towerofanimus | Cover up times. Beware the ravens.

Characters: Open to all.
Setting: Residential floors, night time
Format: Whatever floats a person's boat.
Summary: After the collapsing floors, Mitch is going on a crusade to keep an eye out for two particular creatures. The Revenant and Filth-Corrupted.
Warnings: Possible death, violence, dismemberment and meme spouting.

The recent damages to the Tower had seemed to of left everyone in some form of disarray or another. With everyone picking up their broken pieces and drying their tears as they took care of their wounds, Mitchell slunk into the backdrop once more. He had bigger fish to fry. First off, to look for his newly recruited agent to find out what she had found or knows. Granted that he was certain others would blab about their experiences over the net.

Second, to cover up another form of mess that the misery and death could have attracted. He knows of such beings that currently have been brought to the Tower. And was somewhat cautious about not dealing with them around others. Such matters did not pertain to most of the Tower's residents, which was something he would also like to leave as is.

So after dawning his gas mask and uniform, the agent went about his business quietly hunting what goes bump in the night. His plans could wait for the moment.

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He sighed, may as well go with that explanation. It's far better than saying he was hunting for what the darkest parts of man breeds. And apparently it was not as insane for him to claim something like "hunting for something to prove yourself against". Such a silly statement, he wasn't exactly level grinding quite yet, it was more of a self-imposed quest.

Besides, he felt as though his fears about what he was keeping an eye out for we're very important and valid. After all, who wants the very essence of corruption walking around? Or that of misery and suffering? "Maybe I am?"

In another realm, Sephiroth himself would have been referred to as such a monster. The embodiment of all misery and suffering, and he'd been proud of such opinion as well. Within the Tower however, being a monster meant to be twisted by the transition and whilst monsters were more real than the residents own Glamoured appearances - he's glad to have retained his own self at least.

"Oh?" The silver-haired man flexed his left hand around the blue wrapped hilt of his weapon. Of course the other guy had to be hunting for something, all those that were out that late within the Tower were often doing the same. Sephiroth was always out into the early hours of the morning, indulging himself, as well.

To Mitch, he looks like an emo kid in need of a haircut, badly. Not exactly the embodiment of misery and suffering that most would label with Sephoroth. Then again, Mitchell doesn't really know the guy personally.

But he still didn't miss that hand flexing around the hilt. Waving a hand in front of himself dismissively as he kept his distance, if the guy wanted a fight, then the Illuminated one wanted to keep the distance advantage. Maybe slow him down with an anima grenade? "That would none of your concern, citizen. Go back to bed."

Citizen. There was a term indeed that no one had ever applied to Sephiroth. Leather and armor, and his over-sized weapon usually left enough of an impression for others not to apply such a term.

The subtle flex of his grip had been only a test mostly, to see if Mitchell would be looking to fight him in particular. The dismissive hand gesture voided that notion.

"It might not surprise you that I make something of a pastime out of hunting for fearsome opponents." In truth he was somewhat intrigued now about Mitchell, and in particular how he would fight the same. "Out for something particular?"

"Out for something called none of your business." Of course he doesn't mind if the person tags along, just so long as he doesn't make a nuisance out of himself. Or at the very least act as a meat shield. This was his fight, his target and not something that he wanted others to deal with, or know about. Of course if they have been preying on the residents recently, or at least attempting to, then Mitch wouldn't be surprised if someone had managed to catch a glimpse of what writhes in the darkest hearts of man.

So, balls to the wall.

"Hmph. Suit yourself."

Sephiroth was not one to push the issue, he certainly wasn't about to tag along with Mitchell if the other clearly didn't want him there. Sephiroth himself wouldn't want the insistent company either, if he wanted to go at something alone.

If Mitchell died, well, that would be no skin off Sephiroth's nose for sure.

The tall silver-haired warrior swept past Mitchell then, with his long arching sword swept around in a single-handed grip. The edge of the blade lined the back of his arm all the way up and past shoulder armor, the curved tip extended off towards his head. Sephiroth didn't even look back as he headed down the hallway away from Mitchell.

Alrighty then, where he was he? Oh yeah, he's looking for feathers, crows, rats and black tentacles.

Cover up times. Beware the ravens.

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