Sheba | Child of the Gods (
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towerofanimus2013-11-27 11:14 am
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011 ♃ there was a friend of mine on murder and the judge's gavel fell
Characters: Sheba (
seekinganswers) and Sephiroth (
neverbeamemory)
Setting: Floor 43, backdated to very late at night on the 19th (because I fail at life and didn't have this up sooner)
Format: Action brackets!
Summary: After having seen him earlier that day, Sheba pays a return visit to Sephiroth in his jail cell. By which I mean she gets chased onto the floor by monsters...
Warnings: Some violence near the beginning of the thread? Possible strong language? Nothing too graphic!
[There is a sharp cry from the floor above - followed by a crash of lightning, and then frantic footsteps. Or at least, they sound frantic. When Sheba comes into view, she looks like she's being chased. She's moving quickly, doing her best to outrun a group of Neoshadows (the exact number is hard to tell, with the way they're shifting and skulking after her, but there's at least thirteen of them now and more trailing down the stairs behind the group), but there's none of the sheer panic that typically comes with a pursuit. Almost a year in the Tower will do that to a person... maybe.]
Sephiroth!
[Though she doesn't look panicked, she sounds panicked enough. Whether that's genuine or for the benefit of any guards that might still be around this time of night - if there are any - is anyone's guess.]
You're still in there, right?
Setting: Floor 43, backdated to very late at night on the 19th (because I fail at life and didn't have this up sooner)
Format: Action brackets!
Summary: After having seen him earlier that day, Sheba pays a return visit to Sephiroth in his jail cell. By which I mean she gets chased onto the floor by monsters...
Warnings: Some violence near the beginning of the thread? Possible strong language? Nothing too graphic!
[There is a sharp cry from the floor above - followed by a crash of lightning, and then frantic footsteps. Or at least, they sound frantic. When Sheba comes into view, she looks like she's being chased. She's moving quickly, doing her best to outrun a group of Neoshadows (the exact number is hard to tell, with the way they're shifting and skulking after her, but there's at least thirteen of them now and more trailing down the stairs behind the group), but there's none of the sheer panic that typically comes with a pursuit. Almost a year in the Tower will do that to a person... maybe.]
Sephiroth!
[Though she doesn't look panicked, she sounds panicked enough. Whether that's genuine or for the benefit of any guards that might still be around this time of night - if there are any - is anyone's guess.]
You're still in there, right?

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He recognized the voice, a beat later.
'I'll see you soon' She'd said when Sheba had left him slumped there earlier. He hadn't moved very much at all, didn't have much of the energy to. He hadn't really even registered enough to have read behind those words at the time, did she mean to-
The frantic sounds coupled with the darkness in his cell told him that it was late at night. Swarms of any monster type, at night especially, were not a good thing.]
I'm here.
[He calls out, cursing how much it scalded his insides from the effort. Pushing his back against the wall and digging deep for his last energy reserves, he attempts to force his near-atrophied legs underneath himself.]
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[There is relief, and she looks away from the cell long enough to catch a Neoshadow in the stomach with her staff, angling herself so that she can throw it away, into a wall. It hits said wall and crumples - but that doesn't do much to deter the others from advancing.
She needs backup. A cursory glance at the stairs - where more Neoshadows are swarming - tells her that she's not going to be handle this alone. Even if the guards were to help...]
Will you be okay? I'm going to let you out, but it's dangerous out here right now.
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I- [Sephiroth lurched back into the wall as he tested his own weight on his feet. He's severely dehydrated and starving, but he knows once out of the prison it would usually be only a matter of recovery time.
He'd have to force the issue, power himself up as soon as he was able to, so to speak.] -don't know. I'm-
[Once more he tried to put weight on his feet, spreading a stance wide just inches from where the force field cackled. He squatted lightly a few times, grimacing at the sensation in his mostly dead-legs.]
I'm going to need room, Sheba. Get me a window.
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There's only one thing to do. She nods, and narrows her eyes, and grips her staff tightly, shifts her stance so that she can move at a moment's notice. If Sephiroth needs a window of opportunity, she'll certainly give it to him.
That means clearing off the Neoshadows that are encroaching on the space between herself, the cell, and Sephiroth. She takes a deep breath and raises her staff. She'd used two of her Djinn in her earlier fight with them, as she'd struggled to make it to a floor where she knew someone would be waiting. That means there's enough dormant elemental energy in her for a summoning sequence, which while it won't beat off all of them, should clear off the closet of the Neoshadows.]
Atalanta! I need you!
[There's a rush of wind around her, and a ghostly figure of a huntress in flowing robes emerges in a burst of light. She hovers somewhere above Sheba and draws back her bow - a flurry of arrows rains down on the nearest Neoshadows -
While Atalanta is taking care of the monsters, Sheba lunges for the button to Sephiroth's cell. Her hand slams down on it just as the last arrow strikes and Atalanta vanishes. The immediate area is clear, but more and more Neoshadows are coming down the stairs...] If you need more time, I'll cover you!
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Deep, ragged breaths are forced in and out. They rip deeply even into Sephiroth's lungs it seems but he needs to focus; to distance himself from the severe exposure his physical body is weakening him with. To reach as far as he can inwardly just in time for-
-the force field is dropped suddenly and Sephiroth pushes himself against the wall for the momentum to get into the hallway. He stumbles there, falls sharply to one knee. At the same time he grips all of his will around that core where he power should be. Sephiroth can hear his pulse sounding wildly, distinctly in his ears; drowning out all sound even as he observes the advancing swarm of shadows towards him. This must work, or those Neoshadow are going to make very short work of him.
His limbs are like lead though and his gaze is unfocused on the multiple enemies. Sephiroth forces his head down, away from them, his attention needed inwardly. With an agonized grunt he squeezes at what power has regenerated in those few seconds. But the swarm are moving in and he's still not-
-whoosh. Just as the first of the pack take the last lunge for him, it all connects. In something similar to the rush of wind Sheba exhibited it's like a rushing, cooling wave released from the depth of Sephiroth's core. It overrides everything, and suddenly there is power there. The swarm meet with an invisible wall as he issues his will outwards and away from him down the hallway. The first few Neoshadow are flung back against the others before his telekinesis stops them completely; if only for the split second it takes for him to now get back to his feet. The sound of a blade singing through the air precedes it's physical manifestation as Sephiroth wills Masamune into being with only one well timed slash across as many of the Neoshadow that he can connect with.
The entire front row crumple down, but already he can feel his will failing in holding the rest back. A late wave of nausea grips him as Sephiroth turns and retreats back quickly towards Sheba, bringing one hand away from his sword and using the wall for balance on a couple of occasions.]
Go!
[They will have to retreat and try to double back around the other side to get to the stairwell. Already that forced power surge is leaving a stinging all along every fiber of Sephiroth's being, but he knows that now he's free his form will gear towards the most lethal threat; namely the encroaching swarm, should he need to strike at them again. Meanwhile, there was much regeneration to be done to his dried out cells.]
Later 19/20th November - Cafeteria [Closed: Sephiroth, Sheba, Jin]
But his little 'rescuer' had insisted that they come down rather than go up. That at least he should get the edge taken off of his dehydration before sleeping, that he should try to even take a small amount of food - just for the energy if nothing else. It was sound logic. It would be just perfect after breaking out of the prison that he would then just die in his bed.
By the time they reach the Cafeteria he nearly falls out of the elevator on shaky legs, grasping for the wall, slipping into the first seat he could get to. Sephiroth holds his hands out in front of his face, and even in the darkness he can see them quivering - lesser so if he stares at them though. He still feels cold and even more on edge in the closed up Cafeteria, flicking his gaze around as if even more Shadows would pop out at any moment.]
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[It's not like she really needs to tell him that; where would he even go, with his condition as it is? But she makes sure he is safely in a seat before she looks to the kitchens.] I'll be right back.
[It being as late as it is, she's going to have to either cook or bring him the raw ingredients so he can at least get some food in him. It's probably best to make sure he gets something to eat and drink as soon as possible, so she darts into the kitchen very quickly and returns with a glass of water, some pieces of bread, and some vegetables and sandwich meats. None of them are assembled, but she can do that easily enough once she sets the plate down in front of him and slides the glass to him.]
Drink. Thirst is more deadly than hunger. [That was something that anyone growing up in a desert environment learned. It's been drilled into her from the time she was first old enough to really understand what the people around her were saying.]
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However, unlike usual nights, where he only encountered monsters or ignored other people in the hallway, there were other people lurking around the cafeteria tonight; he'd watched silently as Sheba rushed in and out of the kitchen (she must have been pretty preoccupied, if he had to guess), and listened for a moment as she spoke to someone else.
A moment or two, and his curiosity (and boredom) got the best of him, and he crept out of the kitchen to glance inquisitively at the two assembled.
At the least, he could deduce that Sephiroth (who he discovered was the other party) looked like crap.]
Yeesh-- what happened to you? You get in a fight with a behemoth?
[Opening to Nesir]
He blinks it back and shakes his head a little before raising his now lowered hand to take the glass as firmly as he can. Ripples of the water inside the glass betraying the shakiness but he does manage to bring it to his mouth at least. Sephiroth takes a small sip only before even registering Jin's presence there - and then the question catches up. He takes a long gulp of the water, before carefully, paying over-attention to the motion, putting the glass back on the tabletop.
Drinking so quickly in his degraded state isn't suggestible, but the following sicky feeling tells him that much. A hiccup is swallowed sternly before he attempts to answer Jin.]
Does it -hic- [Fail.] - look like I'm in any way to -hi-[Pause. Breath. Calm down.] -fight?
[Irritable much? Oh yes. Hiccups are the most frustrating thing.]
hi
She smirked at the hiccups though. Hiding her relief that he was alright, one less victory to the light addled.]
sneaks in a worktag because i'm a shitty employee
She definitely had been preoccupied while getting the water and food.]
Oh... hi, Jin. [At least it's him and not someone who might be more openly hostile upon seeing Sephiroth. She's going to have to be more observant--
And then there's Nesir. Sheba nearly jumps out of surprise, but manages to keep herself calm, and watches carefully as Nesir addresses Sephiroth. A friend of his? ...the other girl doesn't seem hostile either, which is good. Sheba relaxes, but only just a little, because it's late and who knows what else might be thrown at them soon. She'll feel a lot better about this once they're all safely in their rooms.]
...a friend of yours, Sephiroth? [She looks from him to Nesir.]
party rockin in the cafeteria tonightttttt
Nesir's presence is a surprise-- it doesn't really stop him from being amused, but at least he wasn't harping on how ridiculous the situation before him was.]
'Sup. [He gave a half wave to Sheba (and Sephiroth too, because well he was kind of one of the slightly more tolerable people around here?) before crossing his arms over his stomach and extending a half-hearted greeting to Nesir as well (though his vague amusement never goes away).] Nice of you to join the party too.
[Very half-hearted.]
Must have been some swarm. I didn't miss any of the good disasters, did I?
[That's... probably his way of asking what happened?]
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-hic-
This is Nesir.
-hic-
[He answers Sheba before putting the glass back down. For the sake of this little gathering, lets not get into the complicated relationship he has with the adolescent acolyte and let them all pretend they are friends. To be honest, Sephiroth is equally surprised she came looking too but between all the hiccups, shaking and feeling wretched he's not showing it.
Same as he's just not got the energy to take offense to Jin's apparent vague amusement at the whole situation.]
Just another load of -hic- dead monsters.
[He shudders again, so deep that he finds himself hunching over a little. The water feels almost alien inside his shrunken stomach, but Sephiroth forces himself to sit up a little straighter --as if he could rescue something of his pride-- and looks over the various foods on the plate nearby.
Not having generally a need to eat does have it's disadvantages in this situation. He's not sure if it's too soon to try to eat something yet, if he should try to take a little more water first, or if he should just get back to his Dormitory already. It feels degrading enough sitting like a sick puppy between the three of them.]
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She frowned and then jumped from the cabinet, landing gracefully and moving over to the keep things cold cupboard (also known as a fridge to those from worlds with modern appliances). She grabbed a bottle of milk and then a glass.]
Be sipping it. Really slowly.
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[Sheba has to bite back a slight giggle at that. Only in the Tower could a disaster be classified as good... well, no, that's a bit untrue. The way Jin says it is still entertaining, though.]
That would depend on your idea of "good." [Jailbreaks might fall under that, actually.
She looks from Jin, to Sephiroth, to Nesir, and then she nods.] ...it's nice to meet you, Nesir. [And then she watches as Nesir fetches some milk and a glass.] Oh! That's a good idea... thank you.
[Sephiroth probably won't want to discuss the specifics behind how he ended up in that cell with this many people around, so she doesn't ask. Instead, she discreetly looks away from him so he can have some measure of "privacy" as he tackles the food and the milk.] ...well, you have to admit it was a decent workout, at least. I don't think I've taken on that many monsters in a long time. [And then she turns her attention back to Sephiroth, very briefly, to shoot him a cheeky grin.] You were amazing out there!
[Because flattery will get you everywhere, or so they say. Especially when said flattery is genuine.]