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Entry tags:
Log 024 | Event: Individuation | This could be called karma...
Characters: Sephiroth & Open; Part 3 to xroyal_bratx only.
Setting: Locations around the Tower - in the headers please. Also please put the day in your reply subject!
Format: Prose but can switch to Action if you'd like to quick-tag.
Summary: Sephiroth during Individuation: There is strength in numbers. In this case, those that were-souls of the Lifestream get their way in the end
Warnings: General Sephiroth warnings apply (ie. prone to violence, anti-social) particularly Part 2. Part 3 contains character death.
Part #1 - Monday - Thursday (All Around the Tower)
[Open]
The shadows came crawling out of the elevator shaft, even out of the very walls. Even the longer moments of Glamour-drop did nothing to hide their swarming throughout the Tower. Small shadowy children with wide white toothy grins. Sephiroth looked up from the fallen body of a Moblin on the 81st Floor as a small group of those mouths grinned widely up at him just after midnight. With narrowed, suspicious eyes he counted five sets of teeth, all set in thick darkness up to about his waist height. A beat later he swiped across at them with Masamune; though the bloodied sword just passed right through them. Just shadows.
What were these strange shadows that had emerged in the wake of the explosion. This had to be what Jason had gloated about, right? Strange little phantoms, but they weren't that much of a hindrance at all. Despite how eerie they were and how they seemed to multiply every few hours and linger just inches behind him where ever Sephiroth went about his day and night time activities. The Gymnasium (Fl 39), Library (Fl 3), Dormitory levels, everywhere. They would even linger, lining the edge of the swimming pool, permanently grinning out at him as Sephiroth added a few lengths to his exercise routine.
By Wednesday, the shadows numbered that of an over-sized classroom of children. Though that's if he cared to stop and even count the toothy grins they all held, as those smiles were the only indication of form within the growing cloud of darkness. Until they started to talk, and even that could be ignored - whispers from ghostly souls danced along unlistening ears.
"Look what your grand plan did to all of us."
"We're all that's left."
"It's all your fault."
Really Jason, you are losing your touch. Sephiroth had resolved his own opinions over Gaia many months ago. If his world's destruction was indeed his own doing, if he had won he wouldn't needed to have been 'rescued' from it - Sephiroth is certain of this fact. While occasionally his thoughts wander that old train, in his pride Sephiroth remained blameless. Even if these were all that remained of the souls left behind in the Lifestream before it had died, Sephiroth had no use for them in the Tower. Just bitter reminders of what was, what he had so very nearly achieved.
A particular shadow held a certain voice by Thursday, though. It granted Sephiroth pause on several occasions throughout the day. A voice he had not heard in several months, since Cloud had left the Tower.
"No one can remember you now, you know. There are no memories left to be shared." That particular voice stabbed an icicle into an exposed nerve. But in the instant it took Sephiroth to turn and look for the offending shadow, it had melted back into the conglomeration of several dozen wide grins in shadows. The endless chattering of empty accusations, angry threats, hollow doubts continued, though provided they would stay this quiet Sephiroth may well have been able to continue to ignore them. Despite the lethargy he'd started to notice, whispers bled into each other into background noise.
Part #2 - Friday cw: Violent/Sharp Reactions, Glamour-glitch (Dormitory Levels/Hallways)
[Open]
Real. They were real.
Not like any previous experiment of Jason's - when the Glamour glitched, these shadows did not. Though there was something entirely more sinister going on. Sephiroth checked his entire wire-frame self out in what had, a moment before, appeared to be one of the mens' bathrooms on the 3rd dormitory floor, and then he knew for sure. He'd thought until that moment, that his violet collar lightening had been a trick of the light, at the very most just another mind trick intended to derail him. But there was the plain reality. Though still strongly violet at the core of his soul, Sephiroth's extremities were already faded to clear and perhaps it was his paranoid mind, but he imagined he could see the violet starting to retreat around about his forearms and knees.
"I WONDER WHAT MOTHER WOULD THINK OF YOU NOW. ABANDONING YOUR LEGACY LIKE THAT."
Like hitting a solid wall Sephiroth stopped in the doorway back out into the Hallway and peered at the crowd of faceless, angry shadows that-had-been souls gathered around him as if he were trying to ascertain which one had shouted that. It stung deeper than anything else they had said so far, but then they were a fair few volume levels louder now. Not only that, Sephiroth's sleeplessness coupled with their now-obvious draining effect on him was grinding at his patience.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SHINING FUTURE?"
"SHUT UP. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT." He spun and balled back at the close-knit group behind him, completely unaware apparently that he was the only one who could hear them. The horde pressed closer and Sephiroth dashed both hands through their shadowy forms in frustration as he strode viciously back out into the corridor - occasionally he had to slow, to reach out for the wall as a guide when the exhaustion he was starting to feel pricked at his focus. The shadows kept pace with no effort whatsoever; a cacophony of broken, twisted souls taking every opportunity to yell or growl another arrow of despair at the silver haired man in voices that, for the most part, he couldn't place.
"FAILED AGAIN, PATHETIC MONSTER."
"YOU CAN'T EVEN GET YOURSELF OUT OF HERE."
"YOU JUST DON'T GET IT, DO YOU?"
"YOU DON'T EVEN REMEMBER..."
Occasionally Sephiroth held hands to his head and slumped a little under the louder screams as he continued his sweep of the Dormitories, trying so hard to force his mind to shut off. To ignore. To be above the claims the shadows of the Lifestream were clawing at him with. So angry, so frustrated with everything it burned white-hot behind his eyes, he would not allow this to fall as tears. That would only empower them further.
Part #3 - Saturday cw: Character death (Fl 87 - Poppy Fields)
[Open to 1st responder if anyone wants to witness and/or attempt to save him]
Sephiroth didn't recall how he'd managed to get down to this floor. Each stairwell on the way down had bled into another, each step further he took fuzzed around the edges. Each foot fall seemed to be becoming heavier - it was like being in a dream, in those deep moments just before waking. A train of shadows followed, dozens pressed close as if they were really one larger entity, as if they might have pushed him down the stairwell at any moment.
It was intoxicating, in it's own right, this level of exhaustion was unlike anything Sephiroth had ever known here - brought on undoubtedly by the very pale violet strands left in the color of his collar. The souls still screamed at him intermittently but his consciousness had started to drift with each passing set of stairs. Sephiroth clung to the wall more often than not and upon reaching the doorway to the 87th Floor he clung to the doorway itself for a few moments before shuffling his steps heavily out onto the floor itself.
"DON'T STEP ON THE FLOWERS." A voice shouted, it had the unmistakable jingle of a girl Sephiroth had killed. He ignored the voice of the Cetra.
A sea of red poppies, so vibrant in their color that they stole his gaze and kept it. Such a peaceful and tranquil place. Unable to resist the temptation Sephiroth allowed his knees to give and knelt in the poppy fields; he could sleep here. Just for five minutes, especially since the voices bound to him were quieter again now - yes, perfect opportunity.
With glamour on Sephiroth would have been easier to spot; black and silver stark against the red, red flowers. When the Glamour glitched, it might have taken a sharper eye to pick out film from film. Though the film that constructed the poppies certainly seemed more alive still than the almost completely whited-out soul cage, with it's minuscule knot of pale violet left at the center.
xroyal_bratx only.Setting: Locations around the Tower - in the headers please. Also please put the day in your reply subject!
Format: Prose but can switch to Action if you'd like to quick-tag.
Summary: Sephiroth during Individuation: There is strength in numbers. In this case, those that were-souls of the Lifestream get their way in the end
Warnings: General Sephiroth warnings apply (ie. prone to violence, anti-social) particularly Part 2. Part 3 contains character death.
Part #1 - Monday - Thursday (All Around the Tower)
[Open]
The shadows came crawling out of the elevator shaft, even out of the very walls. Even the longer moments of Glamour-drop did nothing to hide their swarming throughout the Tower. Small shadowy children with wide white toothy grins. Sephiroth looked up from the fallen body of a Moblin on the 81st Floor as a small group of those mouths grinned widely up at him just after midnight. With narrowed, suspicious eyes he counted five sets of teeth, all set in thick darkness up to about his waist height. A beat later he swiped across at them with Masamune; though the bloodied sword just passed right through them. Just shadows.
What were these strange shadows that had emerged in the wake of the explosion. This had to be what Jason had gloated about, right? Strange little phantoms, but they weren't that much of a hindrance at all. Despite how eerie they were and how they seemed to multiply every few hours and linger just inches behind him where ever Sephiroth went about his day and night time activities. The Gymnasium (Fl 39), Library (Fl 3), Dormitory levels, everywhere. They would even linger, lining the edge of the swimming pool, permanently grinning out at him as Sephiroth added a few lengths to his exercise routine.
By Wednesday, the shadows numbered that of an over-sized classroom of children. Though that's if he cared to stop and even count the toothy grins they all held, as those smiles were the only indication of form within the growing cloud of darkness. Until they started to talk, and even that could be ignored - whispers from ghostly souls danced along unlistening ears.
"Look what your grand plan did to all of us."
"We're all that's left."
"It's all your fault."
Really Jason, you are losing your touch. Sephiroth had resolved his own opinions over Gaia many months ago. If his world's destruction was indeed his own doing, if he had won he wouldn't needed to have been 'rescued' from it - Sephiroth is certain of this fact. While occasionally his thoughts wander that old train, in his pride Sephiroth remained blameless. Even if these were all that remained of the souls left behind in the Lifestream before it had died, Sephiroth had no use for them in the Tower. Just bitter reminders of what was, what he had so very nearly achieved.
A particular shadow held a certain voice by Thursday, though. It granted Sephiroth pause on several occasions throughout the day. A voice he had not heard in several months, since Cloud had left the Tower.
"No one can remember you now, you know. There are no memories left to be shared." That particular voice stabbed an icicle into an exposed nerve. But in the instant it took Sephiroth to turn and look for the offending shadow, it had melted back into the conglomeration of several dozen wide grins in shadows. The endless chattering of empty accusations, angry threats, hollow doubts continued, though provided they would stay this quiet Sephiroth may well have been able to continue to ignore them. Despite the lethargy he'd started to notice, whispers bled into each other into background noise.
Part #2 - Friday cw: Violent/Sharp Reactions, Glamour-glitch (Dormitory Levels/Hallways)
[Open]
Real. They were real.
Not like any previous experiment of Jason's - when the Glamour glitched, these shadows did not. Though there was something entirely more sinister going on. Sephiroth checked his entire wire-frame self out in what had, a moment before, appeared to be one of the mens' bathrooms on the 3rd dormitory floor, and then he knew for sure. He'd thought until that moment, that his violet collar lightening had been a trick of the light, at the very most just another mind trick intended to derail him. But there was the plain reality. Though still strongly violet at the core of his soul, Sephiroth's extremities were already faded to clear and perhaps it was his paranoid mind, but he imagined he could see the violet starting to retreat around about his forearms and knees.
"I WONDER WHAT MOTHER WOULD THINK OF YOU NOW. ABANDONING YOUR LEGACY LIKE THAT."
Like hitting a solid wall Sephiroth stopped in the doorway back out into the Hallway and peered at the crowd of faceless, angry shadows that-had-been souls gathered around him as if he were trying to ascertain which one had shouted that. It stung deeper than anything else they had said so far, but then they were a fair few volume levels louder now. Not only that, Sephiroth's sleeplessness coupled with their now-obvious draining effect on him was grinding at his patience.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SHINING FUTURE?"
"SHUT UP. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT." He spun and balled back at the close-knit group behind him, completely unaware apparently that he was the only one who could hear them. The horde pressed closer and Sephiroth dashed both hands through their shadowy forms in frustration as he strode viciously back out into the corridor - occasionally he had to slow, to reach out for the wall as a guide when the exhaustion he was starting to feel pricked at his focus. The shadows kept pace with no effort whatsoever; a cacophony of broken, twisted souls taking every opportunity to yell or growl another arrow of despair at the silver haired man in voices that, for the most part, he couldn't place.
"FAILED AGAIN, PATHETIC MONSTER."
"YOU CAN'T EVEN GET YOURSELF OUT OF HERE."
"YOU JUST DON'T GET IT, DO YOU?"
"YOU DON'T EVEN REMEMBER..."
Occasionally Sephiroth held hands to his head and slumped a little under the louder screams as he continued his sweep of the Dormitories, trying so hard to force his mind to shut off. To ignore. To be above the claims the shadows of the Lifestream were clawing at him with. So angry, so frustrated with everything it burned white-hot behind his eyes, he would not allow this to fall as tears. That would only empower them further.
Part #3 - Saturday cw: Character death (Fl 87 - Poppy Fields)
[Open to 1st responder if anyone wants to witness and/or attempt to save him]
Sephiroth didn't recall how he'd managed to get down to this floor. Each stairwell on the way down had bled into another, each step further he took fuzzed around the edges. Each foot fall seemed to be becoming heavier - it was like being in a dream, in those deep moments just before waking. A train of shadows followed, dozens pressed close as if they were really one larger entity, as if they might have pushed him down the stairwell at any moment.
It was intoxicating, in it's own right, this level of exhaustion was unlike anything Sephiroth had ever known here - brought on undoubtedly by the very pale violet strands left in the color of his collar. The souls still screamed at him intermittently but his consciousness had started to drift with each passing set of stairs. Sephiroth clung to the wall more often than not and upon reaching the doorway to the 87th Floor he clung to the doorway itself for a few moments before shuffling his steps heavily out onto the floor itself.
"DON'T STEP ON THE FLOWERS." A voice shouted, it had the unmistakable jingle of a girl Sephiroth had killed. He ignored the voice of the Cetra.
A sea of red poppies, so vibrant in their color that they stole his gaze and kept it. Such a peaceful and tranquil place. Unable to resist the temptation Sephiroth allowed his knees to give and knelt in the poppy fields; he could sleep here. Just for five minutes, especially since the voices bound to him were quieter again now - yes, perfect opportunity.
With glamour on Sephiroth would have been easier to spot; black and silver stark against the red, red flowers. When the Glamour glitched, it might have taken a sharper eye to pick out film from film. Though the film that constructed the poppies certainly seemed more alive still than the almost completely whited-out soul cage, with it's minuscule knot of pale violet left at the center.
Poppy Fields; would that be okay if I claim? >.>;
She wasn't going to let them eat her and by this time of the week, it was almost as if she could withstand it with her own will power. She could fight it off, and she was a lot calmer. Her eyes widened at the sight of a familiar man. It seemed rather convenient that she always ran into him at strange times. He looked like he was in pain and she assumed it must be from the shadowy entities that haunted the tower. She ran towards him calling his name, because despite what she knew of him and what she had been through, she couldn't help be that person that tried to save as many people as she could.
That side of her never actually changed and Sephiroth must have gotten used to her stupid antics to befriend him. She wouldn't consider them friends, but he was someone she could sort of trust in the tower as long as she stayed out of his way and she wanted to keep it that way. The glitching was irritating her as she noticed, and she didn't know exactly if he was going to die or not, but she wanted to at least help him to the best of her abilities.
Ishtar wasn't afraid to actually lay a hand on his shoulder, brows furrowed with worry. ]
Hey Sephiroth can you hear me, hey!
You may indeed, consider it claimed!
Sephiroth's armored shoulder doesn't move very much at all when Ishtar touches it, and quite rightly she might take that as a bad sign. He does make a quiet noise though, though less comprehend-able than a mumble in his sleep which is spiralling deeper by the moment.]
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Sephiroth, don't you dare die on me dammit! Wake up!
[ She shook him a little more. She didn't want to see anymore people die. She jut couldn't and given the week, she was rather antsy still. ] you can hear me right?
[ That incoherent sound at least made her realize he was still kind of there but not really. ]
Wake up, Sephiroth!
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Let me sleep. [A hardly tangible whisper is issued. Now he's rolled over Ishtar can see the small tiny threads of light violet that remain in his collar.]
[The very shadows surrounding him seem to press even closer, it feels like they are laughing though only he would be able to hear them.]
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She shook him roughly again, but she caught it, the simple thin line of light violet that was still on his collar. No, way. How did it get at and how did this happen? What was going on. She could never see this proud man succumbing to such things like this. He was a lot stronger than she was when it came to these things. At least she thought that. ]
You can't sleep here, and how the hell did you acquire so many! Hey stop sleeping!
[ She shook him again with all her feeble strength. He was a large man and she was a little teenager. This was not working well. ]
We need to take you to the clinic, or I can try to heal you just wake up!
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[His consciousness swoons. A particularly bold shadow presses forwards through the rest of the crowd and reaches a ghostly hand for his face. Sephiroth's eyes manage to open all of about a millimeter but it's unclear if he can even see Ishtar now.
The more powerful have the furthest to fall, it seems. Ishtar's frenzied shaking of him shakes more of his armor than his actual body now, being so almost-dead already. A single trail of what could be a tear trickles down from one of those almost closed lids.]
M-M-Mother...
[The shadowed hand lingering seems as if to stroke his cheek and then feigns to be gripping at one of the nearly-clear tubes of his collar. Sephiroth's eyes shoot open as if seeing something that isn't there, something that startles him. They do not close again, only the dim glow so characteristic to his Mako eyes remains. His head lolls lifelessly to one side and will loll with the shaking if Ishtar continues - silver bangs framing his face being knocked into those eyes.]
1/2
[ There was no lie about hysterical look on her face. Ishtar shook him roughly again. Ishtar could see his eyes, but they were unfocused. She knew those kinds of eyes, the eyes of death lulling people to their graves.
Ishtar's eyes widened at the single tear drop slipped from his unfocused eyes. What was he- no. ]
Bastard you can't die right now! Sephiroth!
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Once again she was too late to save another person. She knew that death was inevitable during these types of events, and people came back. It still didn't change how painful it was to watch someone die, someone who didn't deserve to die.
She just clung to the lifeless body after a few seconds, crying over the body. Those lifeless eyes just mocked her, and she knew it. She didn't help anyone again, and even if she didn't know much about this man, he wasn't really a bad person. There was nothing else she could say or add to this, other than clinging to the lifeless body and sobbing. ]