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

[animusmods]

Characters: open to those trapped in cells
Setting: the cells
Format: any
Summary: Those left abandoned in the Tower have some time to speak to each other. In the middle of the room, a clock counts down...
Warnings: general animus endgame warnings

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[neverbeamemory]

[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.]

[notayoungkitten]

[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.]

[neverbeamemory]

[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.]

[notayoungkitten]

[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.]

[neverbeamemory]

[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.]

[notayoungkitten]

[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.

[neverbeamemory]

[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.