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[ake_no_rosso]

Who: Rosso the Crimson (ake_no_rosso), Sephiroth (sephiroth_san)
When: Day 51(?), 10:30 p.m.
Location: Small Refugee Camp, North of Cosmo Canyon
Rating: PG-13 for lots of implied violence.
Summary: Rosso's awake, and doing what she does best: kill people.

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- Attempt -

[sephiroth_san]

The view from the mountainside was pretty immense from this height. Sephiroth was perched on an outcrop of rock which might have been hazardous for anyone without his superior intuition and balance. Flight had started to ache in places that he couldn't figure out why and so despite his need to get to Nibelheim and meet with his brothers the final leg would have to be completed in the morning. Another rough night out in the wilderness stretched itself out in front of him much like the fading light from the day had.

However he found he wasn't succumbing to the human weaknesses that he had expected to. Hunger seemed to have vanished completely, Mother's cells provided everything that he needed. Everything else was habit. She had indeed been the light of revelation during her short stay in this realm.

It had been interesting encountering a Turk at Gongaga briefly. Sephiroth had expected it to be so backwater that he could have rested in relative safety. But like so many dreams that had been shattered it was not meant to be. He would have to go back there at a later stage to discover the secret there. Yazoo would be avenged and Sephiroth was sure that the Remnants would also enjoy that vengeance.

A flash of light on the dark ground caught Sephiroth's eye as he cast his green gaze across the ground so many meters below. It was probably a trick of the light. A sign surely that exhaustion would start to knock on the back door of his consciousness soon and some restless, light sleep might follow. But again, there was another orange flash down there followed by a strange howling on the wind. The sound of fearful screams wafted up into the mountains on the still night. It took the second wave of this song before Sephiroth recognized it for what it was.

Screams It seemed that the cull was occurring without him. Impossible Sephiroth blinked himself back into full alertness and once more his feathery limb was summoned. It took him to the air hovering almost immediately as he squinted in the darkness to ascertain what was going on down there. He had to find out. Sephiroth launched himself from the mountainside with a determined beat of black wing. He descended quickly but not so fast as to sky dive, initially to get a closer look.

[ake_no_rosso]

Most of the 'action' had died off by the time the one-winged angel found himself in the ruins of the camp site. Some of the fires were still going strong, but the inhabitants seemed to have all fled. Those that weren't lying about in bloody piles on the ground, that is.

Rosso herself was picking through the wreckage for any sign of who these people might have been, or where this place might be. Shoot first, ask questions later, it appeared. Her eyes drew skyward once again, however, when a dark shape barely illuminated by the smoldering flames, swooped overhead, and her taloned hands closed into fists.

Who...?

[sephiroth_san]

30 Second Fury

Was the thought that passed through Sephiroth's mind as he swooped in close for a better look. Most of the refugees had either fled to a safe distance into the night or were left where they had fallen. He thought he saw someone rummaging amidst the now-smaller flames, with equally fiery hair and what appeared to be a long red tassel as part of their attire.

Lightly the one-winged angel allowed his feet to rest on the ground silently before folding the large black wing back into his back a little in case there might be a reason to take to the air again. Silver hair fell around him with the landing but settled itself well disciplined down his back. The light from the flames danced on the shining pauldrons at his shoulders as Sephiroth regarded his only company in the almost circle of flames - this stranger.

[ake_no_rosso]

She had never seen him herself before, but there was no mistaking him.

He embodied unimaginable grace and power, his gaze intelligent and calculating. Something about him made her senses stand at absolute attention, a predator sensing a more powerful alpha in the territory and poised to see what came of the encounter.

"Well well well...imagine finding the great Sephiroth in a backwater place like this," she remarked, her head cocking slightly to one side as she shifted to face him more fully. Alert, yes, but not afraid. She feared nothing, feared no one, not even the greatest SOLDIER who had ever lived, the goal towards the scientists of Deepground had been laboring. Even Weiss was no match... Yet she found herself intrigued, rather than alarmed or threatened.

"I take it rumors of your death were greatly exaggerated, darling?"

[sephiroth_san]

One large feathery black wing was poised in a gesture which could only be described as cautious. Sephiroth did not know this woman at all, much more reason to not let anything slip until he knew more about who (or what) he was dealing with. The rest of Sephiroth, however was confident almost to the point that he might be accused of being cocky.

Except that most cocky people could not back up their attitude and Sephiroth had every reason to believe that he was the ultimate authority on this Planet. It was his destiny and therefore his duty to reign over this world for Mother and this aura of authority mixed with deadly promises is what emanated strongly from Sephiroth as his gleaming green orbs poured over every detail of the person he was now faced with.

Her comments drew a small smile from the otherwise expressionless face and eventually it cracked into a light, two-huffed chuckle.

"You shouldn't believe in rumors..." His tone rolled thick and matter-of-factly from his mouth. Sephiroth was most definitely not about to reveal that he was well aware that he'd died once before, thrice in fact if you could count using a Remnant of himself to manifest his own appearance. Every time Mother had made it that he had returned to try again. She did so much for him.

[ake_no_rosso]

"Rumors can be useful, at times. There's no sense turning away anything that could be of use," she countered smoothly, arms folding lightly about her middle as she strode closer. The soft fabric of her scarlet train drug through the dust as she moved, each step methodical and deliberate. She was still somewhat surprised to see Shinra's former general here, but that meant this place must be close to somewhere of interest.

"It's clear enough that you're not. What of it?"

[sephiroth_san]

Sephiroth watched Rosso step deliberately closer, purposefully step-by-step. Lightly he tilted his head to one side, silver bangs at the front following the movement framing his face like some gleaming picture frame. He shrugged in response to her comment about rumors. True as it was he had not ever been one for rumors. For the time being he vanished one large black feathered limb into the darkness, a few feathers tickled the dirt before vanishing like smoke.

"What of it?" He repeated her question whilst trying not to sound equally perplexed by her approach to him. Most would turn and run or at the very least panic enough to get him edgy. Those people usually ended up stabbed, dismembered or otherwise dead in some way or another. None of them understood, what he did was for the best.

"My Mother makes it this way. There is still much work to be done..."