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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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And how lovely she'd look then, a Sleeping Beauty among the field of petals, his blade embedded in her chest so the flowers could soak up her blood-
He stops those thoughts again, tries to resist the ecstasy that comes with them. He comes deeper onto the floor, reaching for her bruised hand with his own.
"Yukiko, I-I think you're sick. We're both sick... something's going on."
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She turns just a little, just enough to let the sunlight hit her face and highlight how different she looks. It's not just the strange bruising that makes her look different now; there are dark circles under her eyes that show how little she's let herself rest.
Yukiko almost jerks her hand back from Ryoji's so she can run deeper onto the floor, but she doesn't. Instead, she turns back towards him. Normally, she'd listen to reason, but there's something almost romantic about the idea of both of them falling prey to the poppies at the same time.
It doesn't help that she's not hearing him exactly right. The words 'something's going on' are followed by 'and it's all your fault' in her head.
"...I didn't make anyone sick...it can't be all my fault, right?"
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He gently takes her hand, tries not to imagine pulling her forward into his embrace, a loving embrace that holds her still as all manner of horrible things destroy her.
Her words are met with confusion.
"No... No, it's not your fault at all. Who told you it was your fault?"
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She doesn't pull her hand away from Ryoji's, but she does look confused and hurt.
"You did, just now, twice. 'We're both sick, and it's all your fault', you said. I - I never meant to hurt anyone, even if it is my fault..."
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Kill him, preferably. Burn him and stab the sword through his charred body, and... his hand clenches tighter around Yukiko's as he breathes slowly, trying to stay sane.
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She gives his hand a squeeze, finally doing what she should have before and turning towards the door. "You're right. We need to get out of here and stop this..."
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He hastens to drag Yukiko off of the floor, away from all of the danger, before the fog sets back into their minds and they turn against each other again.
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Once they're on the staircase, Yukiko pauses. "This hasn't been working, but I have to give it another shot, just to see if it's because I wasn't thinking clearly."
Out comes Konohana-Sakuya, as she casts Mediarahan on both of them. She's hopeful for a second, and it does make the bruises fade a little.
"That's the best I've managed. Whatever this is, my magic's not strong enough to make it go away." And you're a failure for it, comes the negative thought, but it's ignored for the moment.
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He stops with her, confused until he feels the slight warmth of the healing magic. He's at least happy that he gets a moment of reprieve from the pain, and he smiles softly.
"I'm not surprised this can't go away. It's just too strong... I wish I would have realized sooner what he was doing so I could have stopped it from spreading."
He could have killed the source... or at least stop himself from seeing other people and spreading the infection. He forces himself to stop thinking so violently.
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"I don't think this is something anyone could have predicted. Even if we could have, there's no real way to know how it spreads or anything. The best we can hope for now is that it passes without getting worse."
That's at least what she's telling herself when she's lucid. When she's not, it's a lot harder to stay focused and neutral.
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Which is so difficult to do, with the depression closing in, but Ryoji tries to force it away.
“So… what do we do? Do you think we’ll be able to find Sephiroth?”
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Yukiko trails off, looking out into the distance. She can feel that pull down into darkness again, and it's hard to push it back. Part of her wants to run back onto the poppy floor again, but she doesn't.
"Do you feel that - that pull? I think following that might do it. If not, I don't know..."
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“I can feel it. We have to at least try it, because we don’t have other options.”
He tries not to think of what he’ll do if it doesn’t work, how dangerous it may be for Yukiko.
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Yukiko pauses, looking down and away. Part of her is honestly scared, this time. It's not like before, when she was stronger physically, when she was more prepared mentally. But what other choice is there?
"I - I'm ready when you are."
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He shakes his head and starts moving, trying and failing not to drag her along too roughly.
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Yukiko doesn't get long to think about it before she's being pulled along, and the pull makes her lose her balance and trip over a stair. She's not hurt badly, but the fall shakes her up a bit.
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“...I’m sorry… I can’t…”
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"N-no. Don't apologize. I - I should be a little more careful..."
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He suddenly snaps, voice raising along with his anger, before he winces and turns away, convinced she’ll run now. Why wouldn’t she run from a monster like him?
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"You aren't going to hurt me, and my being clumsy wasn't your fault. Okay?"
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He’s shaking… why is he shaking so badly? Is his anger going to burst free again?
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As soon as the words are out, she notices how badly he's shaking. That sends a little flare of nervousness through her, but she doesn't move.
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He doesn’t move either, aside from the shaking, using all his strength to stop from lashing out at her.
“Just… run while you still can.”
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There's the slightest waver in her voice, one she silently curses the instant she hears it.
"I - fine. If that's what you really want, I'll go."
She's not sure if turning her back on him is the smartest thing she's ever done, but she does, going up a few steps before turning and looking over her shoulder. It's as if she's waiting to be called back.
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“Yukiko?”
He calls out softly, then closes back in on himself, lowering his head and clutching at his arms.
“I… I don’t know what to do… I can’t do anything… it’s hopeless.”
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