towerofanimus | She wasn't evading you

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She wasn't evading you

Characters: Nesir and Sephiroth
Setting: Sephiroth's room
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Summary: Sephiroth sent Nesir a Note so Nesir answers it.
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Nesir had realised Ganondorf was gone mostly by accident. Days often went by when she didn't see him, and when he wanted to talk to her he usually found her quite easily. She had been preoccupied, with the explosions and the fact that twice she realised that a few hours had passed, even though she couldn't remember sleeping or otherwise missing time.

Those who had gone to help power the tower were back now, and they didn't seem to have any obvious affects, so perhaps it had gone as well as Riki had promised.

She had been walking through the dormitory halls when she had seen Ganondorf's room, and the lack of his name on the plaque outside. She had double checked in the graveyard and indeed there was a grave. He had gone...

It shocked her, even though people disappearing was a normal occurrence here, but Ganondorf... he was powerful. He had been one of the first people she had met and it seemed unthinkable that he was just... not here anymore.

The note came as a surprise though she should have expected it. She picked up her bow and her daggers and made her way up to Sephiroth's room.

Just before she knocked her eyes skimmed across the plaque and she blinked. Hidetoshi... he had been in this room and now his name was gone too.

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Well that is the most short-lived smile. It drops away but not so far that he's scowling. In fact he even allows his gaze to be drawn over to the rest of the mess he's made of the Dormitory.

No purpose

That really does sting, more than anything else she could have said. He's clinging by a fine thread onto his purpose, when almost his whole World has been stripped away. Sephiroth tries, out of respect for Nesir, not to let this eat at his lacking patience with the girl.

"Quite the contrary. I had all the purpose I need-" He stops, so easily using the past tense. Then the scowl creeps over his face, aimed at the floor.

"-and I still have it, Nesir."

She raised her eyebrows. For a girl whose purpose had been set out before she was born, and was firmly routed in serving the dark gods, it seemed strange to her that he could have purpose without serving, a purpose.

"What do your purpose be being then?"

To make it even worse, as far as Sephiroth's existence in the Tower of Animus went, there was very little left of the purpose he had worked painlessly toward back home within the Lifestream.

Nesir's question put the cap on an already inflamed concern. Without the research to put his efforts into, without the Evil Alliance and it's universal goal to overthrow the Administration and take the Tower for Ganondorf - just what was Sephiroth's goal here. It wasn't as if he could affect very much, trapped in his cage within his cage. Taking over the Tower seemed now like a fastly fading dream, and their clock kept ticking.

If his eyebrows could lower any further, they would have done so.

"I need-" He started, stopped first to get his thoughts in order. To mask some of the gravity behind his next words. "-I need to get out of here.

"My ultimate purpose is to take my rightful place within the universe. I cannot do that as circumstances are currently."

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"Your rightful place?" She raised an eyebrow. At least getting out was a decent goal, but it was a goal of everyone and it wasn't really a purpose.

"And what do your rightful place be being?"

Sephiroth would insist that his goal was that much more different than everyone else's. It's refreshing as well to visit this topic with Nesir right now, rather than taking out his displeasure on the empty end of the dormitory in Hidetoshi's wake. It's not as if he wanted to get back to his Planet, as much as most other people seemed bent on.

"Out in the cosmos." He replied after a moment of quiet, Sephiroth had never been asked this question before, much less felt inclined to reply with anything revealing. If he were going to be able to rely on Nesir later, he knew he had to give just a little more of himself than he was used to sharing. "Traveling from Planet to Planet, until I find one suitable upon which to create my own World."

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"In the cosmos?" She looked at him not understanding at all, she understood the idea of multiple worlds, not so much planets. "You do be wanting to be making your own world?"

"Yes, eventually."

Though it was noted that Nesir might not be fully appreciative of even the carefully watered-down version of his Destiny. But there were people from all different realms here, and hardly any from his own.

"But many Planets aren't- suitable. Like this one, for example."

"What would be making a planet suitable?" She still didn't understand, how could he go to other planets, she only vaguely had a concept of other planets and perhaps from this place he could go to different worlds, but how could he wander between them seeking? How would that even work?

It was becoming increasingly obvious that Nesir didn't get it. There would be little point trying to explain it if she didn't understand but after the 'not being alone' things she had just said it could be damaging to an already shaky allegiance if he said so at this point.

It's not as if Sephiroth were going to sit there and explain, in full, the way that it had all worked back in his own universe.

"It's life energy. The state of it's organisms in existence. A lot of things."

"So you do be finding a planet with the right energy and then you do be living there?" And taking over apparantly, though how he planned to do that was beyond her. Unless there were empty planets, then he could go and be alone and rule his kingdom of no one.

"Not quite."

There would be no room for him, physically, on such a utopia. But he would be there still, as a major drive behind the life of such a Planet. A God in all rights, as he was supposed to be. Not rotting in some forsaken Tower.

"Think of it as more, taking in what that Planet has to offer, and creating a new one. To whatever extent is needed."

"So you will be making a planet?" She's really confused, and frowns at him, "I do no be understanding."

Sephiroth shook his head as Nesir's expression became more and more confused. How could he expect someone, anyone, not from his World to understand? Much less Nesir who, he knew, had much more of a mundane, human life than him.

Training and following instructions. Such simplicity, and any reward one might get from it, was lost on Sephiroth.

"I would change the Planet I found, to perfect it." He wondered if he might compare himself to a God as she might understand it, but doesn't know enough to be able to make a suitable comparison. A moments pause later-

"It's understandable that you don't understand."

However he might sound at least a little disappointed, not to be able to bring Nesir to appreciate his power the way that she had Ganondorf's, Sephiroth supposed it would be better than mis-understanding.

Nesir frowned again "No place can be being perfect." She shook her head before sighing. Annoyed that she didn't understand.

No place can be being perfect.

Sephiroth's eyebrows inched a little closer together at the top of his nose as he processed the acolytes comment. How fitting. Yet how bizarre how she could hit it so close to the head of the problem. Every planet would have it's flaws, but this was his Destiny as given to him by his Mother so he had to proceed with it - even if he'd have to traverse to every Planet, across every dimension before he found his suitable utopia. It was the very least he could do for her memory.

It was even more important now, as he was the only remaining part of her and it wasn't even physical in biology any more.

Sephiroth's expression darkened a level as he came to the realization that Nesir was, most likely, correct.

"But that doesn't mean that no place can be made perfect."

"Yes it do be being." She told him raising an eyebrow. "No place can be being made perfect because no place can be being perfect and therefore it do be being an impossible aim."

She shook her head at him, "And everyone do be having a different idea of perfection. It do no be being an objective standard."

Sephiroth was silent for an awkward moment at Nesir's response. His eyes fell away and were drawn to his trunk at the end of his bed. Pondering. Considering.

More importantly, trying to reach a resolution within his own mind with regards to if Nesir was worth the further explanation. He'd only explained that thought that crossed his mind once, to one other, and he'd had to hurt her afterwards.

"Let me show you something. It may or may not help you to understand." Perhaps it was due-time that he gave a little bit more of himself to another. He would lend his trust to her, for the time being at least.

Sephiroth stepped away from the edge of his bed and walked around Nesir to get to his trunk. He crouched in front of it and opened the lid, a moment later he stood back up and extended his inert orb -around fist-sized as it was- of Black Materia towards Nesir for her to take.

"It's hardly the real thing but-" He shut the trunk with a foot, uncaring how it banged shut.

"Tell me. How did Magic work in your World?"

She nodded and stayed quiet as he went to his trunk, looking closely at the thing he brought out of him. A black, smooth rock, she held it in her hand. Some kind of object of power?

"You do be being born with it, but it do no be being usable until you do be being... about eleven or twelve. Then you can be using it but you do be having to be being taught or you can be killing yourself, or others."

She looked at the rock again, wondering how it was magic.

However that sounded similar to how a Cetra would have come in to their power in times long gone on his own World, it had the least relevance in the Tower of Animus. Sephiroth understood the concept well enough though and expressed such in a quick nod.

"Well, on My World, orbs similar to this one granted anyone who had the expertise the power to call forth magic from the Planet itself."

It sounded, if anything, easier than magic on Nesir's World.

"It's called Materia. And I was the only one who had the required strength of will to use this particular one."

"So they do be being objects of power." Nesir nodded, "They do be making you stronger?" She frowned at his final words. Materia, and it required strength of will to use. Perhaps that was why he looked down on her so much, because in his world you had to have strength to be able to use magic, therefore those who didn't were less strong mentally.

It could well be only one of the reasons why Sephiroth looked down on so many, but really it's more their general human conditions he was aloof from. That might be an explanation for another day, if he felt so inclined. One thing at a time if he was going to start putting something close-to trust in this small acolyte.

"Different types did different things. Some were specifically for magic as I imagine you are familiar with, conjuring fire, ice and all sorts of other elements to assist one in battle. Other types indeed increased physical prowess; strength, speed, constitution. Equipment came with slots to fit them in."

He stopped, for just a moment struck by a fragment of a memory. He had, after all, over the course of his life explained this to many a rookie. Times before times that had changed his path. It felt bitter sweet to revisit, and the fragment was a raw one. He'd even sounded like the General, as opposed to the Monster.

"I digress." Sephiroth nodded towards the black orb now in Nesir's hands. "The Materia that orb represents, summoned the Ultimate Destructive Magic."

He made no attempt to hide how his eyes shone proudly at the recollection.

"A giant Meteor from the cosmos. Which I would have used to take all of my Planet's energy for myself."

"Meteor?" Magic from the stars? She raised an eyebrow, "You would be stealing from the gods?" She had known he was arrogant but this? Ultimate destructive magic, it made her smile a bit, she knew a few people back in her world who would kill for such a thing, and the chaos that it created would be great.

But to take the power, to rob the dark god itself... Nesir wasn't sure what to think about that.

"No, Nesir. With this Materia-"

Sephiroth reached out and would take it from her hands firmly. There were no such belief systems, that he adhered to on his Planet. No God's to steal from. Only the Planet itself, the energy which had been due to his Mother over 2000 years before his time.

"-I could become one."

Nesir's eyes widened. Become a god. That was beyond arrogance, it was completely blasphemous. She stared at him open mouthed in shock. Become a god... she couldn't even comprehend that...

He thought she'd have been a little more...impressed. Nesir looked positively mortified.

"You've never thought to reach so high?"

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lets try and not make him sound like Ruana omg

sob

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