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A deadly little game of Marco-Polo

Aug 04, 2009 12:43

Who: Elena | Sephiroth | Remnants (?)
When: Day 60 - afternoon
Location: Shinra Manor, Nibelheim
Rating: PG-13 / R (depending on the level of gore)
Summary: Elena finally makes it to Nibelheim and her first stop in her search is Shinra Manor.

( Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall. )

yazoo, elena, sephiroth

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((I think an opening for Yazoo to arrive will show itself soon. XD)) puisne_turk August 17 2009, 21:17:50 UTC

What the hell?
Man, did you get your ass handed to you.
I am so screwed...
Meh...not bad...I’ve seen better though.
Tseng is gonna be so mad at me.

Of all the materia that Elena knew and used, Stop was her least favorite - borderline hated - of them all. Slowing time to the point of feeling frozen in her own shoes, it made the opponent/victim helpless and incapable of protecting themselves. And if she didn't know any better, she would have sworn that Sephiroth had used a Stop matreia to freeze her in place. Her legs, now weighted down by invisible one thousand pound bracelets, kept her stationary while her arms, bent slightly at the elbows to hold her firearm level to her chest, slackened so her shot was now aimed more at the man’s middle than his chest. Her heart, however, felt like it had cast Haste and was now thumping a million miles a minute.

By Odin, he was torn up. Whatever had happened here, whoever had fought him and died - or lived - at least had the privilege of causing some damage to the infamous SOLDIER. Though what ( ... )

Re: ((not before a little *fail*tussle)) sephiroth_san August 17 2009, 21:49:43 UTC

Sephiroth's grip on Elena's gun tightened just a little as he considered just ripping it from her grasp, then relaxed just a fraction as common sense seemed to work it's way through the layers of desperation to be rid if the intruder. Even if he did disarm her, she'd probably kick him next and that might hurt. Healing scrapes did not need to be reopened thank you very much ( ... )

Re: ((...ain't my best...sorry)) puisne_turk August 17 2009, 23:32:28 UTC

Elena's mouth pursed in frustration. Yes, he looked a hell of a lost worse than he probably was. But he wasn't exactly moving to attack her, now was he? Then again, from the files, he seemed to prefer to toy with his victims before outright killing them. A mental image of Reeve, injured and rather helpless looking, made her stomach feel heavy and laden with stones ( ... )

Re: sephiroth_san August 18 2009, 07:29:49 UTC

The damn cloth was wiped once across Sephiroth's face and then folded over the edge of the basin. The not-so soft texture had irritated the deep gouge on his cheek but just this small gesture had made him feel several times cleaner than he knew for a fact he wasn't.

Not here to kill me huh? What the hell, therefore is a Turk doing here and unaccompanied. Surely they wouldn't be so stupid...but then, they did send a small army...

The thought train was interuppted as Elena mocked Yazoo. His green eyes narrowed at her and he set his jaw; controlled anger for now. How DARE she talk about his family like that. He took a step back towards her, threateningly ( ... )

((Aww, snap...Sephy hit a raw nerve...gonna make Laney cry)) puisne_turk August 19 2009, 14:13:06 UTC

Wow, he looked like crap. Seriously, he was marred up worse than she’d ever seen him. (Then again, she'd never seen Sephiroth with so much as a paper cut and the Remnants - well - a certain Chocobo-head had taken away her satisfaction of killing them the first time around) Elena could almost feel bad for him, knowing exactly how much strength it took just to stand on your own two feet after such a beating. But, then again, this was Sephiroth, and she was sure he wouldn't grant her the luxury of pity if the roles were reversed.

Elena's body recoiled, her back arching away as Sephiroth moved forward. She would have preferred that he hit her, kick her, cause any sort of physical pain. But the blow she took instead was much, much worse. It was the way he said her name, the matter-of-fact tone as he explained that he saw all that the Remnants had done. The people they killed, the luring of Edge's children sick with the Geostigma, the torture of -

Stop it! STOP it! JUST SHUT UP! SHUT THE HELL UP!Elena would have screamed, a piercing and ( ... )

Re:((*Oooooooo this is Sephy, but i will offer Laney-hugs*)) sephiroth_san August 19 2009, 16:41:39 UTC

Unknowing of Elena's inner plight Sephiroth continued to play right against her strength. When she recoiled, he stepped closer, thought for a moment he saw something fighting behind Elena's eyes. Perhaps that so-called fear that she seemed to like to come across as being untouched by.

"So the world is a bullies playground now, I shall have to keep that in mind. Bigger bullies picking on those lower on their pecking order, deciding what is right and wrong for the world. Those outcast for appearing, thinking and generally being different from everyone else...well maybe someone needs to put a stop to it" Sephiroth responded to Elena. Thoughts rushing through his mind quicker than they should in this state, giving a surreal tinge to everything around him down here. It bordered on dizziness.

Revenge. ShinRa...no, this WHOLE PLANET deserve my vengence but everytime something gets in the way...is that through my own failings? Mother would know but I can't ask her...but it's fine, that particular thorn won't be sticking in my side anymore ( ... )

Re: This almost was a FALCON PUNCH! moment ((Laney likes hugs!)) puisne_turk August 19 2009, 21:01:43 UTC

Despite the panic, the fear digging deep into her stomach as the space between herself and the ex-First Class SOLDIER closed, Elena had a little epiphany. A corner of her mouth quirked up into a smarmy grin and her right hand stretched out of its fisted form as if offering a handshake.

"Hi there Mister Pot. My name's Kettle. Fancy meeting you here," she finished with a full-on smile, faking naive innocence. Fucking hypocrite...

Behind the mask of her weak sarcasm, Elena was listening. And listening hard. In fact, she could almost hear Hojo in the way that he spoke. And there was that gaze of assessment as he sized her up - and it took a great amount of inner strength to not visibly shiver under his scrutinizing gaze. Her hand, still extended in a mock handshake, turned so her palm faced his incoming figure as she matched him step by step backwards.

"Well forgive us if preventing you from destroying the planet was 'sticking our nose where it wasn't wanted.' How could we have been so selfish? And in case you forgot ( ... )

Re: time to get a little close, feel free to start something lol, he's not going to attack first sephiroth_san August 19 2009, 21:42:55 UTC

"You see? That is the problem with your pathetic race. You simply see what you want to see. That in the end, everything would be better." Sephiroth stepped in so close to Elena now, that he could quite easily grab her collar or something. It crossed his mind even but then he decided against it.

Don't start what you can't finish In this case meaning that a fight with Elena probably wouldn't be to smartest thing to jump into right now.

"Alas the victors write the history books so it will always be that I tried to destroy the Planet. It works for ShinRa to file that nicely into their cover stories. Everyone seems to forget that the aim was to make the Planet better but obviously ShinRa forget that as they are not to be part of it...but then I guess there is too much knowledge involved for you to understand ( ... )

Re: Talk about close! *fans self* I do declare, I'm suffering from the vapors! *TURKEY PUNCH - HO!*) puisne_turk August 20 2009, 18:30:22 UTC

"You forget that it's my pathetic race that beat yours. And it's my pathetic race that can learn to change. In the end, both the planet and us as a race will be better. No thanks to you, of course."

He was close. Too close. She could smell the encroaching infection of his wounds and the bitter rust smell of blood. Her nose crinkled up again, an infringement on the seriousness in her face. Really, as long as she kept him talking the longer she had time to plan, to hopefully tire him out. Such philosophical conversations were - when not in the right mindset - exhausting on both body and mind.

"You talk about old ShinRa. You know nothing of the new one, or its goals and ambitions. Really, you're falling right into your own verbage and casting yourself in the role of the fallen anti-hero. You had fought for your version of a better planet, and you lost. Now we - and I don't mean just ShinRa - are fighting for a better planet as well. We nearly lost her twice, and we've suffered for our mistakes. But we have learned." Elena paused. "But ( ... )

O......o (ooc: sorry its a bit fail. headache, bruised knuckles and tired doesn't help) sephiroth_san August 20 2009, 22:18:26 UTC

Sephiroth merely found Elena's comments amusing, as she attempted to talk back against his own infallable logic.

It all seemed to blur into noise rather than speech as she continued. Half way through, Sephiroth's world decided to sway and half spin around him. It was starting to wear on him, all this damn slow healing. By all rights he probably shouldn't even be up and walking around yet. What hurt more was the fact that if Mother hadn't vanished like she had, there would not be a need to wait. All of these wounds would be gone by now, just like she healed him after that fight with Cl-

Thump, squelch came out of no where as in the near delirious haze Sephiroth was unable to focus on Elena ( ... )

Keh-heh-heh! ((ooc: Owie! No fail in your post, dear, just awesomesauce)) puisne_turk August 21 2009, 14:00:59 UTC

Ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit...Elena had hoped, and not really expected, to be successful with her hit. She had anticipated hitting hardened flesh, bruising her knuckles with their impact, and leaving little to no mark of her own. But, as the front of her fist hit flesh, her expectation was replaced with surprise as her punch continued inward into soft flesh, the weight behind her punch pushing through her shoulder and arm into his stomach ( ... )

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