003 | [Action Post - Landing]
[Soon the metallic mass of the ruins of Midgar and its now densely-populated Edge-city comes into a clearer view beneath Sephiroth as the gradual descent to the ground reaches it's crux-point. From this height most people would see -something- in the sky should they look up, but that is their problem. He's got as much right to being alive as anyone
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Even so nothing could contain this excitement, this sense of completion as Sephiroth comes to a halt no more than a couple of feet away from Jenova. Emerald eyes glinting down from his height at her, a million things to say...far more to do and yet for now he's struck speechless. His eyes search the familiar curves of her face, remembering the feel of the skin of it in his hands years before. There are only pale pink lines now left to show for the scrapes he incurred in escaping from the crystalline peaks, soon to be healed into matching with his chest and upper arms. His long silver hair is being blown slightly to one side by the breeze that seems to have turned gentler as if it was in anticipation for this Reunion also. Such a thick atmosphere around this whole area or quite possibly this could just be his own sense of anticipation bordering on almost-nerves.
(OOC: We'll just keep it here then :-p suits me fine)
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It pleased her emensely to know how many of her chosen characteristics had passed down to her son. He was taller than she would have thought, but the extra height added to his menace and dominance. This was what she had spent the last fourty years waiting for.
We meet without interference for the first time, she mentally said down their linked cells. There was no need to use vocal cords with him because he would understand how foreign it was for her to do so. You escaped your prison and came to find me so quickly. I am very pleased, my son.
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Sephiroth's awareness of Jenova's (apparent) vulnerability is demonstrated now as he glances past her, and then over both of his own shoulders behind him not believing that there would be no threat to this meeting at all. Silver hair swinging back and forth and then runs one hand up and through one side of his hair smoothing a front bang out of the way as he turns back to Mother.
Unknowing of her alien resilience to temperature his attention is now on how cold she looks, hugging herself across her breasts. Sephiroth takes a bold step forward and closes the distance between the two of them. Hands gently rubbing the cool blue flesh of her shoulders in a completely human way of getting warmer. He knows she has some tolerance to temperature, she must be if she's anything like him but to have been wondering this wasteland for over a week wearing nothing would have chilled him to the bone.
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Her own silver hair moved on its own accord with a simple command on her part, drawing long strands up to move as she deserved. One long strand rose and moved the distance that Sephiroth closed to caress the young man's cheek with what could have been affection.
I will gather the stray members of the flock in time. I have already set into motion the most wayward of my sons to draw close. She had no doubt that Cloud would think that she had been Sephiroth, and that the blond would fall for her trap so easily. Cloud had always been easy to manipulate by heart-strings alone, and the blond would come like a well-trained pup to her side once more. What shall we do with him?
She was confused over the very human gesture to her arms, and she sensed that this had other meanings aside from just simple physical contact. She watched the slow rise and fall of his bare hands against her skin and had to consider the gesture with what she knew of the human race before determining its meaning. Slowly, she dropped her arms so that they tentatively moved to surround Sephiroth's waist. This was called a 'hug', correct? It was common for human mothers to do such gestures to show their appreciation. Being a mother, she should experience such gestures if only once.
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Her words in his head pull him back to reality, foolish to be sharing such sentiments out in the open like this. There are plenty who would be happy to see this dream dashed just at its offset and for her to have started things in motion already…
What did you do? He asks of her, fuelling it with the knowledge that if she doesn’t tell him he could just pick around inside her thoughts for the information he needed. He might just do that anyway but it depends very much on her, enforcing his willpower over her cells hardly seems right now that she is capable of thinking and doing for herself but if necessary…
Then there was further unexpected physical contact as Jenova circled her arms around his waist. Being unfamiliar with willingly allowing any other person this close the primary, instinctual reaction is to instantly tense up. Not out of being startled but more a casual defensive reaction. This tension melts away a couple of seconds later and Sephiroth relishes the flesh-to-flesh contact in the embrace with his Mother.
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Soon enough, the flock will gather once more. The black sheep should come searching by himself in order to limit the risk to those close to him. Such an opportunity would be good not to waste, she thought and a small smirk curved her lips. What will you do, my son?
This human-like gesture was very strange. She felt Sephiroth tensed, and from the minds that she had read, it was not the reaction that should have occurred. She adjusted her arms a little in case they were in the wrong position, though she became aware of when the muscle-tension changed to be more accepting. Human emotions were very strange, and they were often difficult to follow naturally; they were painfully easy to mimic though.
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Lazard, ex-director of SOLDIER and then Zack, ex-colleague turned traitor of Sephiroth's...both abused and mercilessly punished by Jenova for their incompetence. So should be the fate of all that do not deserve a second chance at life.... Sephiroth is sure that both Lazard and Zack had died before...this is something to explore and might explain that dreadful time trapped between life and death in that damnable crystal.
The black sheep AKA Cloud, she mentioned without words. A special punishment should be in store for that one. A smirk which developed into a wider grin cracks across Sephiroth's face as he inclines his head down towards Jenova at her comment
"Such an opportunity would be good not to waste"
She was right. But defeating Cloud finally seems almost too merciful a fate for him. Like hot metal between Sephiroth and Jenova's mind is the pure feeling of anger, of hatred for this particular of the flock.
The Promised Land is too good for him, our Planet does not want him He muses darkly I promised him suffering and that is what he shall recieve...I keep my word. Sephiroth now releases Jenova (but to be fair he hadn't realised that his arms were now around her shoulders) and turns away slightly, scanning the area around them again. Looking for the Remnants maybe with both human sight and feeling for them with down their link...
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He gave you his answer on the ruined rooftop of ShinRa... everything is important, and thus, everything should be taken away. He should be isolated, humiliated, brought to heel like a mongrel pup, Jenova thought and smirked happily with the thought alone. It would be beautiful to have such suffering before her and to offer up to her son as a gift. Shall I make this happen for you, my dearest son?
She stepped away when released, her mismatched eyes peering across the ruins. She soon enough stepped away to crouch by a ruin part of cement and slipped a hand into the small hole there, extending her arm beyond that of any human to the secret stash that she had found earlier. Slowly, she withdrew hand to produce a glowing green orb. Materia... such a fitting way to injure the planet and destroy our enemies at the same time.
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We must cripple the faith they all have in him...strip down his will and bend it like...no, more so than before. Kill his heroism and make his friends his enemies... Sephiroth's shared thoughts wander off slightly to his vengeance upon Cloud whilst his gaze fixed temporarily on the mass of bent and buckled rubble that used to be the proud ShinRa HQ. Perhaps not paying full attention on Jenova as she produced an orb of materia from a hidey hole.
Turning his back on the view he looks over the piece of Materia as Jenova holds it, it's green glow dancing off her features almost as if it was a part of her hand itself. His thoughts wander back to the memories that she shared and the smirk drops slightly, he folds strong arms across his muscular chest and thinks at her
But how...how did you return?
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Having him beat down himself and kill that heroism is easy, but we have both seen into the minds of those who trust him. They stare with respect at him, aware of his failings and accepting that. They will be the hardest to break, but trust takes years to build and only seconds to destroy. That was how human interactions worked after all. They all worked hard fo acceptance and then one mistake would completely isolate someone. He will suffer beautifully.
Rolling the materia in hand as she regarded Sephiroth, there was almost a casual shrug to her shoulders. "I gathered to weak survivors of ShinRa's SOLDIERs and those unwilling to fight the dormant effects of Geostigma. I brought my lost cells together, and, over the years, reformed my vessel to what it is now."
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But then perhaps Zack and Lazard had never died? Sephiroth finds that thinking about it, he can't recall ever feeling them inside the lifestream...in fact the look of near fascination across his features dulls to what could be concern that he can't bring himself to remember seeing or feeling anything within the Lifestream at all. Impossible.
What about the insight Cloud had given him as a puppet in the prequel to Meteor? How he'd considered that he was Zack for a long time...how could that be possible if the puppy had lived...
Sephiroth half sits, half leans against the remains of what was a lamp post, completely bent down to the ground now. He raised a hand to his forehead. Rubbing a little as if needing to warm his brain up to get his memory to recall things. After a couple of minutes of silence and complete lockdown mentally a window opens to Jenova again. Much will need to be done to bring about this break... Referring to Cloud again after the pause. His thoughts trail off as he wonders if it will be all the same, having a person to assist has always been more bothersome in the past...
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She considered the words before nodding her head. Deceiving the mind's eye will be the easy method. However, for anything of this magnitude to work, he must give himself willingly so that blame will rest solely on his own shoulders. Sephiroth was so good at those kinds of necessary actions, had done so in the past to so many people.
It would be interesting to see the kind of pressure could be applied. A decision would be the best method of getting such a pet to come to heel. Decisions meant the illusion of free-will.
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Friendships can be more fragile than one might make oneself believe...we apply the right pressure...we get the desired results...and as you so rightly pointed out the flock is many and most of them don't even know it He drops the hand that was rubbing his forehead and lets both arms drop to his sides in a flex of muscle, his left hand brushing away some crystal dust that decided somehow to stick to his leather pants.
Maybe because he is too human more human than Jenova in terms of genetic makeup, the breeze that just whipped past chilled him more than he would have liked. He tries to resist a shiver as it passes through his hair and over his bare chest. His attention drawn now to the mild change in temperature that has occured as they have been having their little reunion. It must rain soon. Idly Sephiroth stands and looks around again for any small crushed house or room which may do for shelter for the time being.
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I will do as is required for this to happen. Nothing will stop us this time... the fools are too busy worrying over their own shallow little lives, she offered to Sephiroth before turning aside. Rest, my son. Regain yourself, and I will search for a few weaknesses in the flock.
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