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towerofanimus2014-03-05 08:53 pm
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Log 029 | It'll all be over soon...
Characters: Sephiroth [OPEN]
Setting: Prompt 1: Dorm 2-06, Dormitory Hallways, Men's 2nd Floor Bathroom. Prompt 2: Floor 75. Both prompts can be set between 4-9th March, exception being his trunk check which is 5th March, am. Please date in the subject of replies.
Format: Prose, can switch if you'd like!
Summary: Prompt 1: Sephiroth adjusts to the re-shuffled sleeping arrangements. Prompt 2: Sephiroth practices one of the necessary skills for his escape attempt next week
Warnings: Usual Sephiroth warning; his short-temper can trigger violent reactions. Implied nudity in Prompt 1, will update this as needed.
Prompt 1 - Dorm 2-06, Dormitory Hallways, Men's 2nd Floor Bathroom
All in all, as far as the fact at he hadn't yet been put into a position where he'd had to retaliate too harshly toward his new room mates, Sephiroth was settling in to his new sleeping arrangements as well as could be expected. He didn't know, or trust, either Shinji or Suzaku and this fact alone kept him awake until well into the early hours of the mornings ever since he had been put with them, though generally he kept himself to himself as always. It would take a while, indeed, for them to replace Hidetoshi, with his eternal patience and quiet manner that had earned Sephiroth's respect. There were always the Dormitory hallways to patrol, if he got bored of re-reading his notes or a book, and longer excursions down into the Tower after dark - hunting monsters with which to exhaust himself into a state that would make slumber easier as well.
During the days since the shuffle, Sephiroth patrolled the Dormitory Hallways tirelessly, determined to commit to memory which room and floor everyone had been moved to - for his own security, considering some of the individuals who now slept just down the hall from him as well. It would be inconvenient indeed should they seek to get in his way, or murder him in his sleep or whatever-else attempt at heroism or humiliation that they might conceive - regardless if he hadn't given them reason to recently.
Though, he had yet to thoroughly check his trunk, that it contained all of the items that it had before the shuffle. There had been the odd quick glance through the obvious essentials when he had needed them, and so one morning was reserved -once all other room mates had left- for a more in-depth check. And so, in his grey training attire, Sephiroth knelt at the end of his bed by the trunk and opened it's lid to the fullest, and pulled each item out in turn - his leather clothing with it's armor to one side, the various other solid items to the other, retrieving his comb and placing that on the top of his bedsheets as he'd need it later. Once everything he expected was present and accounted for Sephiroth then systematically re-packed everything back into it's rightful place within his trunk and closed the lid again. He disliked that there wasn't any way to lock the same still, but he would just have to take it upon faith that neither Shinji nor Suzaku were much for pranks - that rooster had been disaster before. It's not like he'd have to put up with any of this for very much longer, not if his real-power continued to develop the way that it had been.
Inevitably, more people living on the same floor meant that Sephiroth could not enjoy the treasured hour or so that he enjoyed at least twice daily underneath one of the many shower heads of the men's bathroom with little to no chance of being disturbed. His routine would have to be adjusted for when those other male residents of the 2nd Floor Dorms were not around, or he would have to make them change their own. In the meantime there was nothing else but to tolerate the occasional walk-in; it's not like he, of all people, had anything to be embarrassed physically about anyway - much less have any other reason for modesty. The alternative would have him walking right back out of the bathroom if others were in there before him; he had plenty of other hours to fill where he might actually get some privacy.
Prompt 2 - Floor 75, Early Evenings
That Ganondorf wasn't here, nor did the events surrounding Ryoji's transformation into Nyx Avatar give any bearing whatsoever to Sephiroth's visiting to the top of the Tower within the Tower. It was a worthwhile exercise, fighting ones way to it's 20-floor apex and then again down to get back to the actual stairwell if his mood turned that way. To Sephiroth, not only was it a worthwhile test of his prowess but also there was something special about using real power against real monsters where such a pleasure had been denied to him for such a long time during his residency in the Tower. It also proved an ample way to get rid of his chipped collar unit for at least an hour, while he walked around in the floors below, confused as to whether Sephiroth himself had gone up or down a particular set of stairs.
But fighting monsters was not his reason for ascending the Tower on these evenings. Once the topmost floor was cleared of all monsters Sephiroth sat himself cross-legged in the middle. Well-practiced he turned his attention outward while at the same time the majority of his focus was turned inward; to focus at, and cultivate that pulsing power of his that had been growing exponentially within his core since the transition period for him had finished. It was something of a small blessing now, however embarrassing it had been, that he hadn't died in the Labyrinth, as he knows he would have had to start again. Sephiroth would never get an opportunity like this again.
He wrapped all of his will around that power he could feel and bid it patience. He would take his freedom from this cage, and soon. But for now, to that end, his method was being finalized. As Sephiroth slipped further into a heightened meditative trance of his own making, a blue glowing around his frame protected him from detection from any new monsters who wandered into his vicinity. In a few moments, this glow slowly began to bubble outwards, encasing him in a small shield of his will. Sephiroth knew that he was protected from attack at this point but reigned in this power a few moments later - it took a great deal of energy to keep that shield focused, and it wouldn't do to waste his energy on it, especially when it was not yet needed.
Just as well, as someone stepped out onto the topmost floor a moment later.
Setting: Prompt 1: Dorm 2-06, Dormitory Hallways, Men's 2nd Floor Bathroom. Prompt 2: Floor 75. Both prompts can be set between 4-9th March, exception being his trunk check which is 5th March, am. Please date in the subject of replies.
Format: Prose, can switch if you'd like!
Summary: Prompt 1: Sephiroth adjusts to the re-shuffled sleeping arrangements. Prompt 2: Sephiroth practices one of the necessary skills for his escape attempt next week
Warnings: Usual Sephiroth warning; his short-temper can trigger violent reactions. Implied nudity in Prompt 1, will update this as needed.
Prompt 1 - Dorm 2-06, Dormitory Hallways, Men's 2nd Floor Bathroom
All in all, as far as the fact at he hadn't yet been put into a position where he'd had to retaliate too harshly toward his new room mates, Sephiroth was settling in to his new sleeping arrangements as well as could be expected. He didn't know, or trust, either Shinji or Suzaku and this fact alone kept him awake until well into the early hours of the mornings ever since he had been put with them, though generally he kept himself to himself as always. It would take a while, indeed, for them to replace Hidetoshi, with his eternal patience and quiet manner that had earned Sephiroth's respect. There were always the Dormitory hallways to patrol, if he got bored of re-reading his notes or a book, and longer excursions down into the Tower after dark - hunting monsters with which to exhaust himself into a state that would make slumber easier as well.
During the days since the shuffle, Sephiroth patrolled the Dormitory Hallways tirelessly, determined to commit to memory which room and floor everyone had been moved to - for his own security, considering some of the individuals who now slept just down the hall from him as well. It would be inconvenient indeed should they seek to get in his way, or murder him in his sleep or whatever-else attempt at heroism or humiliation that they might conceive - regardless if he hadn't given them reason to recently.
Though, he had yet to thoroughly check his trunk, that it contained all of the items that it had before the shuffle. There had been the odd quick glance through the obvious essentials when he had needed them, and so one morning was reserved -once all other room mates had left- for a more in-depth check. And so, in his grey training attire, Sephiroth knelt at the end of his bed by the trunk and opened it's lid to the fullest, and pulled each item out in turn - his leather clothing with it's armor to one side, the various other solid items to the other, retrieving his comb and placing that on the top of his bedsheets as he'd need it later. Once everything he expected was present and accounted for Sephiroth then systematically re-packed everything back into it's rightful place within his trunk and closed the lid again. He disliked that there wasn't any way to lock the same still, but he would just have to take it upon faith that neither Shinji nor Suzaku were much for pranks - that rooster had been disaster before. It's not like he'd have to put up with any of this for very much longer, not if his real-power continued to develop the way that it had been.
Inevitably, more people living on the same floor meant that Sephiroth could not enjoy the treasured hour or so that he enjoyed at least twice daily underneath one of the many shower heads of the men's bathroom with little to no chance of being disturbed. His routine would have to be adjusted for when those other male residents of the 2nd Floor Dorms were not around, or he would have to make them change their own. In the meantime there was nothing else but to tolerate the occasional walk-in; it's not like he, of all people, had anything to be embarrassed physically about anyway - much less have any other reason for modesty. The alternative would have him walking right back out of the bathroom if others were in there before him; he had plenty of other hours to fill where he might actually get some privacy.
Prompt 2 - Floor 75, Early Evenings
That Ganondorf wasn't here, nor did the events surrounding Ryoji's transformation into Nyx Avatar give any bearing whatsoever to Sephiroth's visiting to the top of the Tower within the Tower. It was a worthwhile exercise, fighting ones way to it's 20-floor apex and then again down to get back to the actual stairwell if his mood turned that way. To Sephiroth, not only was it a worthwhile test of his prowess but also there was something special about using real power against real monsters where such a pleasure had been denied to him for such a long time during his residency in the Tower. It also proved an ample way to get rid of his chipped collar unit for at least an hour, while he walked around in the floors below, confused as to whether Sephiroth himself had gone up or down a particular set of stairs.
But fighting monsters was not his reason for ascending the Tower on these evenings. Once the topmost floor was cleared of all monsters Sephiroth sat himself cross-legged in the middle. Well-practiced he turned his attention outward while at the same time the majority of his focus was turned inward; to focus at, and cultivate that pulsing power of his that had been growing exponentially within his core since the transition period for him had finished. It was something of a small blessing now, however embarrassing it had been, that he hadn't died in the Labyrinth, as he knows he would have had to start again. Sephiroth would never get an opportunity like this again.
He wrapped all of his will around that power he could feel and bid it patience. He would take his freedom from this cage, and soon. But for now, to that end, his method was being finalized. As Sephiroth slipped further into a heightened meditative trance of his own making, a blue glowing around his frame protected him from detection from any new monsters who wandered into his vicinity. In a few moments, this glow slowly began to bubble outwards, encasing him in a small shield of his will. Sephiroth knew that he was protected from attack at this point but reigned in this power a few moments later - it took a great deal of energy to keep that shield focused, and it wouldn't do to waste his energy on it, especially when it was not yet needed.
Just as well, as someone stepped out onto the topmost floor a moment later.
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"What do you want, Richtofen?"
He at least turned his head minutely, over a shoulder in the Doctor's direction this time. Before carrying on with his shower.
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"The same thing that you came in here for," he said. "To shower. You know? That thing that the bathrooms are generally used for?"
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"I don't suppose you could get on with that -without the commentary?"
Whatever that first word had meant, the second one hadn't been appreciated. But that was exactly what Richtofen had wanted, to get a reaction, and so Sephiroth was trying very hard not to react as the Doctor probably expected he would.
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With so many of his usual targets off wandering their dead worlds somewhere, Richtofen was getting bored. No Jin or Gamzee to berate, no Ganondorf to angrily obsess over, no Lambdadelta to play with in the morgue... Sephiroth's presence was one of his few saving graces in this infernal Tower.
He removed his tie and set about undoing the buckles holding his weapon harnesses on. It really was a shame his gun wasn't waterproof, or else he'd shower with it in his hands. As it stood, he was unfortunately unarmed, paranoid as he was that someone might steal his weapons if they weren't either on his back, in his hands, or locked safely in his room.
"I know you must be lonely in here," he went on. "Look at you! So tense. Some friendly conversation will loosen you right up, ja?"
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He could hear though, very well in fact on account of the heightened senses he could control so thoroughly. It seemed that the Doctor had every intention of using the shower regardless if Sephiroth was there or not. He's not squeamish at all around what others' glamoured bods might look like without clothes on, even if he was trying to keep some modesty about himself.
"Lonely? Hmph, that's a new one." He commented idly as he continued with the next round of shampoo, the large bottles near to the wall just shy of his feet. He had to lean to reach the same but tried to make the movement as natural as if he wasn't being watched from behind.
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Glamoured or not, Richtofen could still appreciate other people's bodies. Sure, the actual personalities of the people he had to deal with were reprehensible and disgusting, but that held true for... everyone everywhere, really. He didn't know if he'd be able to stay sane(-ish) if the glamour was down all the time, and he had to look at multicolored, dull wireframe people for his entire stay in the Tower.
All that to say that he was definitely staring at Sephiroth, completely unabashed.
"Is that shampoo, by the way?" he asked, while he set his harness off to the side and set about unbuttoning his jacket. "I feel so sorry for you. You must go through at least one whole bottle every time you shower."
Seriously, how does one person's hair even get that long? Richtofen will never stop marveling at it.
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The water continued to stream itself down onto the other side of him that was turned then closer to the shower head as he curled his nose in response to the comment.
"Our glorious Administration provided it to me a few cycles ago. Beforehand, it was a lot harder to keep-" He lightly cocked his head closer to the tiles and used the movement to draw all of his hair across forward over a shoulder before starting at the ends of the mass of silver locks and quickly working a lather up that he could spread upwards towards it's roots.
Sephiroth had dropped his gaze from Richtofen, to the task he had now started, completely unashamed if the man were still watching him. Yet continued with his remark.
"-whatever Glamour it's made out of, it seems to last me. Perhaps after going so long without I'm simply making it stretch, while it's available."