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onepassingnight2011-10-11 11:09 pm
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001: a different path ☄
[Professor Gast didn't leave him behind. Why would he? They understood each other; there was a kinship between them. He wouldn't have left a child with that madman. It isn't easy, living on the run from Shinra, but Sephiroth is strong, stronger than any other, and swifter. He can protect them both. He can hear the enemy coming from a long way off, the hum of engines or the tramp of feet. The Planet is large, and they'll always be safe, if he can help it. Shinra lost their war with Wutai (there was no Silver SOLDIER). There are places left to hide.
They don't stay anywhere too long, but they bring their research with them. They conceal themselves in small towns. Refugees aren't so unusual, and few people would guess at what they are, though Sephiroth's bearing and his long sword makes some things clear, such as the fact that they can handle themselves.
Their current residence may be cramped, but it is clean. Sephiroth is dressed simply, in a white shirt and black pants, leaning over the table, lost in the study of figures. He and the Professor discuss the problem they're working on in low voices, in terms that might make little sense to a layman. The Professor breaks to make tea, and Sephiroth drinks it black.
When Gast goes to bed (Father, maybe he can think of him that way), Sephiroth remains awake, remains watchful. He needs less sleep, because he's different, a person apart. He's just beginning to understand why that is. He knows he must be careful. What Shinra did to him, to other children: they shouldn't be allowed to continue. He and the Professor mean to stop them. Sephiroth gazes out the window at the night sky spotted with bright stars, and though he has no wealth, no influence, no power save his own strength, the sudden realization sweeps over him that he is fiercely, deeply, undeniably happy.
There shouldn't be anyone else in the cottage, and when he senses an unfamiliar presence, Sephiroth turns, tensing, the calm slipping from him in an instant.]
What do you want?
[He won't let anyone take this from him.]
[[OOC: Starting out with a flip of the chessboard. In his dream, Sephiroth's guardian is Professor Gast rather than Professor Hojo, and they left Shinra together. Sephiroth has no idea of what actually happened to Professor Gast.]]
They don't stay anywhere too long, but they bring their research with them. They conceal themselves in small towns. Refugees aren't so unusual, and few people would guess at what they are, though Sephiroth's bearing and his long sword makes some things clear, such as the fact that they can handle themselves.
Their current residence may be cramped, but it is clean. Sephiroth is dressed simply, in a white shirt and black pants, leaning over the table, lost in the study of figures. He and the Professor discuss the problem they're working on in low voices, in terms that might make little sense to a layman. The Professor breaks to make tea, and Sephiroth drinks it black.
When Gast goes to bed (Father, maybe he can think of him that way), Sephiroth remains awake, remains watchful. He needs less sleep, because he's different, a person apart. He's just beginning to understand why that is. He knows he must be careful. What Shinra did to him, to other children: they shouldn't be allowed to continue. He and the Professor mean to stop them. Sephiroth gazes out the window at the night sky spotted with bright stars, and though he has no wealth, no influence, no power save his own strength, the sudden realization sweeps over him that he is fiercely, deeply, undeniably happy.
There shouldn't be anyone else in the cottage, and when he senses an unfamiliar presence, Sephiroth turns, tensing, the calm slipping from him in an instant.]
What do you want?
[He won't let anyone take this from him.]
[[OOC: Starting out with a flip of the chessboard. In his dream, Sephiroth's guardian is Professor Gast rather than Professor Hojo, and they left Shinra together. Sephiroth has no idea of what actually happened to Professor Gast.]]
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Only myself. [He won't risk the professor's safety.]
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I prefer not to take lives, but they leave me no choice.
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[And now, with her usual love of dramatic effect, she takes a few long strides away from him.]
Dark Power, Make-Up (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QpSX0asUED0&feature=related)!
[Her voice echoes with power even as she speaks the words. The energy of her transformation flares around her in a dark, watery aura. The flash of light and impression of black rose petals recede to leave Mercury in Ami's place.]
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He's distracted by the thought when he's startled by her transformation. It's not like anything he's seen before.] What is that? What did you do?
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[Don't rob her of the joy she still takes in it - which is still far less than true manic glee she felt fighting at first. Years of enemies and seemingly-fruitless battles (when there are always other worlds, other alternates, to become enemies) have worn that down a little.]
This is the form I choose to fight in. [It's dramatically different: the dark hair changed to blue, the everyday clothes changed to a short-skirted sailor-style uniform with a short skirt and tall boots.]
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I always defeat my enemies. [He states this simply, not boasting. It's only the truth.]
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[Instead, it stands up to even the attacks of her enemies: fire, lightning, energy...]
What you should be saying right now, is 'thank you for lending me your strength'.
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I'm merely curious. You'll have to teach me more about it later. I've never seen anything like it.
And I thank you. [He nods.] We should take our positions.
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[She pivots sharply, and heads towards a strategic position to cut off their attackers' approach.]
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He sees the troops approach, and suddenly, a wave of weariness washes over him: not physical, but mental. He's so tired of all this, of Shinra. He wants it to be over.
In the wake of the weariness comes anger, and he launches himself forward, moving faster than the eye can see, now. His sword cuts through them before they know what's killed them.]
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Dark Rhapsody (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XeU6r4DWwJw)!!
[The water attack pushes the troops back. They crash into each other, and become easy prey for her next move: Several of the men find themselves completely coated in the water - and soon frozen solid, encased in her ice. Mercury has no pity for them, and doesn't hold back. In a moment, she'll shatter the glimmering prisons - and with them, her foes.]
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Her elemental attack inspires him to use one of his own. Fire. He gestures, and it blossoms, bursting through their ranks. They scream and burn.
He wants to be rid of them all.]
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Which of you want to be the next to die?
[The frozen soldiers shatter with a sickening sound of breaking ice.]
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There must be some end to the attacking troops, mustn't there? Yet there are always more and more, coming toward him endlessly. When and where will it stop?
Suddenly alarmed, he turns back toward the cottage. He feels cold. It's been left unguarded for too long, the Professor within. He feels the sudden urge to retreat, to make sure the man is safe. He calls out to the woman who is, for now, his comrade.]
Stay here and hold them off. I'll be back.
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It's being left to fight alone, when someone should be there.
For now, of course, she has no way to protest and so she simply does what she must: She tirelessly holds off the waves of soldiers, until even she has to wonder if they welcome death, if they haven't learned their lesson yet: not to challenge her. Hail and ice sting the ones behind the ones that freeze and shatter.]
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It's not just that the professor is gone, but dust has gathered. There are cracks in the walls, signs of disuse and disrepair everywhere. It seems as if no one has been living here for years, as if, somehow, he's been fighting for years.
...fighting for years...
And for what? To come back to this emptiness?]
Professor Gast? I-- Professor.
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Maybe it's just foreign to her to be that tenderhearted, now. She certainly spares no outward sign of pity for the people she cuts down, a few tasting the edge of her sword as they manage to escape her initial attacks. They go down one after the next.]
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Outside, it's soundless, as if there's nothing outside, no attackers, no battle, no world whatsoever. From beyond the incongruous door, there's a low humming noise, as of machinery running.]
It's not possible. [He should go back, he knows. He wants to, but he stretches out a hand, pressing it against the cool surface of the door. It feels real enough.]
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She's been left to fight alone after all. Her powers and abilities were used simply for Sephiroth to make his escape. She doesn't know what truly kept him, just like she's never known the real reason why the senshi didn't come to save her that time.
Right now, it doesn't even matter. She will cut then her enemies, then demand answers. But with the jumbled-up thoughts of this time and that time, the familiar feeling, her efforts start to flag as she begins to fight too emotionally.]
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Sephiroth turns away, but he can still see the door in his mind's eye as he moves.] Professor? [If something's been done to the man--if he sees as so much as a drop of blood, he--he doesn't know what he'll do, but he'll be angry. Professor Gast is one of the only people he's ever respected.
He has to find him (or a keycard, part of his brain whispers). Maybe he escaped somehow. With this in mind, Sephiroth exits the cottage again. Somehow, the fighting is still going on. Gunfire and shouts and blasts of ice. He views the conflict with surprise at first, as if he'd partly forgotten about it. Then he approaches the battle again, his heart pounding in his chest. They did this. Somehow, they're to blame.]
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That's all it takes for her to be ready to fight for Sephiroth, and the soldiers who'd almost managed to hold her at bay are thrust away from her by a blast of pure energy from her hands. There is no more hesitation or doubt of herself now.
Once the enemies are gone, she can help him find the keycard (or duplicate one with her computer). For now, she maneuvers herself into position to cut their opponents off between them.]
They're easy, but even easier is better, right?
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He nods his agreement.] Yes. We'll finish them off.
[He's angry now. He doesn't hold back. He was created to do this. To kill, destroy. It's not what he wanted, but it's what he is. He'll kill all of them. He swings his sword and a pale blue bolt energy shoots from it, slicing through the troops before him, cutting them neatly in half.]
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