towerofanimus | it'll be a cold day in hell when I have a real title

Characters: Vergil & open
Setting: Floors 100 and 73 (day) and 3 (night)
Format: Starting out with action brackets
Summary: Getting out around the tower a little more and being a solitary jackass at night
Warnings: Personally I am a fan of getting my characters killed outside of events for something less traumatic and more just 'yo wtf' so that's sort of the route of the floor 3 option but it can go any way so just let me know what you prefer u_u Otherwise, none, really

Floor 100

[Vergil steps onto the hologram floor, until now having simply walked through it, he stops to discern exactly what purpose the floor serves. It seems to be the outside of a house, nothing at all remarkable, and he's about to turn on his heel and leave, until he sees the targets set up across from the side door. Realising it's a recreation of his childhood home only serves to make him scoff, but still he doesn't make a move to leave.]

Floor 73

[This floor is one he had intended to explore for quite a while. And finding nothing else to occupy himself with, finally he does. It's the sort of place he's used to searching through, where demons like to keep a sort of base, likely with something powerful hidden within it. But as he moves through the ruined castle, it seems to be utterly pointless. He's not sure what he expected to see anyway, what else would there be but typical rooms of a castle. Interesting to some for the scenery certainly, but otherwise a useless mess of snow.
He'll be glad to laugh at anyone stupid enough to go exploring without dressing for the weather, though.]

Floor 3

[He spends most of the night, until around 7am, in the library. Sometimes reading, sometimes walking among the shelves in search of a book. If a monster appears, he quickly cuts it down. If a person appears, though, they may be met with the same reaction. Playing nice and not simply getting rid of any annoyance presented to him for months, mixed with the tower and administrators being their respective selves has put him on edge.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[As Vergil browses a shelf, something appears at the end of the bookcase opposite of him, neither moving nearer nor away. It simply lurks.]

This place is usually pretty empty about now. What are you looking for?

[It has a young woman's voice.]

[He doesn't turn from the shelf before him, taking a book marked 'classical literature' from it.]

Nothing but peace.

[Flatly:] That answer's not very exciting. It's already quiet.

It was, until now.

[He frowns, opening the book. Two can play at the blunt game.]

[She actually laughs at that, an under-her-breath chuckle. She starts to move closer, slowly and with a slightly off-center trajectory.]

That's alright with me. I'm bored.

[Of all the floors in the Tower, this is one of those that resonates with Sephiroth on almost the same level as the 5th Floor does. The bitter cold biting at the peek of skin at his partly exposed chest and his face reminds him of better times, of powerful times. Of times that now he needs to cling to for the memory of strength lost but not gone. That he must not lose. He knows whatever damage the cold will do to his skin he can heal at a thought, but he's covered enough and if it got too cold - well he's never without his Fire Materia these days.

He lingers in the courtyard to the castle, letting the snow fall around him, sometimes lifting his face to the sky as if the tiny flakes might cleanse him in some way. If he trusted the floor, or the fact he might not be alone he'd close his eyes and draw strongly on those memories - but as it was a threat could make itself known at any point so he did still peer around from time to time.]

[As Vergil enters the courtyard from within the castle, he immediately notices the other man - it's not difficult to spot the black among the sea of white. He leans against a pillar, watching for a moment before speaking up.]

Quite the difference in scenery.

[Sephiroth does not feel threatened at all by Vergil's presence, perhaps that's why he's not even acknowledged the other man being there until now. Though at the comment he sweeps his gaze that way, then offering the acknowledging nod that so few in the Tower are worthy enough to be granted.]

Isn't it? For what it's worth.

Very little, admittedly. Nothing but the respite from the others in this place and perhaps something more interesting to look at.

Yes, I can't imagine very many others making it out here very far.

[Even the tip of Sephiroth's nose and cheeks look pinker in this cold. The snow clings to his eyebrows a little as well but if he is cold he pushes it to the back of his mind. Being cold is kind of the point him being out here.]

[Thorin was used to the cold, as he had been brought up within a mountain capped by snow. The cold did nothing to him, as he traipsed through the snow and looked around. He told himself that exploring would take his mind off the monsters and home sickness. Now, more than ever, he wanted to feel the cold wind on his face. That was home for him.

It was then, he noticed that he was not alone. Another warrior? Thorin made his way towards the man hesitantly.]

Greetings. I did not know another soul treaded within the snow here.

[Vergil shifts his gaze, crossing his arms as he leans against a wall of rubble.]

Nor did I. Few would be drawn to such a place.

I was drawn here out of the yearning of my home. The mountains and snow are a familiar sight to me, since it has been too long since I have seen snow. [He cursed the Tower for bringing him here and making him suffer.]

What brings you out here, if I might ask?

[It's not often that Ocelot finds herself in the library at night. But lately, Ocelot found herself unable to sleep, even during the day. If only there was more information about the tower available, but the old woman reasoned that the administrators were keeping it from them so that they remained in the dark.

After a while, she finally notices the man.]

It's been a while.

[One of the few voices Vergil would be willing to answer draws him from his book, and he closes it, nodding to the woman.]

Since the...'party' after the infiltration of the lower levels, if I recall.

[She nods, glancing around the library cautiously. Thankfully, she has lost the drone for the time being as it's nowhere in sight. Not that she entirely feels free to talk even so.]

It seems Ganondorf is back to his cocky ways. Failure doesn't slow him down.

it'll be a cold day in hell when I have a real title

Floor 3; I think I'm saving Nue's first death but I'm open to the possibility :|a

alright!

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Floor 73

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Floor 73

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Floor 3 // bring on the horrible deaths!

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