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[xredeyedvampx]

Who: Duzell and all who wants to bug him [Open]
When: Right now
Where: Edge of the forest, near town
Rating: PG ish
Warnings: none
Summary: Duzell decided to take a walk with his new sword, in the icy snow.

Comments

I hope you don't mind that it's Sephiroth (again) who I'd like to bring into this log. ^^

[resurrected_god]

Breaking away from the places that he usually wandered, such as the desolate sandy beach or the general outskirts of the city, the silver-haired man took to a little stroll in the forest. As long as he kept far from the city, the voice in his head was easy to ignore. He was never afraid to hide his identity, never the type to hide where he tread because where he was from, he was the best SOLDIER there ever was--a perfect one.

The forest trees protected him from biting winds normally felt on his travels. For Sephiroth, walking through the flakes of falling snow was almost like walking between the raindrops--nothing seemed to land on the tall man. Although superhuman in many ways, the man still could feel cold, still could shudder. But he was taught not to do so and instead schooled his form well, pretended that he felt no such weakness as even the cold.

That is what he'd been taught to be when he was trained to be 'perfect'.

While Genesis and Tifa thought he was a monster, there were some whose opinions begged to differ... He was thinking about his encounter with those little girls when he got one of them a dragon; then, there was that other pink-haired teenage girl who told him that he wasn't a monster and that it was ShinRa Company that was the real monster. If only it weren't for those strange, fragmented memories and his tendency to fall into moments of blind rage, perhaps Sephiroth would not think that he was indeed a monster.

Repentance... was that something that Sephiroth could really do? He'd never actually learned what it was like to repent, and Tifa could not even believe that he'd apologized to her--was he repentant at that time? Had he felt remorse, guilt, or sorrow for what he had done? He wasn't so sure.

Hearing a crunch of snow under someone's foot, Sephiroth turned, glancing in that general direction. If it was someone interesting, someone not of ShinRa, perhaps he could have yet another talk if only to drown the voice that was calling in his head.