001. ☌ seven devils.

[sheistheswarm]

[ The dream tonight is a bit more of a scientific setting than perhaps you are used to. It's in the hallway of an old battlecruiser, the lights flickering on and off. Once you turn, there is a woman standing with her back to you She's in a light white sandex suit, her oddly formed hair pulled up into a high ponytail

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[no_hometown]

[The setting here is not wholly unlike some areas of Midgar or HQ, so the atmosphere is not completely alien, but it is clearly different. His society has no successful space travel, at least not yet. The space program was shut down indefinitely. He does not know where he is, but it interests him.

Sephiroth returns her gaze, impassive. His own green eyes glow faintly, but they are calm, confident.] My apologies. I did not mean to disturb you.

[sheistheswarm]

[ Hello, Sephiroth. Say hello to your first level 12 psionic being. She eyes him, green eyes looking him over before she lets the defenses down just a bit. She can just sense the military from him. Being a telepath has it's marvels. ]

How did you get here?

[no_hometown]

[The first layer of his thoughts is indeed straightforward, quite military, non-aggressive, benevolent enough.

There also is anger--even to the point of rage--frustration, confusion, and grief, but they are all carefully and well covered, tamped down far beneath the surface layers, so carefully as to be almost hidden from Sephiroth himself, but none of that negative emotion has anything to do with her.

(Even further down, Jenova lies sleeping, a very different entity altogether, but without enough cells to make up a true consciousness yet.)

Sephiroth's tone is perfectly polite; little to find fault with there.]

Unfortunately, I cannot answer that question. I was searching for my friends, and suddenly I found myself here, wherever this may be.

[sheistheswarm]

[ Interesting. He seems just as conflicted as anyone else in the sector. ]

This is the Hyperion.

[no_hometown]

[A vessel, that much is clear. He nods.]

Where is it that you're traveling, if I may ask?

[sheistheswarm]

[ A laugh. ]

Now that is something I'm not privileged to know.

[no_hometown]

[Curious.]

Then you do not control it? What manner of ship is this?

[sheistheswarm]

I'm a prisoner. [ Even if Jim sees her more as a guest, she knows what she is. ] A battlecruiser.

[no_hometown]

[He nods. He doesn't judge her for being a prisoner--there are many reasons that people are held against their will. He was confined, in his past, though he did not see himself as a prisoner at the time.

He dislikes being confined.]

What will you do here, in this prison? Will you wait to arrive at your destination, whatever that may be?

[sheistheswarm]

That depends on what they try to do to me.

[ Part of her wants to believe Jim will forgive her--but, does she really deserve it? ]