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Who: Nero the Sable, everyone in Wutai
When: After the News Report
Location: Wutai
Rating: PG13+
Summary: Nero awakens from the dead to find himself separated from his brother. Near hysteria, he finds his way into Wutai and unleashes his rage upon the city.
Let us become one.
Somewhere in the dark caverns underneath Midgar, a body stirred. Shafts of morning light shone through the large cracks in the rock, illuminating the body of a naked young man half-submerged in the dirty water.
Let us come together, so that none may ever tear us apart.
His pale fingers curled against the rock underneath him. Things came slowly, why he was here, what had happen, leaving naught but a metallic taste in his mouth and a growing horror deep in his heart.
Yes. Let us... Let us go join him.
OMEGA... OMEGA had fallen? No, this wasn't possible. Though he had tainted OMEGA's pure host he could not have damaged it to the point where the feeble Vincent Valentine could strike it down, it simply wasn't possible! There was no conceivable method that would allow the summoner to defeat the summoned... certainly not when the host was at war with the spirit.
Weiss...
A blind hand sought out the comfort of his brother's, finding nothing but space and rock.
Nero...
He was gone.
The Sable's crimson eyes snapped open. Within seconds he was on his feet, uncertain if they would hold his weight - but that mattered not. The missing brother's name reverberated off the walls, flying skyward as his desperation mounted. Weiss, Weiss, Weiss! Where have you gone, why have you left?
In the end, Nero sat huddled in the pond he had awoken in, hands clenching his long, sopping locks. Weiss was gone... but he had promised. They would not be separated again, they would remain together and nothing would tear them apart. That was how it would be. Should be... Unless they had forced them apart once more.
Again the Sable sprung to his feet, glaring around the cavern for evidence. Yes, yes. That was precisely what it was! It was- one pale hand pressed against his forehead, trying to suppress the sudden throbbing. Oblivion screamed around him, some new presence throwing off it's delicate balance. Go, go, go.
Go.
A sly smile crept across the man's face, rapidly degenerating into something that could only be called deranged. Yes. Yes, he would go. Oblivion swept around him, cradling him in it's soothing embrace.
Wutai stood before him. Grand, majestic, infuriatingly untouched... DeepGround had left this place in shambles, hadn't it? They would not have had time to even start repairs... Everything was so very wrong... nothing made sense.
One step. Two step.
"Big brother, why is that man naked?"
Big brother. Big brother... Where had they taken Weiss? Why had they taken him. Where were they? They were going to pay. going to pay. going to pay.
Oblivion shrieked again. The Sable staggered, unused to the unchained strength of the void. His hands threaded in his hair, clenching and tugging it. Trying to ground himself, failing - they deserved this - before that smile returned. Swallow the world in darkness, he'd pick their minds and destroy them, and that would leave a world just for his brother and him.
"Weiss!"
[ooc; ladies and gentleman, there is a crazed tsviet in your wutai. oblivion is raging around him and he'll be throwing waves of it around to try to trap anyone who comes near. it will be spreading.]
When: After the News Report
Location: Wutai
Rating: PG13+
Summary: Nero awakens from the dead to find himself separated from his brother. Near hysteria, he finds his way into Wutai and unleashes his rage upon the city.
Let us become one.
Somewhere in the dark caverns underneath Midgar, a body stirred. Shafts of morning light shone through the large cracks in the rock, illuminating the body of a naked young man half-submerged in the dirty water.
Let us come together, so that none may ever tear us apart.
His pale fingers curled against the rock underneath him. Things came slowly, why he was here, what had happen, leaving naught but a metallic taste in his mouth and a growing horror deep in his heart.
Yes. Let us... Let us go join him.
OMEGA... OMEGA had fallen? No, this wasn't possible. Though he had tainted OMEGA's pure host he could not have damaged it to the point where the feeble Vincent Valentine could strike it down, it simply wasn't possible! There was no conceivable method that would allow the summoner to defeat the summoned... certainly not when the host was at war with the spirit.
Weiss...
A blind hand sought out the comfort of his brother's, finding nothing but space and rock.
Nero...
He was gone.
The Sable's crimson eyes snapped open. Within seconds he was on his feet, uncertain if they would hold his weight - but that mattered not. The missing brother's name reverberated off the walls, flying skyward as his desperation mounted. Weiss, Weiss, Weiss! Where have you gone, why have you left?
In the end, Nero sat huddled in the pond he had awoken in, hands clenching his long, sopping locks. Weiss was gone... but he had promised. They would not be separated again, they would remain together and nothing would tear them apart. That was how it would be. Should be... Unless they had forced them apart once more.
Again the Sable sprung to his feet, glaring around the cavern for evidence. Yes, yes. That was precisely what it was! It was- one pale hand pressed against his forehead, trying to suppress the sudden throbbing. Oblivion screamed around him, some new presence throwing off it's delicate balance. Go, go, go.
Go.
A sly smile crept across the man's face, rapidly degenerating into something that could only be called deranged. Yes. Yes, he would go. Oblivion swept around him, cradling him in it's soothing embrace.
Wutai stood before him. Grand, majestic, infuriatingly untouched... DeepGround had left this place in shambles, hadn't it? They would not have had time to even start repairs... Everything was so very wrong... nothing made sense.
One step. Two step.
"Big brother, why is that man naked?"
Big brother. Big brother... Where had they taken Weiss? Why had they taken him. Where were they? They were going to pay. going to pay. going to pay.
Oblivion shrieked again. The Sable staggered, unused to the unchained strength of the void. His hands threaded in his hair, clenching and tugging it. Trying to ground himself, failing - they deserved this - before that smile returned. Swallow the world in darkness, he'd pick their minds and destroy them, and that would leave a world just for his brother and him.
"Weiss!"
[ooc; ladies and gentleman, there is a crazed tsviet in your wutai. oblivion is raging around him and he'll be throwing waves of it around to try to trap anyone who comes near. it will be spreading.]