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[eco_terrorista]

Who: Elfé & Sephiroth
When: Early morning, shortly after Sephiroth goes out.
Location: Sephiroth's Shack Midgar Ruins
Rating: PG-13 (for 'violence', though for these two it might as well be 'play'.)
Summary: Elfé goes scavanging in empty houses for supplies, and picks the wrong one.

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[sephiroth_san]

Everything seems more remote in the dark... Sephiroth had come to this conclusion just as he had decided to head back down to pack up and move again, the move would be deeper into the ruins and away from where it looked from above like there was a group of people living nearby. Too close for comfort, although there was that nagging thought again which made him question why he's putting up with living like he has been, skulking around like some outcast

[eco_terrorista]

She knew this man, and she knew his blade. Though ten years might have passed between them, in her memory only a fraction of that time had gone by since they had crossed swords at Junon. Sephiroth was not a figure to be mistaken, much less forgotten.

And for a moment, the decaying walls around them vanished, replaced with the rocky face of the coastal city. For a moment, she saw the distant silhouette of the Sister Ray, and heard the ocean waves lapping and expiring at the feet of the cliffs below.

"...General."

Her voice was soft, and she tipped her head slightly in greeting (if not acknowledgment) of the silver-haired SOLDIER. However, her cold eyes remained impassively affixed on the wicked sweep of the Masamune.

Everything that Veld had explained to her, the ailments and sufferings of the Planet, its antagonists... She could no longer bring his words into mind. The days she'd spent traveling aboard the airship and on her bike had caused her to realize how foreign the world really was. (...No, how foreign her existence was to

[sephiroth_san]

"...General." She'd called him, he'd not been addressed as such in a long time. But this sparked some curiosity, and was followed quickly by a memory as he carefully regarded Elfe as if she were some piece of art that needed the flaws picked out on.

Sephiroth failed to comprehend Elfe's denial of the open invitation to fight. In the seconds just prior to now he'd been looking forward to her taking the bait, after all she had drawn her sword first had she not? Surely she wished to defend herself? He remained silent trying to figure this out.

"...I apologize if I've disturbed you, but I don't wish to fight." There was the vocalization of the conclusion that he'd just about come to. He doesn't know where she came from or even why she was here, and having found her there presented too much of an opportunity to pass up. A brief alleviation of the slow pace of the days recently.

He still didn't move to attack her. Simply asked back.

"What are you doing here?"

((OOC: sorry it's so short, I don't get time to write alot at work))

[eco_terrorista]

"Gathering supplies," she responded simply, eyes still trained on him. "I suppose I could ask the same of you." Elfé hardly expected an answer, however her own interest piqued despite her situation (or perhaps in light of).

Yes, the stories from Veld were slowly coming back. The brief mention of the Northern Crater, the legendary general, his fall to madness. But whether it was his past form or his current reincarnation, she knew better than to disrespect the combative prowess of her opponent--Elfé vaguely wondered which of the two would prove more dangerous, and wisely decided neither.

That he would insinuate a 'sparring match' with her... the thought almost brought a wry smile to her lips. The late leader of AVALANCE avoided unnecessary conflict when possible, but the choice between 'fight or flight' seemed inevitable, and Elfé was not one to run.

[sephiroth_san]

Sephiroth paused, was she trying to challenge him or not, he couldn't seem to quite get his head around how this girl was just searching in the same area as he had been sleeping in by coincidence. That sort of thing didn't happen, not to him anyway

[eco_terrorista]

"Ah, so you remember my name? An honor. And you'd be surprised," she replied smoothly, head giving a quick nod to the rucksack she'd set down earlier in favor of her katana.

While she spoke she began to move, soundlessly and languidly, her feet testing the ground beneath them while her peripheral vision measured distance and space. The Masamune would certainly have a far greater range than her own sword, and she needed to make herself aware of each and every obstacle around her if she wished to keep her life and limbs. Sephiroth was blocking the only exit out of the derelict building, and the room itself didn't provide a very large arena for their violent excursions. She would have to slip past him, sometime, or force her way out.

Her materia remained quiet in the slots of her twin armlets and guard, but the mako in her blood had already begun to stir.

[sephiroth_san]

The bolt of blue lightning struck Sephiroth back a pace as it connected, but once his own posture was recovered and he took a breath again he was fine, he shook a long silver bang out of his eyes and 'hmphed' at Elfe. This materia being used to break up the constant abuse he could give to her was starting to turn this from a game into something entirely more deadly. Each time she would interrupt him with magic he would renew his attack with renewed vigor, and the cycle was starting to drag on

[eco_terrorista]

She saw the rage in his eyes, but before she had time to finish a shielding spell he had already launched his assault.

One. She hadn't seen it, only felt the cruel bite of the Massamune, the crushing force of his attack as he swept by her.

Two. Her barrier wasn't going to hold, and she struggled to cast another--

Three, four. The damage was causing her nervous system to temporarily short-circuit, synapses unable to keep up with the trauma from the rapid succession of attacks. She couldn't...

Five, six, seven. Her instincts screamed at her to react, adrenaline and mako surging through her veins in a last, desperate attempt to preserve the life that was quickly slipping away.

Eight. She saw fire and smoke, she saw a laboratory.

......"The experiment is a failure. Dispose of the samples."

"Stop... I'm... not dead. Pain... it hurts..."

A child's voice. A girl's. Felicia's. She crashed to the ground, and her world went white.

But she wasn't Felicia, and she wasn't dead. The quiet glow of a last-minute Cure and Shield lingered

[sephiroth_san]

Sephiroth had angled the masamune to deflect the hurled materia as it was thrown at him in what appeared to be a desperation tactic. What he wasn't expecting was for her to shatter the orb just short of it connecting with his blade. The sharp fragments of ice shattered with such precise timing that Sephiroth had to cover his face quickly with an arm block; should any of these sharp projectiles have caught him in the eyes it might have been be a tide-turner.

However the slices caught his shielding arm, ripped through leather with tiny score-lines and from the rush of heat to that area it was concluded that they had managed to at least scratch skin underneath. A couple more of these scratches were felt on legs, their throbbing was fast becoming an irritation when combined with hot leather. Just scratched He reminded himself as this spar turned more deadly by the minute, the sweat and blood on both sides only continued to contribute to the violence between them

[eco_terrorista]

She jumped, slamming her blade onto his and using the force of her arms to push herself upwards into a clean flip-tuck over his head. Her landing was shaky--he'd nearly shattered one of her kneecaps with a brutal kick earlier--and she was parried off another blow as she regained her bearings, using the motion of his slash to tilt her in the right direction