towerofanimus | You were hamming it up as the tragic heroine

Characters: Ocelot and Sephiroth
Setting: Floor 88
Format: Starting prose, feel free to switch
Summary: After Ganon vanishes, two villains out for themselves meet. Nothing can go wrong.
Warning: Ganon is "dead", all fear the new evil overlords?

Ganon was gone.

It was almost a shame. The alliance was sure to collapse now, and that meant that Ocelot's pretense of being on Ganon's side was useless. It had lasted a long time, she supposed. Long enough that she had grown tired of hiding in the shadows, lurking just out of sight. As much as she favored Nesir, the girl seemed loyal to Ganondorf. Revealing her plans to overthrow him, to overthrow Ruana and the other administrators and prevent Ganon from ever getting his way if he was to return would be a mistake.

No, instead she would seek out the one man she trusted the most in this entire tower. Sephiroth was less predictable than Richtofen, but she knew him well enough to know that he was so consumed by self interest that any chance he had to further his goals would be taken. She was the same way, naturally. The two people from the alliance that had the most to gain from Ganon's disappearance would be an interesting pair. A dangerous pair, one that would not last.

As long as she could predict when Sephiroth's betrayal would come, it didn't matter.

She waited for him in the smoky bar, almost unblinking.

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"We can't do this with just the two of us," Ocelot agreed. She'd never turn to Pandora for help. She didn't trust them, but a few outliers still remained within the Tower, both former allies of Ganondorf and people who had long since defected from his side.

"But I wouldn't know where to begin." Nesir needed to be watched over. Maybe she would come over to their side now. It would be useful to have her on their side, but the only other person that she can think of is Richtofen, who she doesn't trust at all.

Sephiroth meanwhile fixed his gaze on some random point of the bar. It almost knotted his unreal stomach three times over, the thought of him now stepping forward as some figurehead as Ganondorf had done. He appreciates well the need for -especially among more human types- for their leadership and direction; but at the same time is this really his calling? He who would sooner put an end to all of humanity and effectively start again?

"You aren't the only one." He commented eventually, after a moment of that awkward silence again while he thought. At least he might keep this option semi-open for the time being? Nesir too, easily came to his mind. She would need to be told soon, if she hadn't also found out already.

Sephiroth would rather pitch Richtofen off the roof of the Tower into some bottomless Abyss, than go crawling to the man for any alliance now.

Edited (tenses are bad this week I'm sorry! ) 2014-02-23 00:45 (UTC)

"Nesir," Ocelot said finally. She would stave off her desire to watch the world burn long enough to save this one and return to her own. "I've down it with only one other before. With Nesir on our side, we'll have plenty of firepower in the time we have left."

Why did she want a mass of soldiers at her disposal? There would be time for that later, maybe, but not now. Certainly not in the Tower. It seemed most people would rather side with Pandora or no one at all, and Ocelot certainly didn't want useless followers at her beck and call.

Better Ocelot than Sephiroth, naming the young girl who was on both of their minds at the same time. Though Sephiroth knows that Ocelot doesn't bear any such power to have pulled it out of his thoughts, or at least she didn't before now. He half-scowls at the next thought that passed his conciousness-

They're all so very human.

Ocelot and Nesir both, under any other circumstances wouldn't be given a second thought by Sephiroth due to this reason. How his outlook had been mutated during his stay here, Sephiroth needed to be careful that the Tower wasn't able to change him in ways that would render his continued existence pointless.

"You care for Nesir-" He led the conversation in that direction. It's more of a statement of fact than a question, but Sephiroth felt the need to verify this with Ocelot first.

It was not an easy thing for Ocelot to admit. She hesitated, though it was marked only by her clenching her fist briefly. "It is not easy for a woman to rise high in the military where I am from," she said slowly. "There were many who looked at me and said I couldn't do it. Idiots, all of them. Most of them are dead now, some by my own hands."

Big Boss had been the first one to see her as something more than just a woman, even when they had been enemies. "In my country, women have sometimes been considered superior snipers to men. Capable of laying low in wait. More patient than their American male counterparts. I'm used to making people fear me."

She brushed a hand through her hair. Even in the time in the tower, she had kept it cut short. "Nesir and I may come from very different worlds, but she and I are not so different. We merely have very different 'masters.'"

It was pleasing that the moments hesitation reaped it's reward. Sephiroth listened, intently as ever to Ocelot as she recounted some of her story. Allowing himself to blink naturally at intervals as she explained.

However the revealed fact about Ocelot being involved with the military on her World itched at incomplete memories within Sephiroth, with regards to his own past, he was careful not to allow this slight discomfort to color his expression at all. All in all, he understood where she was coming from and acknowledged such with a light nod.

"Both of you soldiers, fighting for different causes."

Sephiroth rather casually flicked his head one way, removing a few stray strands of silver which had started to invade his vision before continuing.

"I had something of a similar life, once. But said 'masters' were not in my best interest. I started fighting, for my own objectives. It's been that way ever since."

One way or another, it seemed where himself and Ganondorf had their similarities which had allied them - he had even less in common with those the troll king's departure had left behind. He wondered, silently, how he could really now begin to align himself with Nesir and Ocelot more when they were so very different.

"Good," she said. It had taken her far too long to start fighting for herself. Even now, she had to pretend to be on the side of her former masters, but she had no loyalty now. Since it had been well over a year since she had first entered the tower, it made keeping her loyalty to ADAM that much harder, anyway.

"Try and take over the Tower, if you'd like," Ocelot said slowly, looking up at Sephiroth. She knew that conquest had been Ganondrof's goal. If it was the same for Sephiroth, she couldn't really care. All she really wanted was to get back to her own world and have it descend into chaos.

"I cannot say for sure how much help I shall be, but I don't care. You can make them all suffer."

She didn't care about Pandora, she didn't care about the people in the Tower who weren't involved. There was too little time left for them to do much at all. If she couldn't fix things in her own world, at lest she could give the support to someone who probably wanted to cause as much destruction as her.

It was a point in Ocelot's favor at least, that she didn't press him for more details that would be nearly painful to recall. As much as Sephiroth frequently visited the 5th Floor to ensure he never forgot about his Planet, never mind it's destruction, the fact remained - he'd failed there. He was failing here as well, with no clear way to know what remained for him on the other side.

Even not on Gaia, even without Jenova, he was still failing her. That hurt more than he would ever admit even to himself much less other people. Even more perhaps, than the clawed at remains of his self-control.

"I was never interested in the Tower. My -scope- is much wider-ranging." He informed simply. Though really, he'd have to start somewhere. Ganondorf would have provided that first step up that he needed. Without that now, he'd have to find another way.

"If suffering will prove to be the key, you have my promise that I will not hesitate in that."

But at this point, in truth for a long time, Sephiroth had been without very much of a plan. Until recently it had been obvious that he lacked the means to do anything about his predicament, but perhaps now he could expand on the real power that he had unlocked. His power, those that Mother's eradication from all planes of existence had not managed to purge from his core.

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