[Where to go from here...]
Who: Sephiroth/ sephiroth_san , Vega/vegashadow , Elena/ puisne_turk . [Open to Jenova/ lsr_boo ]
When: Night time, sometime after this, as Mother's pangs for more power start to border on desperation.
Location: North Corel, inside one of the better-kept shacks inside the town.
Rating: PG - R (variable)
Summary: Objective in North Corel near completion and Sephiroth turns his sights skyward. Their next move was right under their noses all along and he had been blind to it before.
He had North Corel now in the palm of his hand. Those who had thought to show resistance were soon swayed with petty demonstrations of the power of the many miracles Sephiroth, through Jenova's power could offer. Whilst a bringer of death and destruction, Sephiroth had also demonstrated a capability for forgiveness and resolution. Many within the town, who had so easily breathed the very essence of divinity, had begun to think twice. There had been a couple of occasions of direct apology. More like, people had thrown themselves on the floor at his feet to beg for forgiveness, for ever even thinking that the heir to this Planet could ever have been wrongful in his actions.
It felt right, It felt just.
It was just what his destiny had laid out for him.
It wasn't over yet, the whole world was their precious oyster to take. To shatter into dust.
Mother's torments (or could it possibly be hints of her satisfaction?) sometimes became unbearable. Late at night Sephiroth would hear her voice so clear that it would seem she were leaning, with some physical form, right over him. So core-vibrating it stirred the silver warrior from sleep with it's sweet tingling numbness and sometimes sharp spikes of pain. Sephiroth was glad he had insisted on taking the only makeshift bedroom their current accommodation had and made it known clearly it was his space and no one should intrude upon it.
Sephiroth pulled back course sheets that he had been dreaming were smothering him, suffocating him and stared up at the cracks in the ceiling. Green eyes vibrantly dancing between the many veins as if they would provide an answer in themselves. Had it been dream-speech he had heard or was it some fragment of a memory?
"a natural prison in the middle of the desert... surrounded
entirely by quicksand."
"I heard that once you get in, you never get out...."
"The town is pretty remote. It would take awhile for anyone to get help and bring it back if anyone notices us at any point soon. Gold Saucer, we could cut off transportation to and from."
That had been Vega, right? Sephiroth blinked back the clinging promise of further sleep and sat up, his eyes trailed fine lines of moonlight-washed silver threads as they fell away from his arm and fell back into the shadows of the room. Right now his room needed a window, but he recalled from many hours watching the horizon the dominating scar of the popular theme park. It was right, they had a prison there at it's base. What was also right is it might provide a convenient back door for anyone who might try to stop them in the future. Sephiroth didn't personally need to tram link to get up to it's great height but what of those abandoned souls in the middle of the desert.
More muscle for the cause. More to hate the world for what it had become.
When: Night time, sometime after this, as Mother's pangs for more power start to border on desperation.
Location: North Corel, inside one of the better-kept shacks inside the town.
Rating: PG - R (variable)
Summary: Objective in North Corel near completion and Sephiroth turns his sights skyward. Their next move was right under their noses all along and he had been blind to it before.
He had North Corel now in the palm of his hand. Those who had thought to show resistance were soon swayed with petty demonstrations of the power of the many miracles Sephiroth, through Jenova's power could offer. Whilst a bringer of death and destruction, Sephiroth had also demonstrated a capability for forgiveness and resolution. Many within the town, who had so easily breathed the very essence of divinity, had begun to think twice. There had been a couple of occasions of direct apology. More like, people had thrown themselves on the floor at his feet to beg for forgiveness, for ever even thinking that the heir to this Planet could ever have been wrongful in his actions.
It felt right, It felt just.
It was just what his destiny had laid out for him.
It wasn't over yet, the whole world was their precious oyster to take. To shatter into dust.
Mother's torments (or could it possibly be hints of her satisfaction?) sometimes became unbearable. Late at night Sephiroth would hear her voice so clear that it would seem she were leaning, with some physical form, right over him. So core-vibrating it stirred the silver warrior from sleep with it's sweet tingling numbness and sometimes sharp spikes of pain. Sephiroth was glad he had insisted on taking the only makeshift bedroom their current accommodation had and made it known clearly it was his space and no one should intrude upon it.
Sephiroth pulled back course sheets that he had been dreaming were smothering him, suffocating him and stared up at the cracks in the ceiling. Green eyes vibrantly dancing between the many veins as if they would provide an answer in themselves. Had it been dream-speech he had heard or was it some fragment of a memory?
"a natural prison in the middle of the desert... surrounded
entirely by quicksand."
"I heard that once you get in, you never get out...."
"The town is pretty remote. It would take awhile for anyone to get help and bring it back if anyone notices us at any point soon. Gold Saucer, we could cut off transportation to and from."
That had been Vega, right? Sephiroth blinked back the clinging promise of further sleep and sat up, his eyes trailed fine lines of moonlight-washed silver threads as they fell away from his arm and fell back into the shadows of the room. Right now his room needed a window, but he recalled from many hours watching the horizon the dominating scar of the popular theme park. It was right, they had a prison there at it's base. What was also right is it might provide a convenient back door for anyone who might try to stop them in the future. Sephiroth didn't personally need to tram link to get up to it's great height but what of those abandoned souls in the middle of the desert.
More muscle for the cause. More to hate the world for what it had become.