towerofanimus | Log 029 | It'll all be over soon...

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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.

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Brunwulf had needed a bath ever since he had been pulled into the chaos and horror of the Tower. A stream or lake would have done him just fine but today he decided to test out one of the "shower" rooms. He had heard other residents speak of the bathroom as if it were some kind of heated water that spilled from the ceiling. Odd. Yet, the Nord was not afraid to try new things out. He would not show fear in anyone's eyes.

He walked into the bathroom and stripped himself of his steel armour and laid it to the ground. He had nothing to hide and actually enjoyed showing off his muscled physique, as a warrior and a Nord. Being nude was something natural to Nords in Skyrim. He wandered over to the cubicles and noticed someone already occupying a space. A man with extremely long, silver hair and skin so pale it daunted him. He almost looked like an elf or a very tall she-elf. He knew who it was immediately. The man he had sparred with not a few weeks back.

"I hope you do not mind me washing here with you, Sephiroth. Tis the first time I have actually used one of these "showers."

Edited 2014-03-06 08:06 (UTC)

If the steam that hung in the air was any indication, Sephiroth had been there in his cubicle for a while. His long silver hair was saturated and clinging almost like a second threadlike skin to his back all the way nearly to the back of his knees; but at least with his back to Brunwulf it preserved some illusion of privacy. He was on his second wash of the same, the large bottles of shampoo and conditioner on the floor near to his feet forgotten for now as he enjoyed the barrage of hot water hitting his face over and over as he turned his head up towards the shower head. A pair of grey jogging pants hung over the top edge of the next stall down - so that they wouldn't get wet.

Naturally he knew he wasn't alone as soon as Brunwulf stepped into the area of the bathroom with the cubicles; being one for permanently keeping his senses that fraction sharper than 'standard' human level. Not to mention as well his extra-sensory perception that he kept on like a prized token.

At least he didn't have to pause and look at the other man as he neared a cubicle nearby; there are very few in the Tower that sound any where near the gruff tones of Brunwulf's voice. In fact, most men were really closer to boys still. It was that maturity that translated to Sephiroth being able to settle more easily into the idea of the Nord invading what used-to-be his own private time alone in the showers.

That didn't stop the slightest curl of his nose up at the wall he was facing though.

"By all means. It's not like it's overcrowded in here today."

The room change hadn't effected Richtofen personally. He didn't even realize it had happened until he walked out into the hallway to see new faces milling about. For the most part, he thought it was awful. More people on floor 2 meant more people to potentially get in his way, which would tempt him to use his precious ammunition on them.

But sometimes, little things happened that made the bad stuff worthwhile. Yes, even though the few remaining administrators were mostly awful and ugly and stupid, sometimes they came through. Richtofen mused about that as he stood by the entrance of the bathroom, casting an appreciative look at that distinctive hair of Sephiroth's.

"Oh my, this is a surprise," he said. He had to raise his voice a little to be heard over the sound of the showers, but that was fine. "When did you get here? Did you come to surprise me, Schönling?"

Of all the voices to have to hear over the sound of the rushing water of the shower stall he occupied. A very particular knot in Sephiroth's stomach curled around as those German tones rung out in his direction. Sephiroth paused and turned mostly his head towards their owner, molten silver gathered mostly down the middle of his back between shoulder blades, though very carefully he kept the front of himself facing more of the wall and the corner of his stall than in any way toward the doctor.

He had, of course, already realized that Richtofen now was in residence on the same floor as him but surely the doctor had more sense than to follow him into a bathroom. Though it could be just coincidence, Sephiroth no longer believed much in it.

"Don't flatter yourself." He snapped over before turning back towards the showering, drawing his hair over a shoulder in preparation to start washing it. "I've been here for a while already."

Like, going on half an hour at this point, stood under a shower head.

The Nord just nodded and offered a grunt as a form of quick acknowledgement. He stepped inside the cubicle close to where Sephiroth was washing himself. The man did look awfully elvish with his long hair and feminine looks. Yet, Brunwulf was not about to fool himself with the man's appearance. He had seen him use his fists with strength and speed within their last brawl together. This was no she-elf, but a very skilled man with lightning fast reflexes. The Nord had strength and this man had speed.

Perhaps, this is why they both complimented each other so. Opposites attract. Brunwulf set about scrubbing days worth of dirt from his hardened body. He had last bathed within a lake on Floor Thirty Two, yet this warm shower offered a warm respite. He enjoyed the soap breaking off the mud and filth from his hot skin.

"Do you often bathe within this room, Sephiroth?"

There was a very slight earthy odor from the Nord, which Sephiroth could sense easily with his heightened smell but however he found it repulsive the tall silver haired man kept it to himself even as the other man started to wash and it became more pronounced as the dirt was being scrubbed clean. If it had been anyone else he might have made some comment with regards to the others hygiene but Brunwulf was at least worth marginally more than others in Sephiroth's opinion.

Most others would have taken advantage of a duel on a powerless floor, where he could not be at his most invincible; Brunwulf had not. Sephiroth respected that, for similar reasons that he respected Lancelot even as duels with his room mate were of a much more violent nature - more of a no holds barred fight.

Even so, there was something uncomfortable to him about the sound of anothers voice bouncing off all the tiles and behind the now-doubled sound of running showers. The steam was quickly multiplying as well in the shower room.

"I do. At least twice a day." He commented coolly, being a normal part of his daily regime even if the times are somewhat up in the air since the change-around. "There are other places to wash but- it's generally safer in these bathrooms"

Ignoring, for now that one time that a phantom had come out of the showerhead at him. All the fun and games thanks to Ruana.

"Oh, so coy!" Richtofen crooned. He clapped his hands together. He was smiling a sickly-sweet smile, and though Sephiroth's back was turned, his tone dripped with that smug self-satisfaction. "There is a word for what you are. Ice queen? No, that is two words, silly me..."

First pretty boy, now queen. Richtofen really was cruising for a bruising. Something about seeing an attractive, easily-angered dude showering just got his blood pumping. It was always so fun to make those types lose their cool.

Except said easily-angered dude simply wasn't in the mood to be losing his cool. Richtofen would have to try a lot harder if he were going to be getting a rise out of Sephiroth's well-practiced self-anger-management, so easily.

"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.

"Twice a day?" Brunwulf raised an eyebrow at the other man. Why did he feel the need to bathe twice a day? The Nord barely got a bathe twice a week, let alone days. Perhaps, this was to keep up the clean image the general wore. His long, silky hair and porcelain skin. The Nord could see how the man managed to achieve such a pristine complexion.

"Nay, we Nords do not need to bathe so much, as a warrior bathes himself in the blood of his enemies." He let out a loud, deep laugh and continued to wash himself.

Sephiroth wasn't even looking at the Nord but there really was no need to. Indeed, Sephiroth took great pride in his appearance even if it were nothing but Glamour. He would surely lose even more of himself if he did not.

The silver haired adonis continued to wash himself, as if Brunwulf were not even there despite the hearty laugh. Sephiroth found it almost too over-dramatic. After a few moments of silence between them Sephiroth drew all of his hair forwards over one shoulder and turned his faucet off finally.

"I'd rather not, however I might enjoy tainting the air with their blood."

He cast only one glance over at the other man.

Richtofen rolled his shoulders in a shrug and took a few steps forward. He reached up with one hand to loosen his (fading, slightly frayed) tie.

"The same thing that you came in here for," he said. "To shower. You know? That thing that the bathrooms are generally used for?"

Richtofen can't see but Sephiroth sneered into the tiled wall in front of him. He didn't need to see, even out of the corner of his eye, Richtofen coming anywhere near him and loosening his tie.

"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.

"I could," Richtofen said. "But where would the fun in that be?"

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?"

Sephiroth pretended for the first part that he couldn't hear Richtofen over the noise of streaming water hitting his skin and the walls of the cubicle. No, answering that would be playing right into Richtofen's hand, the man always did have quite the knack of rubbing him up the wrong way.

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.

Richtofen's voice ascended to a high-pitched sing-song. "I am not hearing you deny it~"

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.

As if to back up Richtofen's unabashed staring, Sephiroth paused after squeezing an ample amount of shampoo into the cup of a large hand and setting the bottle back down near his feet. The intensity he was feeling eyes on him was getting distracting to say the least and he turned from the waist up to peer at the Doctor over a curtain of molten silver as it clung to the tops of his shoulders, cascaded down his back all the way, how it provided something of a cloak to hide the majority of his backside from view as well.

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."

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