towerofanimus | Endgame: This Broken Jaw of Our Lost Kingdoms; Part One

[It's been a while since she last spoke with Sephiroth.

It had been before members of the Tower had decided to attack Riki, and now Ocelot is left wondering if perhaps she should have joined them. She could have gotten the chance to attack Riki had she joined.

But she hadn't, and now she's locked in here like some sort of animal. It was enough to enrage her, though even if she was locked in the cell with a companion, she wouldn't have appeared to be as angry as she was.]

Perhaps this is where we will remain until that time counts down. It may be the simplest way for her to deal with us.

[If the idea bothers her, it's hard to tell; her tone is completely flat.]

[He's hardly seen any of Ocelot since Ganondorf left the Tower, not really to talk to her anyway. All through his own selfish attempt at escape and he hadn't sought her out at all. Perhaps she hadn't been there, but Sephiroth wouldn't have cared ultimately. Nesir got the explanation instead, since he had tainted her for his purposes.

Although it would have been something of a climax to have fought Riki, doing so would be protecting Zo and Sephiroth isn't about that at all. He had been far more interested with the state of the second block and that floor they seemed to be protecting. Floor 23.]

That much is guaranteed, from how it looks currently.

[He's very good at keep his own tone at least as flat at Ocelot's. It seems that some appearances are worth keeping up, even now.]

[She's not stupid enough to try attacking the barrier. That would accomplish nothing but earning her plenty of pain if the noises she's been hearing once in a while are any indication.]

For a while there, I believed that we may have had a chance.

[Even if that chance had been to kill Ruana. Riki was dead. Now her opportunities to take out the administrators are slowly evaporating. She has to get her hands on Ruana.

Ocelot hardly cares that Ruana is a little girl. It doesn't make any difference to her. She'd still kill her in the end.

That is, if she can escape from this prison.]

[At least he hadn't made much of a noise. It had been a sizzle and a muffled grunt, or at least he was convinced he hadn't made much more noise than that. Woe betide anyone who suggested that it had been anything else.

Not that he could do very much about such a comment, being stuck in this cell.]

It concerns me that you would place such wild belief in something you must have suspected was flawed, Ocelot.

[He had tried to open up, he had even shared what information he knew with whomever might have asked as he'd visited the Hidden Floor more often in later days. But it all was proved worthless when it was revealed that none of them really had a solid plan which they could substantiate.

Then he'd abruptly walked out.]

[She laughs at that. It's a harsh sound, though she does sound amused. Maybe at his statement, maybe at the situation, maybe even at herself. She doesn't make an attempt to correct him right away.]

I had something very important that needed to be done. I suppose it doesn't matter now.

[It's probably all of those things and so many more underlying those issues. It has been a long haul for people like them, in this place.]

I imagine everyone here probably had something of equal importance, that they wanted to achieve before the end.

[And he's no exception, of course. Though it still props his ego up a lot that he had the cards stacked well enough to try. Nesir's recent words with him ring in the back of his consciousness, when he wouldn't have paid them much mind in the months before.]

[She nods, though he can't see her do it.]

Of course they did. Each person thinks his or her own mission is the most vital.

Hmph.

[His mission was the most vital. He's just not the type to have expanded his perceptions to include anyone else. It's all about him, his Planet and his Destiny.]

It still is the most vital. It needs to be, now more than ever.

[She doesn't particularly care what Sephiroth plans to do to his own world. Destroy it if he must, it doesn't effect her. Her own world is the one that she has to concern herself with.

Her plans aren't over yet. There's still years worth of thing that need to happen. Getting Metal Gear's data back-- the real data, not the film that was destroyed that looked like it, is essential. The Patriots must be destroyed. Zero has to pay for what he's done.

She has to get revenge for Big Boss. For John.]

We'll kill her together.

[Change all life as it was, on his Planet or with it's energy, Sephiroth craves to do. If that means destroying it all, finding somewhere else and starting afresh with all that energy at his whim then he'd do just that. He'll get his utopia, one way or the other.]

Oh undoubtedly. At the first opportunity.

[He's not really spent a lot of time considering actually killing Ruana until now. Having been more concerned with Zo and his ability to rip souls apart. That needed to be something to make himself impervious to. Though, one thing is tipping the balance; that energy Ruana would undoubtedly take from his Planet to re-power the Tower - belonged to him.

Once that thought started to fester, and it's had ample time to in the hours they've spent in these cells, Ruana has quickly become the obstacle standing in his way.]

[Ruana has to be moral the same as any of them.

She might have the powers of the other administrators now, but that doesn't matter to her. She'll still be dead by the end of the day. The opposite is nearly inconceivable. But they'll need real weapons.

Ocelot has the dagger that Nesir gave her, but it won't be enough. She needs something long distance. Something real. Her gun would be preferable, but she doesn't think it possible to get it now. It's been a long time since she last found herself on the base of Shadow Moses.]

With the entire Tower rising against her, we'll kill her.

[If not, they all die.]

[Oh if only the inert orb of black materia he had kept equipped recently now decided that it wanted to be real. Then she'd pay. They'd all pay. As it was, powerless, Sephiroth had only wireframed fists to fight with. Masamune, though when summoned was real, he needed the ability in the first place to conjure the same.

It turned out that he could be made as useless as Ocelot, who had no such additional power, and he has always hated it. Sephiroth makes no illusion of his incredibly bitter mood, in his tone it's more than obvious.]

She's expecting exactly that.

[Yes, they'll die if they fail. But there is the slight problem that they are all cell-bound and he's certain she could do what she liked to each of them while they were trapped in here.]

[With real weapons, they would be perfectly fine.

It was a shame that her gun had turned out to be a fake. It had still worked even in the end, but all the same it hadn't been a real weapon. She didn't have it anymore anyway.

They would have to plan the assault carefully. Ruana would surely have powers the other residents could only dream of. Ocelot herself knew better than to charge in and attack someone as powerful.

They had to do it now. They would either succeed in destroying Ruana, or they would all die trying.

There was no other option.]

Perhaps she knew all along it would turn out like this.

[The thought nearly brings a smile to her lips.]

[Caution would be the key word, should the opportunity present itself. Too many times Sephiroth has been brought to heel by them when he has too confidently stepped up. Nothing is guaranteed anymore and another failure might well be his last.]

As you know, that's been a recurring thought of mine for a long while.

[It doesn't bring a smile though, the fact remains that there isn't anything that he's been able to do about it. Only one time, during his short-lived peak when he drew a lot of the Towers own power into himself, had Sephiroth been given even an inch of a chance.]

[Even without magic, they would finish her. Ruana was flesh and blood. They would cut her and cut her if they had to. Rip her to pieces until she was a pile of bloody organs if it means that she was good and dead.]

We'll end this one way or another. Or we'll perish trying.

[Suited him just fine, cutting her to ribbons would certainly be something he'd be best at. If she even had her own physical body that they could rip apart-

It's very sour to think how similar they might be.]

All roads lead to the same outcome, in the end. Our time here is very nearly over.

Endgame: This Broken Jaw of Our Lost Kingdoms; Part One

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