Log 022 | Monster Hunting

[neverbeamemory]

Characters: Sephiroth, Any Monsters & Anyone Else
Setting: Floors 41 -43 - 45 as in below & Sub-threads - throughout the Monster game event (15th-26th June)
Format: Usual long-Prose, Action prompts as Sub-threads. Can switch.
Summary: Somewhat catch-all: The ULTIMATE Jail-cell Tactic & Sub-threads as described. [Open at any point to All]  *OOC Note: This may turn into a 'running-log', depending on how the event progresses. I'll add more sub-threads/update the date range/warnings later. Sephiroth may not even keep this tactic up all event but this is the plan at least to start with.*
Warnings: Monsters-related fights/gore/injury/death. Sephiroth-related general warning.

Well clearly then, he's been playing the game wrong.

Though he's fairly sure that the first monster hadn't gotten back up after being decapitated Sephiroth hadn't hung around to check. Fact remains, it was becoming more and more dangerous every night after dark and more monsters had to be coming from somewhere. He'd started out so keen to hunt them all down personally if that's what it took to end this silly game.

Then there had been Ruana, taunting them all from the safety of the network. Though at least that had been a relatively good use of his time. He'd have to start putting monsters to people before this would get any more out of hand; not just for his own personal safety around the Tower anymore though. No, just to prove that he could do it. He could win. This game called strongly to a part of him that he'd spent a lot of effort keeping in check and only indulging in when it suited, that part that liked to kill. There was a certain jubilation in asserting enough control over another being to have the power to end it's life.

Each victory. Even against the usual fare of monsters in the Tower, reminded Sephiroth that despite the limited containment within the Tower, his skills weren't suffering as a result. He's still as sharp as the first day that he came here, perhaps more-so on account of what he- or rather, his soul- has learned experienced here.

There was a tactic that begged to be tried, but it could only work under the right set of delicate circumstances.

Step One, find a monster.
Step Two, capture/lure, or otherwise incapacitate/kill said monster and drag it to the 43rd Floor
Step three, throw it in a cell until morning
Rinse and repeat.

Then he'd deal with whomever turned out to be a monster, after they turned back.

Simple right? Not really. There was the question of how many floors around the jailcell floor he could afford to monitor whilst at the same time making sure (provided he caught one) that nothing somehow came out of somewhere to release the monster. Dealing with one at a time was bad enough, and sitting all night guarding one jail cell for one monster per night wouldn't be enough. Other monsters could be making more even as he ensured one wouldn't. On the other hand, Sephiroth knew he'd have big problems dealing with more than one of those at a time if they did get loose again before day. He might be an expert, appreciating of the challenge as well but he figured it'd take them all of a few seconds to rip him to pieces.

What a way to go. Though if this proves fruitful...

Sephiroth had settled for patrolling the stairwells between Floor 41 and Floor 45 to see how well this plan could be worked. Two up from the Jails, two down. Seemed logical. Floor 41 is an elevator-serving floor, this would be where the monsters could get under his radar. He wouldn't even have to step onto the floor much to launch a fireball at a mask if he saw one dancing inside the swarming, crushing mass of insects - just to attract attention before darting up the stairs. Floor 42 could be looked in on but he'd best be careful if one managed to chase him in there, he's not too sure about the extent these monsters disable powers but his telekinetic flight would be crucial there. He'd avoid leaving the stairwell on this Floor where possible. Up to Floor 44 and 45 would be patrolled as well just in case any one of them would come down behind him.

15th - 21st June Prompts:
A Bathroom Infirmary Cafeteria Dormitory Level 3 - Dorm 03-02

June 20th: 3rd Floor Library

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[neverbeamemory]

[The kicks just got harsher and harsher. If he kicked much harder, coupled with the way the monster thrashed around, he might end up breaking his own ankle inside the monster mouth. He could already feel the captured limb being strained and twisted in ways that wouldn't do him much good for getting away by putting weight on it, the adrenaline coursing is just heightening his euphoric state though. The world is narrowed to this encounter alone.

Though finally, that last kick succeeded to get the monster to let go. Sephiroth finds this highly amusing at this point. He's laughing as he clings to the railing and watched the monster back off-

A split second later and it might well have found it's jaws slipping through silver hair to find the side of his neck but Sephiroth reacts at the last instant. Tucking his head down so that his pauldrons will deflect the incoming attack and then rolling away.

He must move, now. Grabbing onto the railing on the other side of the stairs he hauls himself to his feet. Putting weight on that twisted ankle is like putting the bottom of his leg in molten fire though, he 'hmphs' much too happily about it and takes his weight off. Trying to focus through the euphoria now to get his telekinetic abilities to help. As natural as breathing, a large black wing sprouts from his right side and he makes a leap down the next flight of stairs; trying his hardest not to land not to heavily, if at all, on that damaged ankle.

The result is a part-leap, part-fall, part-fly down to the next level.]

[themonsters]

[The monster seems disappointed. Its laughter is less euphoric now and much more derisive and bitter.

It turns to pursue Sephiroth down the stairs, leaving a trail of blood where it steps. It's clearly fatigued, but unwilling to give up just yet. Sephiroth isn't dead yet. It hasn't felt the oh-so-satisfying crunch of bones under its teeth, hasn't torn him limb from limb and devoured his entrails. And it so wants that.

The wing seems to surprise it, but not for long. It hurls itself down the stairwell after Sephiroth, jaw open wide to try and get a mouthful of black feathers.]

[neverbeamemory]

[Landing is awkward, concentrating on balancing telekinetically whilst airborne and then having to adjust his weight so he wasn't putting too much on that ankle results in a overcompensated stumble to the floor once he stops levitating. The euphoria is wearing off, though he's still left with a bit of an afterglow which is causing problems with his usually focused concentration.

At least he's got to the 43rd floor now. Even if he kills the monster now, he can drag it's corpse and fling it into one of the cells-

Though instantly Sephiroth has hands underneath him to push him up from the floor; and his wing extended as if to help, the monster then pretty much lands on his back. He can feel it's jaws around the wing but gets rid of the same in much the same way Masamune was vanished - a plume of smoky, disintegrating feathers would be all the monster is chewing on.

Hopefully it's enough of a distraction at least for him to buck the monster off and make for the doorway onto the 43rd floor. Crawling first away before he can his good foot underneath him.]

[themonsters]

[The monster looks vaguely confused when the wing vanishes and it's left with nothing more than smoky feathers. It looks at Sephiroth, and if its expression could speak, it would say, Why'd you take away my snack?

The man crawls towards the entrance to the jailcell floor and the monster pads after him before stopping dead in its tracks. It cocks its head to the side, makes a distressed-sounding noise, and then turns around and runs back up the stairs.

It is too close to morning. It needs to find somewhere safe, alone, to transform back. Sephiroth isn't ripped to shreds by the monster, but he doesn't have anything to show for it either.]

[neverbeamemory]

[He's left lying on the floor of a stairwell waiting for the rest of the effects of the euphoria bite to wear off before moving. It'll be a long, tired, sometimes-limping climb back up to the Dormitories and his morning clean up.]