[Time to get out of here]
Who: Sephiroth (maybe involving others anyone paying active attention to events up North)
When: Early Morning Jan 12th, just before these events occur
Location: Northern Caverns/Crater/Continent
Rating: PG
Summary: Having drawn the required energy from Kunsel on 8th Jan, (according to Timeline) the substance of the Mako crystal holding Sephiroth has been changing. Now he’s back in control…
A dull hum-sounding ache of revitalised power rung in Sephiroth’s head again. Awakening him from the small amount of slumber that his mind required every now and again. Sleep without a physical need to do so, a pure mental necessity which was needed to focus clearly.
Ever since the brief encounter with an alcohol-weakened puppet, every beat of his strong pulse had an accompanying ache, built until it felt distinctly like a tightly coiled spring ready to release. By the end of the first day later he had felt all over again and was energised as if he could move once more.
Over the next days, the substance inside the crystal became no longer solid but more bendable to how he wanted it to move, just a thin skin held the overall shape of the cocoon. If he had wanted to it would have been almost possible to have curled into a foetal position when sleep took over him a few hours earlier. He had even managed a blurry-eyed peep out into the green-tinted world before the substance had stung his eyes seconds later.
This morning was different though, Sephiroth felt cold. Biting, almost numbingly cold around his left lower arm; where there had been a large crack before. At first instinct had instructed him to move the cold arm and he did so without the effort of will that had been required to move within the crystal itself. A couple of fist clenches later and Sephiroth found the ability also to flex his entire left arm though lateral movement was still requiring his focussed will and attention to move the crystal around it.
The crystal was melting back into Mako, he realised as the large portion enveloping the rest of his left arm and shoulder began to dislodge. It felt thick, warm and sticky at first but was lighter and more liquid by the time it had gotten a few inches away from the main body of what was solid crystal a few days ago. Eventually dripping between his fingers like water dropping from a condensing icicle. Time to speed this up Sephiroth thought eagerly, too long he had spent alive trapped; it was time to get out.
The crystal responded almost violently to this strongly-willed urge and as if someone had thrown hot water over ice the crystal deteriorated from the top down within a few seconds. Splintering heavily on the inside around Sephiroth’s torso as he drew his first breath in years. Cold air inhaled added credence to the location he suspected he was in, and this was clarified quickly as emerald eyes opened to view the world. Vision was blurry and there was not much light but the layout of this crater was familiar. He should have guessed; logically there was only one place he could have regenerated.
The deteriorating crystal continued to fall away like sticky water from the host for several minutes. It was soon helped by hands and strong arms pulling chunks away to be discarded before they would fall off on their own. Once his vast locks of silver hair were freed and he could chance to move without unnecessary pulling at his scalp, an attempt was made at jumping out of the remainder of this puddle of mostly ooze surrounding everything from the shins down. Mako-soaked leather pants and muscle underneath pulled taut at the effort but it still felt much too dense to shift. A deep sound then distracted him from his task, and in itself created an almost sickening sense of urgency. The earth that the cavern was in seemed to groan loudly which was not a good sign in anyone’s books, a sign perhaps of the Planet’s disagreement.
Easily enough the remains of the crystal allowed Sephiroth’s will to move one leg up and then the other one also but still wouldn’t release him. His right shoulder blade burst forth his infamous black feathery wing after a moment of concentration and he commenced to take off. The combined strength of will and upward thrust proved too much for the failing Mako holding him to the floor of the cave. With the cracking, splintering and finally shattering release of the remains of the crystal the Northern Continent seemed to give under the tension of this epic struggle and unleashed its own thundering destruction across the world.
Sephiroth shot upwards and after a couple of close encounters with shattered pieces of what was ceiling managed to escape through an exploding crystalline peak. It propelled him a little further into the air than he would have liked and with a couple of glass-like slices against his bare arms and chest to show for his ordeal but they would soon go. Hovered there at the high point for a few minutes to observe the consequences of the escape, the new day’s sunlight glinted off his long silver hair being whipped around by the wind and for a moment he took in the view from his height almost admiringly. Once the thinner oxygen started to have the expected light-headed effect Sephiroth began his descent, headed in a glide towards the nearest point of coastline - the northern edge of beach nearest to Edge and the ruins of Midgar. Mother called and he shall find her.
When: Early Morning Jan 12th, just before these events occur
Location: Northern Caverns/Crater/Continent
Rating: PG
Summary: Having drawn the required energy from Kunsel on 8th Jan, (according to Timeline) the substance of the Mako crystal holding Sephiroth has been changing. Now he’s back in control…
A dull hum-sounding ache of revitalised power rung in Sephiroth’s head again. Awakening him from the small amount of slumber that his mind required every now and again. Sleep without a physical need to do so, a pure mental necessity which was needed to focus clearly.
Ever since the brief encounter with an alcohol-weakened puppet, every beat of his strong pulse had an accompanying ache, built until it felt distinctly like a tightly coiled spring ready to release. By the end of the first day later he had felt all over again and was energised as if he could move once more.
Over the next days, the substance inside the crystal became no longer solid but more bendable to how he wanted it to move, just a thin skin held the overall shape of the cocoon. If he had wanted to it would have been almost possible to have curled into a foetal position when sleep took over him a few hours earlier. He had even managed a blurry-eyed peep out into the green-tinted world before the substance had stung his eyes seconds later.
This morning was different though, Sephiroth felt cold. Biting, almost numbingly cold around his left lower arm; where there had been a large crack before. At first instinct had instructed him to move the cold arm and he did so without the effort of will that had been required to move within the crystal itself. A couple of fist clenches later and Sephiroth found the ability also to flex his entire left arm though lateral movement was still requiring his focussed will and attention to move the crystal around it.
The crystal was melting back into Mako, he realised as the large portion enveloping the rest of his left arm and shoulder began to dislodge. It felt thick, warm and sticky at first but was lighter and more liquid by the time it had gotten a few inches away from the main body of what was solid crystal a few days ago. Eventually dripping between his fingers like water dropping from a condensing icicle. Time to speed this up Sephiroth thought eagerly, too long he had spent alive trapped; it was time to get out.
The crystal responded almost violently to this strongly-willed urge and as if someone had thrown hot water over ice the crystal deteriorated from the top down within a few seconds. Splintering heavily on the inside around Sephiroth’s torso as he drew his first breath in years. Cold air inhaled added credence to the location he suspected he was in, and this was clarified quickly as emerald eyes opened to view the world. Vision was blurry and there was not much light but the layout of this crater was familiar. He should have guessed; logically there was only one place he could have regenerated.
The deteriorating crystal continued to fall away like sticky water from the host for several minutes. It was soon helped by hands and strong arms pulling chunks away to be discarded before they would fall off on their own. Once his vast locks of silver hair were freed and he could chance to move without unnecessary pulling at his scalp, an attempt was made at jumping out of the remainder of this puddle of mostly ooze surrounding everything from the shins down. Mako-soaked leather pants and muscle underneath pulled taut at the effort but it still felt much too dense to shift. A deep sound then distracted him from his task, and in itself created an almost sickening sense of urgency. The earth that the cavern was in seemed to groan loudly which was not a good sign in anyone’s books, a sign perhaps of the Planet’s disagreement.
Easily enough the remains of the crystal allowed Sephiroth’s will to move one leg up and then the other one also but still wouldn’t release him. His right shoulder blade burst forth his infamous black feathery wing after a moment of concentration and he commenced to take off. The combined strength of will and upward thrust proved too much for the failing Mako holding him to the floor of the cave. With the cracking, splintering and finally shattering release of the remains of the crystal the Northern Continent seemed to give under the tension of this epic struggle and unleashed its own thundering destruction across the world.
Sephiroth shot upwards and after a couple of close encounters with shattered pieces of what was ceiling managed to escape through an exploding crystalline peak. It propelled him a little further into the air than he would have liked and with a couple of glass-like slices against his bare arms and chest to show for his ordeal but they would soon go. Hovered there at the high point for a few minutes to observe the consequences of the escape, the new day’s sunlight glinted off his long silver hair being whipped around by the wind and for a moment he took in the view from his height almost admiringly. Once the thinner oxygen started to have the expected light-headed effect Sephiroth began his descent, headed in a glide towards the nearest point of coastline - the northern edge of beach nearest to Edge and the ruins of Midgar. Mother called and he shall find her.