http://hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] onepassingnight2011-10-18 02:37 pm

004 || all you need is a guardian angel

Desolation. Death. Destruction.

It spans as far as the eye can see, possibly even further. To the outreaches of the Planet and beyond, only growing in its ravenous hunger and taking anything it can with it. It's a horrible, bloody sight... not one would expect to find bright, white wings shimmering in the too-bright sun. Even less so, the bundle in his dirtied arms, sound asleep.

The wings flutter once, dropping a few, floating white feathers to the remains of the torched building they were perched upon. The tips of the feathers are also burned, almost even rotting as they lay there, guided by a gentle breeze in the silent environment. And as the man shifts, the faint glow of a halo can be seen reflecting off of a broken window, the beaten body sagging against the brittle, splintered wood. He's tired of the fighting, the chaos and the panic caused by those soldiers. They weren't anything like he remembered, and... this was the result. Insanity finally caught up to him, and in a sense, he was glad to have passed before it'd gotten hold of him, too.

The infant in his arms stirs, a few soft, fussy groans jumping out of it.

In response, he gently rocked the baby in his arms, whispering in a low tone, trying to get his adopted bundle to calm down. Though still dirty, he'd long-since been able to heal it. It'd just... taken a toll on whatever spirit energy he had left, tethering him to this bleak world.

"Just a little while longer, kiddo."

[ooc: So... kind of an odd dream for him to be having, but pretty much? While Zack himself is still canon, he's dreaming of a universe that *did* fall to ShinRa. Certain things have been changed around, and I'll explain more in detail to whomever responds~]

I just c&p'ed the symbol~♡

[identity profile] no-hometown.livejournal.com 2011-10-24 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
He dislikes the idea that he may have been taken and altered in some way. There are few things that disturb him more than the thought of being experimented on or changed, especially without his knowledge. As unsettling as Zack's explanation is, he does have no memory of any of this. What other reason could there be? "You may be right. I can think of no other explanation." He concentrates, tries to access more memory, but no matter how he strains, there is simply nothing there. He doesn't remember what happened to Zack, or why he has wings.

Yet he trusts Zack. Zack is perhaps the only person he still trusts. He nods. "Thank you, Zack. It's possible there's something that can be done. You must tell me what's happened, on the way. The last thing I remember is being in Modeoheim."

Precisely! ♡

[identity profile] no-hometown.livejournal.com 2011-10-26 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
He went with Zack, keeping an eye on the surroundings, wary of attack in what looked to be a warzone--especially as he did not know the particulars of the situation, or what he most needed to be wary of.

He didn't like anything he heard from Zack. "Hojo?" He knew the man, only too well, and he frowned at this, his expression not lightening in the least as he listened to the remainder of the news. It pained him, in fact, but he'd always been good at masking his feelings, remaining calm and cool even under extreme stress. "I'm sorry, Zack." Not that being sorry could help a great deal, when what was done was already done, but the words were sincerely meant.

Sephiroth shook his head, determined. He didn't fully understand the situation yet, but he wouldn't allow himself to give up hope, not if Zack was depending on him. "We can't allow that to happen. I will do whatever is necessary to ensure that it doesn't." It would be better to focus on action rather than sentiment. "How many of us are there? Do we have any allies?"