towerofanimus | Conversations and unfinished buisness [closed]

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Conversations and unfinished buisness [closed]

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.

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[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.]

[She caught him, but not so deeply as she'd have wanted to. Sephiroth had lurched to the opposite side to avoid most of the inevitable next stab, holding onto Nesir's wrist the whole time. If he wrenched it the wrong way to sprain or break it, then even better.

But due to their closeness the dagger bypassed leather and sliced cleanly some into his side. Not quite a stab as he'd moved, deep enough to bleed but not to have ruptured anything vital.]

Ngh.

[He let go and claimed the dagger she dropped from the floor, other hand clamped tightly to that new wound a moment while he backed up. Sephiroth couldn't heal it, couldn't stop with his will the blood seeping out between skin leather jacket and his fingers. It would just have to keep coming and coagulate naturally - hence the pressure he's putting on. The claimed dagger is held one handed out towards Nesir, he's waiting for her to follow with another attack; eyes burning into her.]

[Her wrist hurt but she could still use it, and deal with it later. She smirked though to see him bleed and drew a second dagger. Even if he was armed she had two daggers and he had one, she doubted he could dual wield even if he got two, since he was a sword user and not trained as far as she knew in daggers.

She darted forwards again, kicking out towards his knee and bringing a dagger across to slash at his shoulder]

[The dagger slash across at his shoulder would meet nothing but his armor. Sephiroth lunges forward to the side of her kick to dodge, at first it seems like he's off-balance as it veered slightly too far off to the side-

Then he tries, boldly to slide the knife he does have behind her kneecap on that side. Stepping forwards into the motion so that he'll end up behind her again. Taking the opportunity for a few seconds to force the scorching pain at his side to the back of his mind.]

[She moves at the last moment but the knife still slices at her knee, pain flooded her leg but she didn't stop, couldn't stop as she still had momentum, she turned once she could and lunged at him again, knife aimed for his throat.]

[Between Animus-collar, pauldrons and the high collar of his own jacket there isn't much of a corridor to go for bare flesh at his neck.

Sephiroth turns the knife so that he's still forming a fist to punch with, but with a sharp edge jutting out to the outside, out of the bottom of the clenched fist. His other hand has to release pressure on his injury if he's to block that next attack of hers.

Going again with that hand to grab wrist and/or hand and twist it away from him, he follows with an uppercut punch aimed up into her chest. If connected, he'll slash with the blade at the end of the attack.]

[The blow winded her and blood welled from where she had been cut, it hurt but she pushed the pain away. If it got too bad she could always enter the emptiness. She would have already but she wanted to feel this, the satisfaction of fighting Sephiroth.

He other hand came round, aiming for Sephiroth's own hand, his amour was annoying, it made the amount of targets she had less.]

[The blade cuts true, a neat line right across the back, across all four knuckles of the hand that was gripping her wrist, granting her release in an instant.

Red welled up quickly between slashed skin and leather, but Sephiroth backed up - stretched out and then clenched his fingers together again to ensure he could still move them before aiming a low sweeping kick for Nesir's ankles.]

[She darted back as well once her arm was released, going back into a defensive stance. She dived to the side in a roll to avoid the kick and came back up to her feet.]

[The wound on Sephiroth's side is still bleeding, and now droplets of blood from his hand as well drip onto the forest floor. He's fighting the growing sense of light-headedness with every ounce of concentration he can muster.

Wasting no time he goes again, holding back none of his agility, for Nesir. Arms up in a fist-fighters stance as he goes again for her mid-section. Following with a slice from the dagger he's armed with again.]

[She dodged the blow to be hit by the knife and hissed with pain as she was cut. It just added to her anger and she lifted a dagger to her ear, throwing it at Sephiroth before diving at him herself, kicking out at his knee hard and aiming the knife at his face.]

[He's much too close to be dodging that. The sound of blade embedding itself in flesh suddenly, scraping against bone, is much louder than Sephiroth had ever imagined it could be. The instant rush of wet, hot pain something he swallows hard against.

The handle protudes out of his chest, near to the collarbone, just along the edge of the coat, alongside the harness-part to one side of his armor. Sephiroth scrambles with his free hand - the already sliced one to try and get a grip on the handle when Nesir comes in to kick his knee out from under him.

He sways backwards, by chance with the right timing to avoid the strike to his face. Desperately he re-focuses and forces himself not to fall forwards afterward, instead making it into a lunge that would see him grab at Nesir's shoulder and force the dagger he has up into her as far as it will go.]

[She reached out to grab the knife back, she wasn't losing another one. The dagger entered her shoulder and she made a sound of pain before kicking out and moving backwards. Blood pooled around the dagger and she took a moment to enter the emptiness, forcing the pain to the back of her mind. With her uninjured arm she threw another dagger and leaped forwards again]

[Both daggers were forced free from each other when Nesir kicked away, though by some miracle he didn't drop the one he'd managed to stab her with. That had been so satisfying to feel it enter her flesh, the delicious sound she made and how the blood poured.

He stumbled back for a few seconds while the world came back into focus. Blood ran freely in a thick crimson line down one side of his chest from that wound, following the line of his coat before vanishing behind his belt. The grinding agony from the wound renewed as he tried to move that shoulder; sure enough the blade had scraped bone. He coughed, tasted blood but spat it to one side, eyes never leaving Nesir.

She's not the only one so well-versed in ignoring pain however and he pressed himself flatly to the floor as she threw another dagger at him. When she leapt next he was waiting to grab at her legs and pull her over when she landed. Knife in his useful, though injured hand still just hungry to stab or slash again at her.]

[She cursed as her dagger sailed over him and skidded to the floor out of reach, a moment later she hit the floor herself, head slamming into the floor. She was better than this, and she cursed again as the knife slashed at her side.] Darkness be taking your eyes. [She hissed at him as she drove her dagger upwards towards the small gap between armour and collar]

[Even if he has to crawl onto her to get in a position from which he can pin and stab at her more easily he will do. Sephiroth is beyond anger now in his lethal desperation to end this fight; bloodloss is starting to eat away at the focus at the corners of his vision. He must finish this and get off this floor now.

He registered her comment enough but didn't reply, and anyway a second later he was blocking her arm with his mostly disabled one - a test of strength which he could win usually if not for the damage already done. As it is, the whole arm shakes as he tries to make sure she can't slide that blade up to his neck.

Meanwhile, he stabbed again and again at her side with his blade; ignoring the fact that he can't really feel his fingers anymore.]

[The dagger plunged into her side, and again, she didn't stop fighting, couldn't keep fighting but the pain leaked into the emptiness, making her realise how serious the wounds were.

She took a breath and forced herself to move, bringing her other hand round to stab at his arm, trying to slash at a vein, to stop him being able to stab her anymore.]

[Thankfully his blocking arm, useless as it is was holding for the time being as he continued to plunge the dagger on the other side in and out of Nesir. He was losing his grip on the handle on account of the blood now starting to get everywhere but still he carried on as best he could.

So engrossed in frantically needing to finish her off Sephiroth didn't see the other hand come around. He cried out, a deep growling sound, for the first time when she stabbed at his arm and the blade slipped right through leather, skin , muscle and out the other side of his forearm. Sephiroth's dagger was dropped from the pain that rushed instantly right up his arm and it even dazed him for a moment.]

[As he dropped the dagger her head fell backwards a bit, she struggled to keep the emptiness as she began to go cold, eyes rolling in her head as her body tried to fight against the blood loss.]

[He was finding it easier by the moment to hold her knife away from his throat. Even with that right arm damaged it seemed her strength was bleeding away. Out through the utter mess he's made of her lower torso, most likely. It doesn't even matter that he's not got the dagger anymore. Sephiroth isn't going to need it, he's going to win this fight. That will settle their little dispute for sure.

But at what cost? He can't move the fingers of his stabbed arm and the deep throbbing running through the whole limb tells him that removing the blade before at least making it to a safe floor might well cause him to suffer the same fate as Nesir. The opposite shoulder that he'd been putting undue strain on keeping her blade away from that gap at his neck was groaning as if of it's own accord. His pulse also sounding in it painfully, every breath he took wheezed and quite often he'd be tasting his own blood now.

Sephiroth shimmies forwards and forces more of his body weight onto her, hoping to be able to knock her head against the ground hard enough to completely knock her out.]

[Her head hit the floor again hard and her vision went white for a moment. She was still, her fingers twitching as if to go for another knife but not quite making it, her breath was ragged as she struggled to keep conscious.]

[Even setting his jaw against the pain in his right shoulder, and trying to box it away into the back of his mind doesn't quite manage to take the edge off anymore. With a loud groan Sephiroth forces the fingers of that hand into a fist and delivers one last punch at close range to the centre of Nesir's chest. The strength of it is significantly less than he intended, and his aim is rather off on account of the pounding blackness starting to creep, or rather forcing violently it's way forward from his subconscious.

The intention to satisfy himself, that she's not going to get up again before concentrating enough to be able to get a good knee underneath his weight and attempting to force himself back upright. Though perhaps he's left it too late, Sephiroth is rapidly bleeding out now and the adrenaline keeping him going is wearing off now as well. The forest around him swims dangerously at his intended weight shift-]

[Her eyes flutter shut as she makes a sound that is not quite a scream, but only because she has no breath to scream with. She lay still and was only partly aware at first that Sephiroth was getting up. It took her a moment but she focused on the storm inside her head, pushing everything inside it, grasping at the emptiness for a final moment of clarity. A moment was all she needed as she picked up a dagger with her least injured arm and sat up slightly, bringing the knife to her ear.

It was a weak throw, but Sephiroth was still close, it might still hit the back of his head. But she didn't know because she fell back to the floor, her injuries proving too much.]

[The forest seemed to pause to him, silent for the too-slow sounds of the dagger slicing at hair, ripping through leather, chunk-ing into the meat of his back with a jerk that rippled through every muscle Sephiroth had left to use. She'd missed his head but bulls-eyed right between his shoulderblades, chipping at bone and left with the edge tickling at his spinal column inside.

Sephiroth's vision went black in that instant, but still he struggled to take a breath and regain his focus. For the last time though, as the deathblow was finished by the internal slice as his knees caved and hit the floor hard. The corpse slumped to the side a moment later.]

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Conversations and unfinished buisness [closed]

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(so she can finish him in some dramatic death throw? maybe?)

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