverbeamemory]

[Rather than to push the advantage and get himself sliced again Sephiroth takes the opportunity to back off also. Slipping into a tighter stance more appropriate for unarmed combat. Fists up and tucked in close around his upper body.

Sure it's not his natural fighting style but he's trained well enough.]

Clever girl, picking this floor. [He taunts.]

[culbutiri]

[She smirked, there was no way she was going to fight him without using ever advantage she could get.

She darted forwards again aiming a dagger towards his side]

[neverbeamemory]

[He steps to turn into the attack, sweeping an arm forward-up to block the blade away with his forearm. He has to be so on with his timing, otherwise the knife would catch his hand or even his arm. He's aiming to deflect forearm against hers and with no strength withheld. Any opportunity to de-stabilize or disarm her, he'll take it. Even a knife for him to fight with would swing the odds more in his favor.

He waits for the other dagger to come in before making a grab at that wrist, intending to use her momentum to twist her hand around into dropping a blade.]

[culbutiri]

[His plan worked, the knife fell from her grasp but even so she twisted round to aim her second dagger into his side. She bent her knees and tried to twist her arm out of his grasp, she had plenty more daggers.]