towerofanimus | She wasn't evading you

Entry tags:

She wasn't evading you

Characters: Nesir and Sephiroth
Setting: Sephiroth's room
Format: any
Summary: Sephiroth sent Nesir a Note so Nesir answers it.
Warnings:

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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?"

"No..." She shook her head, still shocked and unable to comprehend what he just said.

"I would no be thinking it would ever be possible."

Sephiroth wondered how long she was going to remain looking shocked like that. He didn't appreciate at all the gravity of the information he'd shared with her- it was simply a recount of what he had done on his own Planet.

"I wouldn't have either, before I learned of it. It changed everything."

He took a breath and moved again to put the black orb back in his trunk, keeping a very close eye on Nesir in the meantime.

"So you see, that is how I could have made a place in my own perfection."

It did indeed explain how he could have his own planet the way he wanted it. He was not going to live within it, but rule over it. "You would be finding your own world to be being god of..."

She blinked, "And do that still be being your aim?"

"I don't see how my Destiny should change, simply as my origin World has been sucked dry of all life." He stated simply, with an accompanying shrug.

Then returned to the edge of his bed and sat down once more. He tried not to have the mess of what had been Hidetoshi's side of the room be given even more of a sweeping gaze, and so looked to Nesir once more now that he was set once more at closer to her eye level.

"Once I find a way to get out of this cage, of course."

Nesir shrugged, she had wondered if perhaps he had taken on different ideas now that he was here, surrounded by different people. But she guessed someone as arrogant as Sephiroth would not.

"Do you be having any ideas you can be sharing?"

The only other person who might have helped to refine different ways that he could gain control over such things had been Ganondorf. And for all the credit given to his vast magical power, it was still only magical power. Bound inevitably to the World it came from, since all Worlds worked differently and reproduced by will of an individuals soul through Glamour or for real if it was unlocked. The late troll-kings goals had been for an entirely too secular domination -that is- it had to do with dominion over things on a World rather than Sephiroth's scope which was much broader.

The Tower, should they have been able to wrest it from the Administration, would only have been a platform. A beginning for him.

"Not that wouldn't confuse you further." He spoke plainly, careful to keep the fact that she was ignorant out of his voice. "Though- I can ask this, do you think that you have the will to survive?"

It didn't quite have the weight to the question, and it wasn't meant as an insult at all. So he spoke again before she could answer.

"Outside of our frames, there is nothing else of you. Could you retain that sense of self, even if all sense, appearance and substance were taken away?"

She opened her mouth to tell him that of course she had the will to survive, she could survive anything.

But his next words made her pause, retain a sense of self? Nesir barely had a sense of self to begin with and as much as she would like to deny it she knew it to be true. She was a nameless soul pledged to the god of darkness.

She just glared at him and didn't answer.

"It's not such an easy question to answer, if you look beneath the surface of it."

Sephiroth continued where Nesir remained glaring at him in silence. Indeed, he imagined a lot of people would jump at him questioning their will to survive. But this was an altogether less physical sort of survival, too many think only within the box of their own preserved state in the Tower.

"I survived, near dissolved into a thriving sea of other souls. I kept it together enough to will for myself to influence the physical realm again. Yet this place keeps me contained."

Nesir frowned, dissolved into a sea of souls... "You do be wanting to be like that again? No contained on one planet or in a body?"

"Sometimes it is necessary to retreat into that place where all life comes from."

Even if, it's clear from the slight sneer which appeared at either side of his nose Sephiroth would prefer not to have to go through that again. It had been the hardest thing he had done, not to succumb for the second time to the Lifestream back on his World.

But this World, would be new to him-

Nesir frowned but nodded she understood that sometimes things were necessary even if they were not desirable.

"But you do no be wanting to be doing it again, right?"

"It's not a case of wanting to, more of a case of having to."

He met her frown with one of his own, it brought his eyebrows together at the top of his nose.

"I don't have much of a choice, not having a real body of my own."

"You do be having no faith in finding your real body?" She asked him wrinkling her nose.

"Everything on my own Planet is dead."

He dropped his gaze to the floor, surely she knew this as well as anyone but it still didn't hurt any less for him to say it out loud.

She nodded, "Everything everywhere do be being dead, but there do be being those who do be believing we could be finding or restoring our own bodies."

"I did hear that school of thought. It relies very much on the premise that one had a body that they were pulled from"

By which, of course, Sephiroth means that he did not. He kept his gaze on the floor for a beat before taking a breath to continue with.

"I had to give up the last remains of the last pssible physical form I might have had, shortly before I woke up here."

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject