Log 030 | Tower of Jenova Phase #1

[neverbeamemory]

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.

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[culbutiri]

She already knew there were others like this, she had seen them but had not been bothered enough to go and talk to them, and apparently they had felt the same because they had ignored her too.

"Maybe a week, I have no been keeping track." She didn't look at him, past a quick glance to confirm that he had been spared this particular torture.

[neverbeamemory]

A quick glance was all he needed invitation wise to approach her.

Sephiroth strode across the room, gaging carefully how each step might affect Nesir's condition. There have been some -interesting- side effects to some of the others being near to him. Almost all of them had ended in moodswings so violent that he could even feel in those with lesser-level of an infection than Nesir was exhibiting.

He stopped, at the end of her bed and tilted his head to one side whilst he looked over her.

"You just need to hold on, for a little longer." Sephiroth's voice was fairly distant, rather than tone that would come from genuine concern. Almost as if he was instructing her rather than expressing even a might of sympathy.

[culbutiri]

The closer he got the worse the feeling of just wanting to give up got, she burrowed further under the covers and even her glare had lost it's usual intensity.

"That do be being easy for you to be saying."

[neverbeamemory]

There wasn't any way that Sephiroth could tell the particular effect his proximity was having on Nesir but from the curling around into her covers more he might hazard a guess that it wasn't helping. He wondered briefly if he tried, if he might be able to lessen the symptoms for a while.

But he wasn't about to risk his influence to be stripped from the Tower. At any cost.

"You're just going to have to trust me." He remained at the foot of her bed.

[culbutiri]

She looked up through her hair, "Be trusting you?" He glare turned into curiosity, though even that was muted. "What do you be knowing?"

[neverbeamemory]

Sephiroth kept a careful gaze on Nesir's face with his head slightly still canted to one side. Then blinked and looked away over the rest of her Dormitory as if to verify that no one else was in here.

"I know that this won't last forever, at least."

It was an open-ended piece of information that Sephiroth wasn't sure he wanted to reveal, though perhaps Nesir could still think past the symptoms enough to pick out what he might mean.

[culbutiri]

"Nothing do be lasting forever." She muttered, not here anyways. It only ever lasted as long as whoever's turn it was to torture them.

She half glared up at him again, "I did be asking you, what do you be knowing?"

[neverbeamemory]

A beat later and Sephiroth allowed a fragment of his pride to show in something close to a genuine smile. How right Nesir was in that first statement, and soon his containment would be over.

"I know that I'll be leaving soon. I have found a way."

[culbutiri]

"You did be finding..." She trailed off mid sentence, staring at the ceiling for a moment putting the information together, she should be angrier. But she cannot blame him for trying to leave and she can never condemn spreading chaos of any kind.

"This do be being your doing?"

[neverbeamemory]

"It's an unforeseen consequence, to be true." He nodded to confirm her question, there was no need to confirm it vocally.

Pleased as he was to be able to see the physical ramifications of his influence on people physically it might well have been even cleaner had no symptoms been manifest at all. Though his instinct still remembered last time it had to spread out like it had and so projected them through the Glamour as if they would have been real cells.

It only served him to understand more, how desperate he was for his own form.

"All of you are going to help me, and then I'll be free."

[culbutiri]

"Unforseen." She stared at a spot on her duvet and shook her head. She had a feeling she should be angry but she couldn't summon that much emotion.

"And how will we be doing that?"

[neverbeamemory]

"Life energy."

He stated, as if it were an obvious answer. Sephiroth considered moving closer to the side of the bed where Nesir was curled up to see what reaction there might be for him but he refrained for the time being and remained at the end of her bed.

"You're all supplying me with the means, and my power will do the rest."

[culbutiri]

The only reaction was a blink, a slightly resigned sigh. Life energy, she knew that life energy could turn into power and it could be taken from you. It happened on her world, but usually to a very small degree.

"So you will be taking our lives and be being free?" She nodded tiredly.

[neverbeamemory]

"Not permanently. Only the discharge from when a life is expired."

He neglected to inform Nesir of the trickle of energy that was already seeping over from her in his direction. Or the way that his tendril-like influence bound itself tightly around the Dormitory levels of the Tower, leeching from the Tower itself as well.

Sephiroth then chanced to take those steps closer to the edge of the bed where Nesir was. Judging by her state just within the last few minutes he resolved that he couldn't do much more damage than what was already being done, the ending was inevitable regardless.

"This might well be the last time that you see me."

[culbutiri]

She nodded, understanding. The life force that would leave a person when they died, if it could be harnessed, as it seemed like Sephiroth thought he knew how to, then many people dying all at once could be enough for him to escape.

"I do no be knowing whether to be congratulating you or cursing you." She muttered.

[neverbeamemory]

It would be only the leverage he needed to break his cage. He came to a stop less than a foot away from Nesir.

"That will be my influence within you." He offered a slightly less proud grin down at her. As close to concern as she was going to get from him. "It heightens negativity in my Host's-"

Sephiroth paused to frown, still unclear a little in his own mind why he was explaining this all to Nesir. Part of his logic told him that he didn't have anyone else to tell, and that he couldn't just leave without leaving a small part of his legacy behind.

[culbutiri]

"Oh." Well that explained why she couldn't muster the energy to do anything. She nodded and raised her eyes to meet his. "When will you be going?" When would this be over?

[neverbeamemory]

Finally, she looked at him, this was progress as far as he was concerned. At the very least, for what might be their last conversation.

"As soon as I'm ready. I need to hold on as long as possible in case there is any chance of failure. I need to absolutely break this cage."

He blinked and looked more around Nesir's face, or what he could see of it. There was a moment of conflict in his thoughts then but he dismissed it. As useful and resourceful as Nesir had been, it was drawing close to the time where Sephiroth would have to grasp what was rightfully his, for himself.

Perhaps, eventually he might find her in the life-energy of this Planet and preserve what he could as a reward. But no, he shouldn't hold onto such notions.

"You'll be the only one who knows. I have told no one else."

[culbutiri]

Needed to be sure, Nesir nodded. He had to be sure because this would be his only chance. He had gotten this far but if he failed then she was sure that Ruana would make it impossible for him to try again. She would not want anyone escaping her cage.

"I will no be telling anyone... you do no be needing to be worrying about that..."

[neverbeamemory]

There was no one that was more aware of this fact than Sephiroth was, and for Ruana to ingest and take on that particular power of his would be the most final knife in the back. She wasn't worthy, by any means, of a fraction of his Mother's power and Sephiroth wasn't about to offer her the opportunity to take it from him.

No, he'd be breaking clean away and taking all of himself away from this place. He wouldn't even let the door hit him on the way out.

"It's appreciated. We both can only imagine how this could be meddled with by those light-addled fools we have here."

[culbutiri]

"They would no be understanding." She agreed, they would meddle and stop him and then everything would be for nothing. Even more than it already was.

[neverbeamemory]

He reduced the intensity of his smile into more of a light curl to his mouth; at least Nesir hadn't lost all sense with his taint coursing through her soul. It was, however early days yet.

"Afterwards though," He snorted a half-chuckle. "Well it would be too late then."

[culbutiri]

"When it do be being over..." She paused for breath. "Do you be wanting them to be knowing it did be being you?"

[neverbeamemory]

Part of him wanted to get it all over with now, Nesir was perhaps the only one who didn't deserve the anguish his will over the Tower would deliver. But the thought of the rest of them and how they all did deserve to suffer kept Sephiroth's resolve in that regard, solid as rock. No, he wanted it to continue to thrive, he needed it to continue to siphon the energy he was going to need.

"By all means, tell all of them. Tell whomever might ask after me. I'll be watching still with an eager eye to oversee the fall of this place."

[culbutiri]

"Well then I will be, they will be remembering you." Because surely a person who managed to escape this place when no one else ever had. And to cause this much chaos doing it.

Well it deserved respect in Nesir's book and she would make sure he got it. "Well... I will be making sure you do be liking what you do be seeing."