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towerofanimus2013-08-15 02:11 am
notayoungkitten) wrote in towerofanimus2013-08-15 02:11 am
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Characters: AU3 Revolver Ocelot, Neal Cassidy, and YOU
Setting: Around the tower
Format: Starting action
Summary: Event catch-all
Warnings: trauma, possible character death
Revolver Ocelot
[The whispers in her ear didn't stop. It was maddening. Horrible. Liquid's voice was the loudest one. Demanding to tell him why she had let him die. It was her fault that the world was in ruin. Had she not ruined his plans, had she not set him up to fall, he would have succeeded.
The shadow child using his voice stood in her way, staring her down. Ocelot couldn't speak. There was nothing to say.
In the months since she had arrived, she had come to deeply, deeply regret the murder of her own son. But there was nothing she could do. Nothing. But there were other voices, too. Solidus too spoke to her. You called me son, he said, angrily. Accusingly. And yet you left me behind! You said that we would destroy the Patriots! You liar! You'll never know what happened! What should have happened!
In the silence, the old woman collapsed to her knees, hugging herself, fighting to hold back tears she didn't know she could still shed.]
Neal Cassidy
[Emma was following him everywhere. It was fate's way of telling him just how badly he had screwed up. Telling him how she had been abandoned by him once again. That he was a coward. How she could see the family resemblance. He deserved every bit of it. Emma has a right to be angry.
He never wanted to leave her again. But here? Now? He hadn't had a choice. If she could somehow be here too, if Henry could be here... he would have been happier. Worst of all, though, was the shadow on his opposite side.
Henry.
The small boy that he barely knew, wondering aloud in a small, sad voice, if he ever should have looked for his father to begin with.]
Setting: Around the tower
Format: Starting action
Summary: Event catch-all
Warnings: trauma, possible character death
Revolver Ocelot
[The whispers in her ear didn't stop. It was maddening. Horrible. Liquid's voice was the loudest one. Demanding to tell him why she had let him die. It was her fault that the world was in ruin. Had she not ruined his plans, had she not set him up to fall, he would have succeeded.
The shadow child using his voice stood in her way, staring her down. Ocelot couldn't speak. There was nothing to say.
In the months since she had arrived, she had come to deeply, deeply regret the murder of her own son. But there was nothing she could do. Nothing. But there were other voices, too. Solidus too spoke to her. You called me son, he said, angrily. Accusingly. And yet you left me behind! You said that we would destroy the Patriots! You liar! You'll never know what happened! What should have happened!
In the silence, the old woman collapsed to her knees, hugging herself, fighting to hold back tears she didn't know she could still shed.]
Neal Cassidy
[Emma was following him everywhere. It was fate's way of telling him just how badly he had screwed up. Telling him how she had been abandoned by him once again. That he was a coward. How she could see the family resemblance. He deserved every bit of it. Emma has a right to be angry.
He never wanted to leave her again. But here? Now? He hadn't had a choice. If she could somehow be here too, if Henry could be here... he would have been happier. Worst of all, though, was the shadow on his opposite side.
Henry.
The small boy that he barely knew, wondering aloud in a small, sad voice, if he ever should have looked for his father to begin with.]
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Yeah.
Yeah, I guess so. The real things, huh?
[He looks to the shadow that sounds like Emma, a horrible pang wells up in his chest as he does.]
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[Sephiroth follows his gaze to the shadow that Neal looks at and then looks around again at his own congregation of souls - as if daring them to whisper something. It turns his stomach, their grinning white mouths spewing his own questions back at him.
What is reality. What is Destiny. What was it all for?
Sephiroth's brow creases in a frown before being willed away from his face in defiance til the end.]
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[He drowns.]
We've got to fight this.
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[The first thing Sephiroth did was try to fight these monsters off after all.]
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I... I don't know.
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Seems to me that we've all got baggage we need to get rid of.
[Without another comment Sephiroth sweeps off, with his baggage of forgotten souls, down the corridor away from Neal.]