(no subject)
Who: Vincent Valentine & Sephiroth
Where: The forest of Discedo!
When: Right now, literally.
Rating: R, for potential, painful, violence.
Summary: Vincent has his chip out; he has requested the help of Sephiroth in containing the monsters within him...and no, Seph has no idea what to expect.
the log: The day had passed, and Vincent was feeling better. However, with the feeling of relief, came one of terrible regret, as the demons, long since kept quiet, erupted inside of his head all at once. As the ex-Turk stumbled to the edge of the forest, it appeared as though he had some type of headache; his fingers were rubbing at his head as he stood slightly hunched over.
His breathing was heavy, his mouth, dry. He was going to transform into one of them, there was no question about it, no doubt in his mind. Vincent tried focusing on something bright, like Lucrecia, but that brought out the inward aggression of Chaos' voice, and the demon wasted no time at all reminding him of she had wronged him so.
The onslaught was relentless, the words on her none-too-kind. He didn't like her, for some reason. It seemed the demon blamed the scientist for something...something Chaos teasingly refused to tell him. This annoyed him, and with everything else, caused him to think of something else. That, of course, never occurred, as Death Gigas tried rumbling a defense for Lucrecia Crescent.
It shook his mind and dropped Vincent Valentine to his knees. They were all so loud, he couldn't....then Chaos spoke up.
'She'll betray you again, Host.'
...Would she?
"Lu......crecia." All he wanted was for her to be here, with him, keeping him safe, and him keeping her safe, but--but her ambitions branched out far past him. Was he even...?
Chaos spoke up yet again, interrupting Vincent's thoughts.
'She just does it out of guilt, Host. That woman would say the same thing to any--'
No! She wouldn't! He would tolerate no speaking of her in such a manner, to which Death Gigas grumbled his approval.
"H..oj...o." The name perked the interest of Hellmasker, who hissed into Vincent's ear to kill, to slaughter the son of Hojo, Sephiroth. He was on his way, after all.
To help, Vincent pointed out. To make up for his future sins by making sure no such thing happened here; he was taking initiative, and trying to keep himself in check. He was doing better than Vincent, at least.
Better than all of them.
Where: The forest of Discedo!
When: Right now, literally.
Rating: R, for potential, painful, violence.
Summary: Vincent has his chip out; he has requested the help of Sephiroth in containing the monsters within him...and no, Seph has no idea what to expect.
the log: The day had passed, and Vincent was feeling better. However, with the feeling of relief, came one of terrible regret, as the demons, long since kept quiet, erupted inside of his head all at once. As the ex-Turk stumbled to the edge of the forest, it appeared as though he had some type of headache; his fingers were rubbing at his head as he stood slightly hunched over.
His breathing was heavy, his mouth, dry. He was going to transform into one of them, there was no question about it, no doubt in his mind. Vincent tried focusing on something bright, like Lucrecia, but that brought out the inward aggression of Chaos' voice, and the demon wasted no time at all reminding him of she had wronged him so.
The onslaught was relentless, the words on her none-too-kind. He didn't like her, for some reason. It seemed the demon blamed the scientist for something...something Chaos teasingly refused to tell him. This annoyed him, and with everything else, caused him to think of something else. That, of course, never occurred, as Death Gigas tried rumbling a defense for Lucrecia Crescent.
It shook his mind and dropped Vincent Valentine to his knees. They were all so loud, he couldn't....then Chaos spoke up.
'She'll betray you again, Host.'
...Would she?
"Lu......crecia." All he wanted was for her to be here, with him, keeping him safe, and him keeping her safe, but--but her ambitions branched out far past him. Was he even...?
Chaos spoke up yet again, interrupting Vincent's thoughts.
'She just does it out of guilt, Host. That woman would say the same thing to any--'
No! She wouldn't! He would tolerate no speaking of her in such a manner, to which Death Gigas grumbled his approval.
"H..oj...o." The name perked the interest of Hellmasker, who hissed into Vincent's ear to kill, to slaughter the son of Hojo, Sephiroth. He was on his way, after all.
To help, Vincent pointed out. To make up for his future sins by making sure no such thing happened here; he was taking initiative, and trying to keep himself in check. He was doing better than Vincent, at least.
Better than all of them.