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[argentimperator]

Characters: argentimperator Sephiroth and YOU.
When: Anytime from Sunday mid-day to early Tuesday morning.
Where: Anywhere. Sephiroth is fast and airborne.
Rating: PG-13 or higher, there's going to be violence.
Summary: Sephiroth is working at making good his threat to raze the entire world. So far mostly the Wastes, but there's been a bit of incidental damage

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Tuesday Morning || End Plot

[reflectivedawn]

The past few days had been irritating. Tiring as well, but the irritation was front most in his mind. He had spent much of it trying to keep those he cared about far away from the other, trying to convince them that he could, in fact, handle it. And those who he couldn't convince would suffer terrible consequences. Something that would weigh on his mind heavily.

As he walked into the waste, he was careful, keeping his foot steps light. He could still remember the last time he had been here with the other. They had fought, but it had been nothing more than a spar. And now, if his words couldn't break through, they were going to fight again.

His PCD was safely tucked in his back pocket where he could easily reach it, with the person he was prepared to call's name already drawn up on to the screen, so all he would have to do is press call. The shield that currently contained Sango was held in the back of his mind, keeping the walls in tact. Keeping her safe.

It didn't take him long to find him, and once he did, he simply stood, ready for whatever was going to be thrown his way.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were running away."

Tuesday Morning || End Plot

[argentimperator]

Sephiroth settled to the ground a couple of yards away, his wing flapping lazily before folding in towards his shoulder. His aura reeked of darkness, the faint taint that had always been there now overtaking everything else. Despite the inhumanity, hatred, and malice that had Sephiroth in its her hold, there was still a clinging ghost of the feelings the older man truly had for Riku.

"It's good that you know better, then," he replied calmly, Masamune still sheathed at his side. "There is no 'away' here, only 'towards'. Towards Mother and the world I should be in. You could come with me. Mother would accept you with open arms and truly make you my brother."

Tuesday Morning || End Plot

[reflectivedawn]

"Mother, huh? Too bad for her my mother's back on Destiny Island." He knew it was probably in his best interest not to antagonize the other, but he couldn't help it. "You're my brother because I chose for you to be. I don't need Mother to cement it for me."

He took a few steps, watching the other carefully. At least his weapon was still sheathed, not drawn and ready to attack. "I know this isn't really what you want, Sephiroth. Let me help you get away from her."

Tuesday Morning || End Plot

[argentimperator]

"A human mother is beneath you, Riku. You deserve more. Mother would give you greater power. Nothing would be beyond our reach."

Yeah, the drama wasn't really all that much like the Sephiroth Riku was used to, was it? He gestured with one hand frustratedly as he began to pace.

"Why would I not want this? To go to the Promised Land with Mother, to rule as we were meant to from the beginning..."

Tuesday Morning || End Plot

[reflectivedawn]

Greater power. They were words that he would once have broken under. A greater power that would allow him to protect his friends. But he knew that the power that was being offered would only weaken his heart, and cause him to lose the power he had won through the battles he had fought. The power he had struggled for years to win back.

"I don't need your kind of power. I have my own." His power was in his heart. It was in Sora and Kairi and Mickey. It was in Terra and Aqua and Ven, the ones who had come before. And it was in everyone he had met here who he had come to care so much about.

"Because you once told me you didn't want to be a monster. What do you think this makes you?"

Tuesday Morning || End Plot

[argentimperator]

Sephiroth lifted a hand to his head, gloved fingers tangling in silver hair. A.. monster? Was he a monster? He had destroyed things and hurt people and... he had enjoyed it. What did that make him?

No. He wasn't a monster. Mother whispered to him, guiding him to understanding. A god could never be a monster. His hand fell away, dropping to the hilt of Masamune.

"I am Mother's chosen successor. I will be a god."