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towerofanimus2014-03-10 08:14 pm
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Log 030 | Tower of Jenova Phase #1
Characters: [OPEN TO ALL] Sephiroth via Tower of Jenova Phase #1
Setting: 10-22nd March, Starting in the Dormitory Levels, spreading around the Tower via those Infected
Format: Prose and/or Action, Mingle-style. Please put date and/or relevant locations in the subjects!
Summary: Sephiroth releases his will and manages to envelop the Dormitory Levels of the Tower, Side effects commence shortly after in certain individuals. Meanwhile, he begins to siphon energy into his very core. Feel free to use this post for plotting.
Warnings: Sickness, mutations, copious amounts of Geostigmatic black goop and generally bad feels including but not limited to homicide, suicide, hallucinations. Eventually.
It was now or never.
The Tower had ripped his soul, the very core of his being from it's rightful place and bound it indefinitely in wire frames and nano film. Since he had awoken here all those cycles ago, the proverbial dagger had been stabbed, twisted and turned in defiance of his self-control, in spite of his indomitable will, again and again. This was not his Destiny; to be played with as such a literal child's-toy with no regard whatsoever for his divine birthright. He had worked tirelessly since then, one way or another, to gain for himself the means by which he could flip this game in his favor. The boycott, the fluid research, the countless infiltration attempts and new vessels he had gone through - all culminated to this point.
His real powers were unlocked, and with them the game changing realization that whatever he could put his mind to in this new Realm wouldn't be as simple as all that. In the absence of even an atom of his particular, real genetic makeup Sephiroth discovered quickly that he could only ever cultivate his power -his will- to a certain point before, by the constraints of the Tower it would not go any further.
And so it had turned full circle, right back to the sore fact that there had only ever been one, real resolution.
Sephiroth needed out.
It was sometime late afternoon on 10th March, when Sephiroth decided to settle in his Dormitory to make that final, brutal push against his cage. Within only a few moments of well-practiced, meditative charged silence sat atop his bed Sephiroth's consciousness was released further into his core than he had ever let it sink before. His will only had one intent; to wrap around all of his power at once and expand it outwards away from him in one almighty push. There were a few attempts that rippled through the very fabric of his core as he teased more of this force against the barriers that had kept it contained for so long.
A sharp breath was taken and Sephiroth threw all of his consciousness into exuding itself through the bars, all in one go. His large black wing burst itself violently out of his right shoulder, but it didn't stop there. At it's fullest extension the black monstrosity shimmered before collapsing it's form smoothly into thick, inky black, shadowy tendrils which sped out from Sephiroth's form in every direction. They quickly wrapped themselves around everything in Sephiroth's direct vicinity and then -as he opened livid, glowing eyes to the room- sped away from him. Enveloping doorways, hallways, rooms and stairwells like a vast tidal wave of black ink.
The Dormitory levels were enveloped with this blackness within a matter of minutes and then quickly faded up, into the very fabric of the Tower. A held breath was broken as Sephiroth swooned heavily with his own energy release, a severe backlash of lethargy would see him disoriented for a while at least.
But it was worth it, he could feel it. This extension of himself around these floors of the Tower.
It pulsed with promise.
Setting: 10-22nd March, Starting in the Dormitory Levels, spreading around the Tower via those Infected
Format: Prose and/or Action, Mingle-style. Please put date and/or relevant locations in the subjects!
Summary: Sephiroth releases his will and manages to envelop the Dormitory Levels of the Tower, Side effects commence shortly after in certain individuals. Meanwhile, he begins to siphon energy into his very core. Feel free to use this post for plotting.
Warnings: Sickness, mutations, copious amounts of Geostigmatic black goop and generally bad feels including but not limited to homicide, suicide, hallucinations. Eventually.
It was now or never.
The Tower had ripped his soul, the very core of his being from it's rightful place and bound it indefinitely in wire frames and nano film. Since he had awoken here all those cycles ago, the proverbial dagger had been stabbed, twisted and turned in defiance of his self-control, in spite of his indomitable will, again and again. This was not his Destiny; to be played with as such a literal child's-toy with no regard whatsoever for his divine birthright. He had worked tirelessly since then, one way or another, to gain for himself the means by which he could flip this game in his favor. The boycott, the fluid research, the countless infiltration attempts and new vessels he had gone through - all culminated to this point.
His real powers were unlocked, and with them the game changing realization that whatever he could put his mind to in this new Realm wouldn't be as simple as all that. In the absence of even an atom of his particular, real genetic makeup Sephiroth discovered quickly that he could only ever cultivate his power -his will- to a certain point before, by the constraints of the Tower it would not go any further.
And so it had turned full circle, right back to the sore fact that there had only ever been one, real resolution.
Sephiroth needed out.
It was sometime late afternoon on 10th March, when Sephiroth decided to settle in his Dormitory to make that final, brutal push against his cage. Within only a few moments of well-practiced, meditative charged silence sat atop his bed Sephiroth's consciousness was released further into his core than he had ever let it sink before. His will only had one intent; to wrap around all of his power at once and expand it outwards away from him in one almighty push. There were a few attempts that rippled through the very fabric of his core as he teased more of this force against the barriers that had kept it contained for so long.
A sharp breath was taken and Sephiroth threw all of his consciousness into exuding itself through the bars, all in one go. His large black wing burst itself violently out of his right shoulder, but it didn't stop there. At it's fullest extension the black monstrosity shimmered before collapsing it's form smoothly into thick, inky black, shadowy tendrils which sped out from Sephiroth's form in every direction. They quickly wrapped themselves around everything in Sephiroth's direct vicinity and then -as he opened livid, glowing eyes to the room- sped away from him. Enveloping doorways, hallways, rooms and stairwells like a vast tidal wave of black ink.
The Dormitory levels were enveloped with this blackness within a matter of minutes and then quickly faded up, into the very fabric of the Tower. A held breath was broken as Sephiroth swooned heavily with his own energy release, a severe backlash of lethargy would see him disoriented for a while at least.
But it was worth it, he could feel it. This extension of himself around these floors of the Tower.
It pulsed with promise.
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[But she'll know anyway with how she checks up on me... Even still, he doesn't want to make her panic or anything.]
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[I'm fine, really. It's not that bad...]
I'm...
[Why does he even care?]
I'm... what does it even matter? If I'm that sick then I'll die and I'll just come back...
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I'm your friend, remember? I'd rather not see you die if I can help it.
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I don't... I don't know that you really know me... that you really understand me...
[A small part of his brain wonders if this is the start of that stereotypical teen angst.]
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[He has to wonder where this sudden burst of teenage angst came from.]
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Hormones, clearly.Ken looks up again, and even through his haze of exhaustion he seems a bit more focused. He's tense, like he's going to spring either at Lancer or away from him.]no subject
[Lancer also tenses up a little, since he doesn't know why Ken would be so tense.]
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[They're plotting something.]
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[He scratches his head.]
Well, I don't think the Kirijo group is here. And your family is. You trust your sister, don't you?
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[They shouldn't really trust each other, but yet...]
... yes.
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[He offers Ken his hand.]
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Let's go.
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So where does your sister usually spend her time?
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[And he hopes Ken won't fall on the stairs.]
I could carry you if you don't feel like taking the stairs.
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[He's a little quick with that response, even if he looks a bit woozy.]
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[He looks at the boy warily.]
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[Even if he feels like he's about to throw up and why is the floor suddenly jolting and -]
[He stumbles, putting a hand to his forehead.]
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Woah there. You sure you can walk?
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