Recovering and inclined to madness...
Characters: Sephiroth and any that want to destroy things. Just be wary of each other.
Where: Outside of the main complex, closer towards the New York City slice and in the middle of the street.
When: After Crane's gas incident and after the people have started to disappear in favor of monsters and things taking their place.
What: The SOLDIER General is temporarily...insane and reality is a bit warped. That and he's found monsters. Want to play?
Warnings: Blood, violence, possibly disturbing things, I dunno. I leave these open to interpretation.
Notes: ..none that I can think of, maybe we can get some more activity here, and more than for just playing with Sephiroth either; this is more a generic "HAY GAIS, THERE BE MONSTERZ. GO GET 'DEM. Or be sleuth-y detective."
A mutated smile twitched across his face as he stood amongst the dimming crowds of aimless, hiding people. They were running, they were whispering in worry and holding each other close as if some maniacal pariah had come forth and spoken words of eternal damnation while offering the solution to Mankind's infection.
The world was falling apart. People were missing. Women, children, men, lovers, brothers, sons, daughters, wives... All of them. So effortlessly lost into the great transcendence that was the Ring's spire and rising limits.
The world didn't make any sense in his head anymore, his body had partially begun to reject itself, the Jenova cells paralyzed; never before had Jenova herself encountered such a freak accident compelled by Fear, and never before had even all the drugs that had been methodically pumped into the super soldier's body reacted so badly to one another.
Sanity hung by shreds as he looked around, his well placed programming screaming beneath a heap of melted brain functions to do what the General always did. Find and eliminate the threat. Ensure the safety of the balance of things.
You see, there were these things. Things that caused trouble. Things crawled across walls, things bathed in back alley darkness and seedy bars, snatching, biting, and blood ran like wine. He would stop them, of course, this was what his job was.
Aheh. Heh. Hehehe...
His eyes flared the telltale green as he gazed idly, still smiling like a maniac, at the shadows that twisted and morphed along the front side of windows, the reflections all having turned to laughing happy faces as the people inside were filleted and gutted like fish, their tiny screams and cries so barely heard from so far below. The story was the same from one part to another, so it was no big surprise. His fingers twitched on the handle of his sword, a lengthy katana called Masamune, and he could hear it asking to be used.
Begging, lapping at his hand like so much a pitiful mutt hopeful for meaty scraps from the Master's table.
And Sephiroth would give it what it wanted. He had to protect the citizens, right? And his sword had been such a good weapon, always by his side, always loyal, always there for him when the rest of the world seemed to become useless.
A step forward and he began to walk towards the City - a twisted nightmare of both his mind and the creatures that made such a mess. Question was...what was real and what was in his nightmares? It was possible he would turn at any moment and use that blade upon an innocent, upon something completely random. He could be manipulated, twisted, unaware for now until his body rearranged itself and finished refurbishing its defenses.
God only knows what mess he would find himself in once he awoke again.
Where: Outside of the main complex, closer towards the New York City slice and in the middle of the street.
When: After Crane's gas incident and after the people have started to disappear in favor of monsters and things taking their place.
What: The SOLDIER General is temporarily...insane and reality is a bit warped. That and he's found monsters. Want to play?
Warnings: Blood, violence, possibly disturbing things, I dunno. I leave these open to interpretation.
Notes: ..none that I can think of, maybe we can get some more activity here, and more than for just playing with Sephiroth either; this is more a generic "HAY GAIS, THERE BE MONSTERZ. GO GET 'DEM. Or be sleuth-y detective."
A mutated smile twitched across his face as he stood amongst the dimming crowds of aimless, hiding people. They were running, they were whispering in worry and holding each other close as if some maniacal pariah had come forth and spoken words of eternal damnation while offering the solution to Mankind's infection.
The world was falling apart. People were missing. Women, children, men, lovers, brothers, sons, daughters, wives... All of them. So effortlessly lost into the great transcendence that was the Ring's spire and rising limits.
The world didn't make any sense in his head anymore, his body had partially begun to reject itself, the Jenova cells paralyzed; never before had Jenova herself encountered such a freak accident compelled by Fear, and never before had even all the drugs that had been methodically pumped into the super soldier's body reacted so badly to one another.
Sanity hung by shreds as he looked around, his well placed programming screaming beneath a heap of melted brain functions to do what the General always did. Find and eliminate the threat. Ensure the safety of the balance of things.
You see, there were these things. Things that caused trouble. Things crawled across walls, things bathed in back alley darkness and seedy bars, snatching, biting, and blood ran like wine. He would stop them, of course, this was what his job was.
Aheh. Heh. Hehehe...
His eyes flared the telltale green as he gazed idly, still smiling like a maniac, at the shadows that twisted and morphed along the front side of windows, the reflections all having turned to laughing happy faces as the people inside were filleted and gutted like fish, their tiny screams and cries so barely heard from so far below. The story was the same from one part to another, so it was no big surprise. His fingers twitched on the handle of his sword, a lengthy katana called Masamune, and he could hear it asking to be used.
Begging, lapping at his hand like so much a pitiful mutt hopeful for meaty scraps from the Master's table.
And Sephiroth would give it what it wanted. He had to protect the citizens, right? And his sword had been such a good weapon, always by his side, always loyal, always there for him when the rest of the world seemed to become useless.
A step forward and he began to walk towards the City - a twisted nightmare of both his mind and the creatures that made such a mess. Question was...what was real and what was in his nightmares? It was possible he would turn at any moment and use that blade upon an innocent, upon something completely random. He could be manipulated, twisted, unaware for now until his body rearranged itself and finished refurbishing its defenses.
God only knows what mess he would find himself in once he awoke again.