A shadow of what once was

[drinkandforget]

It's the middle of night, and it's dark. There's a chill in the air. Stars, moonlight, articifial lighting, all of it seems to be conspicuously absent.

So where is that patch of even deeper darkness coming from, like a shadow of a shadow? It slips through the air, sensed more by its motion than by sight, creeping closer...

(ooc: for pun theme, a member of shadow galactica as a literal shadow! also, trying out potential for a waking dream; feel free for characters to think they've woken up to find the shadow in their room/wherever they're sleeping - set any scene desired.)

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[nohometown]

What are you?

[He asks quietly, even though he doesn't particularly expect a reply.

He doesn't take his sword out yet, but he has other means of defense. There's no enemy he can't face, as far as he's concerned. He waits. Why move toward the shadow when it moves so quickly, seemingly at will? Sometimes, in a battle, or possible battle, it's best to be patient.]

[drinkandforget]

[It doesn't reply in words. The silence grows even more still, and menacing. The Shadow Galactica's targets are those amazing and exceptional people in their chosen fields and skills - like him.

The shadow approaches Sephiroth, and reaches its arms out straight towards his neck, as if to choke him. It would be very cold and chilled to the touch.]

[nohometown]

[Sephiroth leaps back, as quick as a shadow himself. He draws his sword, though he knows it may well do him no good against this opponent. Weapons are not his only defense, however, and his sword glows with the energy he pushes through it.]

[drinkandforget]

[There's an unearthly shriek, but instead of dissipating, the shadow only fades - and reshapes itself at the other side of the room, as though gathering its strength before its next assault.]