towerofanimus | Taking the long road home

Taking the long road home

Characters: Anyone. Everyone.
Setting: The few days after the event, throughout the Tower as you will.
Format: Mingle! Assign your own dates/locations/etc, tag yourself, do as you do.
Summary: Jason's dead. So are a lot of other people. Fallout and picking up the pieces.
Warnings: Discussion of death and cannibalism inevitable.

[Catch-all for events following the Event. Discuss Jason's death and its consequences, come back from the dead, party?, quiver in fear?, take a long, hot bath. Whatever it is you do, do it here.]

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This was one of the reasons Sephiroth kept on going, despite all of it. Despite all of the times he had been brought to his knees and had nearly shattered what was left of his sanity over one thing or another that the Tower had done to him.

"Betting...with...Richtofen..." Sephiroth repeated slowly, putting emphasis on each word as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

As clearly, Richtofen was the worst example for Nesir to be allowed to be following. He had a very special part of his overall detest of this place, reserved for that lunatic. But somewhere after the end of his comment, Sephiroth's thoughts turned to something far more important.

"You...saw all of that?"

His expression was the epitome of disgust. If Nesir and Richtofen had seen all of it, not only his embarrassing condition but also his failure to compete, might as well have been pasted over the walls of the entire Tower.

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She nodded and smirked at his face, wishing Ocelot was here so she could see it. Just as Nesir had said, they had cheered him on and all he could do was scowl at them.

She nodded again, she had thought he had known, "It did be being on all the network monitors, nothing else did be working on them, just that."

It would have been completely different if he hadn't been in such a complete failure of a state. In the end he'd not been able to get away but for resting the majority of his weight against the wall. And all the while dressed in those modest but hardly flattering hospital gowns.

If he'd managed to finish Jason, he'd have been proud of the show he'd put on. But he didn't, couldn't even raise his head much to look the Admin in the eye. It did his ego no good whatsoever.

Nesir's smirk just intensified Sephiroth's scowl. He rolled his shoulders back slowly, trying to work out a growing knot of tension forming between them.

"As if my day couldn't get any better."

There was a very special level of sarcasm in his tone.

Her smirk grew, "Did you no be thinking Ruana would be showing that to everyone?" She raised an eyebrow. She shook her head, he should have thought about that. "It did be being shown from the beginning, that was how the others did be knowing they did be needing to be going to be rescuing people."

It was the first instance he's heard of Ruana broadcasting any of her games for the entertainment of the rest of the residency of the Tower. It served only to rub sulfuric acid into an already blistering pride.

"Is that right?" The fact that it had led to his own inevitable rescue seemed to escape him. He wondered if Ruana had broadcast that part too.

It would be the cherry on his cake of self-loathing right now.

Well she had broadcasted Dax's death and it was now obvious that Jason's death had been the purpose of the entire activity.

"Do no be feeling too bad. You did be doing better than some people."

Sephiroth took the dressings off the table and started to scrunch them all together as one pile of dirty bandages, which he then launched across the table some. He really didn't need to be thinking any more about his predicament in there. It was bad enough that, yet again his sense of ego had been taken to sandpaper.

"Oh, like who?"

As really, what advantage was he given in that game? If anything, one might think Ruana didn't want him to win.

"Like the people who do be being dead." She grinned at him, "And those who did no be being able to even be striking a blow."

He really didn't care about those who had died, whether they had landed a blow on Jason or not. If it hadn't been for that group of four-prey, Sephiroth could have finished and won that hunt before it had even come to Jason being introduced.

He wondered, in silence for a moment how events may have played out if the prey had just lain down and accepted death- then shook his head to dismiss the thought and looked back again to Nesir over a shoulder. There was little point to dither in what-ifs.

"I really could care less about them, if they weren't strong enough they didn't deserve to win."

Nesir smirked at him, "Exactly, so you can be stopping sulking now." She looked around at the others in the hidden floor, in various states of injury and shock. She wondered how things would change now that Jason was gone, if they would change at all.

Skulking. Ouch Nesir.

Sephiroth certainly didn't see himself as sulking. It was a spiked affront to his coveted sense of self control that Ruana had so forced such a motivation onto him. Clearly it had been on purpose and that turned the knife stabbed in his pride.

He continued to watch Nesir's face as she looked around at the others who might still be on this floor. All the chipped worker and retrieval units mingling around for some purpose, and Aria not that far away either. They do seem to be doing all they can to put him on their side, whether he wanted to be or not. Else why else all this hospitality. Sephiroth sneered at his chipped companion momentarily, blank as he was, who was never far away from him on this floor.

"So, what did you bet on, exactly?"

Nesir followed his gaze, staring at his chipped unit. She had one as well, who she usually ignored completely. Pretending it wasn't there.

"That you would be winning, and that you would be killing at least two people." She told him shaking her head disappointed.

Pretending it wasn't there never was good enough for Sephiroth who frequently went out of his way to lose the supervision. He didn't need any of them, Admin or enabled-Unit alike, to know of his particular state of being. Moreso now than ever. If it hadn't been for the fact that he was unsteady still on his feet, Sephiroth wouldn't be here.

She wasn't the only one disappointed, that much was obvious by his tone.

"It could have been so easy. I found the four of them, at one point. It could have been-"

He then shook his head, dismissing the thought. It didn't matter he hadn't been fighting for a real reward after all. Never mind he'd not been in any position to be half of the killer that he would have needed to be. Regurgitating his wounded ego wasn't going to assist him in getting over this - Sephiroth's outrage was still scalding.

"-It turned into a game of survival, rather than one of hunting."

Nesir smirked at him, "Could have beens do no be being did be's and they do be getting you nothing." She told him and then paused at his final words.

"So in a way you did be winning, you did be surviving, do you think I can be convincing Richtofen that I did be winning that one.

She would rather only owe the doctor one favour and have him owe her in return.

Sephiroth delivered a look that screamed 'I'm well aware of that, don't patronize me.' but Nesir would probably ignore it.

He pushed against the table and got himself to his feet. His balance careened forwards but he drove heels into the floor to counter it, only the slightest sway in his height perceivable - his jaw steeled against the hot straining sensation far up and behind his hair.

After a moment of making sure he wasn't going to fall clumsily back into his seat he turned towards Nesir, rather than looking over a shoulder like he would usually.

"He's hardly the sharpest tool in the box, for what it's worth."

It wasn't quite permission being granted for Nesir to try to settle her debt with Richtofen by using that, but he does hate the Doctor and it's a fair statement. However he disliked the idea of Nesir being involved with him.

Nesir watched him, half expecting him to fall. Wondering if she would annoy him more by letting him or catching him. But he didn't fall and she just smirked. "So it do be being worth a try."

If Sephiroth was prepared to be honest with himself, he half-expected himself to fall as well. He was very glad that he didn't, as if his reputation in front of Nesir could be any more destroyed.

"Is anything worth betting with Richtofen?"

"He do be being interesting." She smirked at him, "Nothing do no never be boring when he do be being around, betting with him do be being fun."

Sephiroth sneered with just the same exact intensity as Nesir smirked. He had never liked that Doctor, his dislike for scientists aside - since it wasn't justified any more. That he had been a scientist himself as well for a time only so perhaps this only added to the intense distaste for that man.

"He's not boring." He eventually agreed. "But he is however, entirely predictable and obnoxious to boot"

"You do be being obnoxious too, and it do no be stopping me liking you." She smirked harder, after checking she was out of striking range.

His glare clearly communicated it was good that she made sure she was out of range. Not that striking Nesir was going to do his neck any good, after all.

But-

"There is a reason that Ganondorf didn't trust him either."

Nesir's smirk turned into a glare, angry that he would use Ganondorf against her, like he could control her just by invoking his name when Ganondorf had never controlled who she had spoken to or hung around with.

"I did no be saying anything about trusting him."

Sephiroth would use any and all means available to exert his control over anyone and this definitely included Nesir. It was satisfying to see her glaring back in an instant rather than that smirk that had annoyed him.

"But you have to trust, otherwise how could you bet with him."

"It do be being called risk." She told him with a sneer, "I do no be trusting him, that do be being the point. Otherwise it would no be being fun."

Sephiroth just shook his head again, before stretching his back out taller with something of a sneer of his own. He idly rubbed at the back of his neck afterwards while part of him wondered why Nesir were still here.

"So did you come to tell me specifically what you bet him against or was there another reason?"

Taking the long road home

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