[Fight No....2?]
Who: Sephiroth sephiroth_sanand Kira ladyashikira
When: Today ?, couple of days after this conversation
Location: Edge - near Kira's cafe
Rating: PG- 13 (Hopes it's high enough, may edit later)
Summary: Jenova's massacre at a certain orphanage seems to have pulled a loose thread in Sephiroth's mind which has been nagging on and off since he gleaned that memory from her. Wanting to see the place for himself in order to quiet nightmares and set ghosts to rest- they all did die for a good purpose, Sephiroth heads mostly over but through some parts of Edge looking for the building. He knows it's nearest to the Midgar-ruins side of the civilization but has no qualms walking some of the streets in Edge. It's a new city and to know cities you need to know them from ground level not just from the air. Kira's cafe happens to be down one of those streets...
Drip....drip.....drip-drip
Sephiroth shuddered slightly at the memory still fairly fresh from the previous night's bad dream. Not at the blood that had been spilled, not even that it had been children, but something about that particular gleaned memory had struck an uncomfortable chord within him. Jenova had killed children who didn't have parents, for no apparant reason...alright it had caught Cloud's attention but if Cloud hadn't been there then Why?- was there even a reason?
You were an orphan once, remember...
No, he was lied to. Lied to his entire life about his origins and by proxy all his hard work and achievements hadn't been for himself at all. Just Shinra, and those scientists. He had come to that conclusion years ago, that was just how it'd worked. He wasn't human, all of those children had died for the greater good. For their geostigma-infected energy to be absorbed back into the lifestream, to be used when he needed the energy to complete his ascension - to obtain the long- desired Godhood. This planet belonged to Mother and Mother had given it to him.
Yet still Sephiroth found himself walking a relaxed pace, down one street in Edge - at the Edge of Midgar. Though his pace was relaxed and steady, his goal was forming in his mind. Find that orphanage, see for himself...and then what. He wasn't sure yet, perhaps the nightmares would go away and his thoughts would quieten. He could concentrate again then, focus and execute his plan with signature precision. He paid no mind to the occasional scurried actions of passers-by, they would be grovelling soon enough to him. All silver hair and leather swaying to and fro with each step as he headed down this street.
When: Today ?, couple of days after this conversation
Location: Edge - near Kira's cafe
Rating: PG- 13 (Hopes it's high enough, may edit later)
Summary: Jenova's massacre at a certain orphanage seems to have pulled a loose thread in Sephiroth's mind which has been nagging on and off since he gleaned that memory from her. Wanting to see the place for himself in order to quiet nightmares and set ghosts to rest- they all did die for a good purpose, Sephiroth heads mostly over but through some parts of Edge looking for the building. He knows it's nearest to the Midgar-ruins side of the civilization but has no qualms walking some of the streets in Edge. It's a new city and to know cities you need to know them from ground level not just from the air. Kira's cafe happens to be down one of those streets...
Drip....drip.....drip-drip
Sephiroth shuddered slightly at the memory still fairly fresh from the previous night's bad dream. Not at the blood that had been spilled, not even that it had been children, but something about that particular gleaned memory had struck an uncomfortable chord within him. Jenova had killed children who didn't have parents, for no apparant reason...alright it had caught Cloud's attention but if Cloud hadn't been there then Why?- was there even a reason?
You were an orphan once, remember...
No, he was lied to. Lied to his entire life about his origins and by proxy all his hard work and achievements hadn't been for himself at all. Just Shinra, and those scientists. He had come to that conclusion years ago, that was just how it'd worked. He wasn't human, all of those children had died for the greater good. For their geostigma-infected energy to be absorbed back into the lifestream, to be used when he needed the energy to complete his ascension - to obtain the long- desired Godhood. This planet belonged to Mother and Mother had given it to him.
Yet still Sephiroth found himself walking a relaxed pace, down one street in Edge - at the Edge of Midgar. Though his pace was relaxed and steady, his goal was forming in his mind. Find that orphanage, see for himself...and then what. He wasn't sure yet, perhaps the nightmares would go away and his thoughts would quieten. He could concentrate again then, focus and execute his plan with signature precision. He paid no mind to the occasional scurried actions of passers-by, they would be grovelling soon enough to him. All silver hair and leather swaying to and fro with each step as he headed down this street.