009| [Backlog Filler Post?/ Day after the fight]
This is exactly why it is a good idea to have a stock of Cure materia around. Sephiroth thought to himself as he stretched out over the large couch in the living room of the Farmhouse, idly feeling the new layer of flesh which lay in a strip from about half way up his breastbone down and a little to the right through his upper abs. It had taken a fair few casts of Cure to get the flesh to knit back together, not to mention the help from Mother to rest and regenerate quickly the Jenova cells lost through the blood. It was hard to believe that it was only yesterday.
No, this is what happens if you get so convinced you are going to win a fight and leave yourself open, Sephiroth scolded himself. Then why did that scolding voice sound like Angeal briefly? Not that his ex-friend had ever had a reason to scold him like some second, back then but Sephiroth imagined that would be exactly what it sounded like. It had been foolish to think that Cloud could have been so easily played with. Cloud could have won the fight instantly with a more focused blow like the one he had dealt him, and that wouldn't have helped anyone. Nor would it have proved to Mother that he could win and wouldn't fail her again, which in turn wouldn't bode well for their combined attempt to finally bring this world to it's knees. Never again, anyway it turned out alright just as Mother said it would.
They had Cloud now, all neatly locked away like the little puppet whose joints had gotten too worn for use on the stage any longer. Sephiroth had every intention to make him suffer for every little thing that had ever irritated, defied or downright stopped Sephiroth's will over this Planet. It was going to be a long, hard torture for Cloud as death would be too good for him. Sephiroth would see him on his knees begging for mercy before turning him back to the wrecks of his life that they would cause. Torment at least until his time in this realm became over with, eternal torment would be secured once Sephiroth realized his ultimate goal. Sephiroth mulled these thoughts over and over to himself, Cloud had been left alone up until now but soon, very soon the real vengeance would begin.
[ooc: The day after the fight, also after this]
No, this is what happens if you get so convinced you are going to win a fight and leave yourself open, Sephiroth scolded himself. Then why did that scolding voice sound like Angeal briefly? Not that his ex-friend had ever had a reason to scold him like some second, back then but Sephiroth imagined that would be exactly what it sounded like. It had been foolish to think that Cloud could have been so easily played with. Cloud could have won the fight instantly with a more focused blow like the one he had dealt him, and that wouldn't have helped anyone. Nor would it have proved to Mother that he could win and wouldn't fail her again, which in turn wouldn't bode well for their combined attempt to finally bring this world to it's knees. Never again, anyway it turned out alright just as Mother said it would.
They had Cloud now, all neatly locked away like the little puppet whose joints had gotten too worn for use on the stage any longer. Sephiroth had every intention to make him suffer for every little thing that had ever irritated, defied or downright stopped Sephiroth's will over this Planet. It was going to be a long, hard torture for Cloud as death would be too good for him. Sephiroth would see him on his knees begging for mercy before turning him back to the wrecks of his life that they would cause. Torment at least until his time in this realm became over with, eternal torment would be secured once Sephiroth realized his ultimate goal. Sephiroth mulled these thoughts over and over to himself, Cloud had been left alone up until now but soon, very soon the real vengeance would begin.
[ooc: The day after the fight, also after this]