Veld didn't like the lab and he didn't like the premise of this. There were ways that Veld would have had this and it would, sadly, have simply resulted in Sephiroth's death. Unfortunate, unfair, violent, but true. Talking to the General wasn't going to change anything. Veld recalled the vicious child that he trained. The fighter who had a lot of spirit and could have been a hero was dead and gone. The child that could have done so much good was gone.
Sad as that fact was, the man that Veld was supposed to speak with was nothing that he could have become and this was a worst case scenario. His frown deepened as he saw what Sephiroth had become. Millions of poetic things that mirrored books like "The Red Pony" or some things of Kipling's tornadoed about Veld's head before he sat down.
[ooc note: before Laylee is there. Late backlog!]sephiroth_sanApril 23 2010, 07:07:49 UTC
Sephiroth's attempts at movement had resulted in a half sat, half lent against the pillows position which just didn't feel stable enough. His arms like supports either side of him with hands spaced out on the mattress below to brace his weight. Problem being one of his arms had been nearly useless when he'd been "recovered"; it was all stitched up nicely and healing now he was sure but damaged muscle needed time to repair within itself. Otherwise his strength from that shoulder could be gone forever. So there was more weight on the pillows and those tender areas than he liked
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"It's a proper statement when greeting someone in the hospital." Veld responded. He sighed and pulled a chair up. Not close enough to be in the General’s wingspan, of course. Veld was an old fox at this point and one didn’t take chances. “I’m aware that this is possibly a lost cause, Sephiroth. I’m not going to sugarcoat anything.” He sighed. “I’m supposed to figure out what was going on in your head this whole time, maybe figure out a way that we can keep ourselves alive.”
He shrugged. “It’s fairly obvious that we have conflicting goal plans. I’ve got no intention to lie to you as long as you keep it frank with me.” Veld’s tone was emotionless, he couldn’t afford for it to be. To be frank, he was fairly sure that everyone thought Sephiroth was impossible to kill, so rehabilitation was their only- extremely distant -option.
"That might possibly be one of the only things we agree on, I've never been one to mince my words." Sephiroth replied to Veld through half lowered eyes which then forcibly blinked to try to clear his head. As if on cue the small whoosh of a timed tranquilizer shot cut off whatever Sephiroth was going to say.
"So then, what do you want to know? I'm sure I told everyone all about it before..mph, but then human selective hearing is a viable excuse I suppose.
As for goals, that depends very much on what yours is."
"I'm going to say this, because I know what they want me to say. We both know how you feel, I'd wager, but-" Veld shrugged again and relaxed, but only in posture. Any fool could see that his gun's safety was off.
"They would like, of course, for everyone to get along and for us to stop trying to have this war about blowing the planet up every fifteen years or so."
Even through eyelids lowered, dully glowing hues danced around every detail of Veld as Sephiroth's mind fought to connect the dots. What did the old man want? Why was he allowed to walk into an infirmary with a firearm? Was this meant to be a threat for him to notice? If so to what end, compliance?
There he'd said it now. Sephiroth's mouth couldn't help but curl up at the corners; but who exactly was 'they'? ShinRa right? The smirk froze on Sephiroth's face as his sharp mind made the connection- they saw Veld as a way into his...what he was before; the great lie.
"Everything is deserved. Thinking that by containing me they can avert the inevitable is similar to a parent being overprotective of an adolescent." Sephiroth fought to clear the growing smirk from his face but now the delayed chuckle was brewing just behind his vocal chords.
He coughed it out in a further reply, "Plus the fact, you like so many others seem to have missed the point entirely. Destruction begins rebirth, Veld. A new start, a cleaner start.."
"There is where we fundamentally disagree, Sephiroth." Veld responded. "It's too easy to break something, far harder to construct. The destruction has an art to it, but that is to use your own word, and adolescent art. If you’re that much better than the rest of us, why not spend the energy and vats of knowledge that you have in instruction? A larger challenge, to be sure.”
Sephiroth knew that Veld was paranoid by nature. Veld lived longer than any other Turk on record; one didn’t do that without being wary. He also knew that Sephiroth probably didn’t take the old superstition about killing old foxes being bad luck as anything factual.
"Logical in some respects. A prime example of the weakness of your species however, to instruct your failing race in anything worth knowing would be a waste of time." Sephiroth near sighed in response and even pulled his shoulders back gingerly in a small stretch
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"People are worth it, Sephiroth." Veld said, and that was honestly. He sighed, the scar on the side of his face moved stiffly. "They are capable of great idiocy, great horrible things, true. But then there are moments where somehow they make it all worth it."
But, Veld wondered, how could someone really understand that. What he could say was unsupportable. There was no proof, no evidence that could be quantified to explain how much little things had changed Veld's life.
From Tseng, to Laura to Elfe, Ifalana, Aerith... to him, those things were precious. Veld's hand ticked, but he didn't go for the weapon. Killing Sephiroth had been done a million times and it wasn't his action to do. There wasn't anything ... right.
Veld felt confused for a moment at his own thoughts. Since when did justice really matter to him at all? "You sound like a cultist, Sephiroth."
This conversation wasn't going badly, but they would never agree.
"People are stupid. Person A might make it worthwhile to Person B but as a whole the whole gesture is useless. Then the question arises, for how long and what are the conditions? Until person A is no longer worth it to person B? Give me a break Professor you know I've been there." Sephiroth forced himself to stop there, this could have turned into a mass rant which he wasn't under any obligation to share with any Shinra lapdog.
Control was the key, keeping that bottled up anger and outrage behind a rigid facade. From which the smirk had dropped now but he still held Veld's attention under an unrelenting emerald stare. Cultist eh? Well at least he didn't sound like a dinosaur trying to keep dead ethics alive. Sephiroth had moved on to his destiny and that was that, for that reason the silver-haired warrior did not reply further to Veld. He set his jaw tight behind racing thoughts and silver locks fell further forward as Sephiroth lent his head down slightly; repositioning to try to get comfortable.
ooc: Sorry it's shortchief_mendacityMay 3 2010, 14:43:42 UTC
Veld shook his head. "As I expected. Despite the fact that we could both debate the topic, we have no intention of yielding to the other." Veld thought another moment about killing Sephiroth, however that was a useless gesture and they both knew it by this time. “I can tell you, so far, you’ve failed. I’ve got no intention on dying quietly, Sephiroth. None of us do.”
Re: ooc: no problemo <3sephiroth_sanMay 3 2010, 19:29:58 UTC
"Everything that clings to life has no desire to die, much less quietly. It's only natural. No one ever wants to return to the very stream of power that gave them being, how selfish of mankind to think somehow they are elevated above the other rules of life." Sephiroth once more lent back against the pillow as far as he could without painful grinding pain occurring in his seat.
Once the pain threshold was met he took a sharp inhalation but the flinch was stopped short by a familiar pulling at his sewn up shoulder. He broke Veld's gaze for a moment to try to take a closer, more complete examination over the situation. Hooked up to this many lines, sensors and other medical equipment which would take more than a few seconds to remove made escape right now impossible; that is should he even be already to incapacitate the old fox. On top of that, he had felt her there on a few fleeting occasions but it could easily have been dismissed as hopeful dreaming, whether she was physically manifest once more and therefore at a location he could
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Veld shook his head. "Sephiroth, you don't know your enemy as well as you think you do. We as a race do not give up the ghost. There's more to heart than you seem to think. The Cetra put Jenova away, it's our turn."
When he spoke in Cetrain, Veld was a bit surprised. The language was old, comforting, he had only heard it from Ifalana's mouth. "It is a parasite that sucks at the life from Mother Gaea. A false goddess that has toyed with you. I cannot save you if you do not realize that, Sephiroth."
(ooc: If you like, I can take out the Cetrain, but considering what's gonna happen I figured it fitting)
And you would dare to deny me of my Mother? Vicious words spat back in Veld's direction at that last part. Sephiroth realized that he did understand Cetrain, one of the many knots of knowledge imparted to him on his first journey through the lifestream no doubt.
Indeed there had been so much knowledge. What these people did not seem to understand was that he was fully aware of what Jenova was and what she was capable of, he loved her for it. It shined behind angry-but-controlled vibrant green eyes that he knew already, but it was his destiny to be with her and that was the end of it. They'd dance on the new Planet together if no one else would join them.
"That isn't your mother. That is a puppetmaster." Veld stood then, because he could almost smell the rot that Jenova brought with her. It wasn't comforting like the smell that Ifalana brought with her, the smell that Aerith carried in her hair. "She has been put down time and again, this shall be no different"
Veld didn't have a homeland. He had no idea why he felt so strongly in this instant about a race that had all but died to be cast into the wind.
It was suddenly funny, the parallels between how Veld described Jenova and Sephiroth's own achievements more recently. Of course, it made perfect sense and 'Mother-like-Son' thoughts made Sephiroth smile once more. Surely Veld was aware of it too, he was an intelligent man.
Sephiroth was a puppetmaster in his own right, had commanded a full-fledged reunion before in order to ensure his own resurrection. It made him wonder, had Jenova once accomplished such a feat herself?
"You all sing the same song, but there are leaders and followers amongst us all. The weak shall inherit nothing"
Sad as that fact was, the man that Veld was supposed to speak with was nothing that he could have become and this was a worst case scenario. His frown deepened as he saw what Sephiroth had become. Millions of poetic things that mirrored books like "The Red Pony" or some things of Kipling's tornadoed about Veld's head before he sat down.
"How are you feeling, General?"
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He shrugged. “It’s fairly obvious that we have conflicting goal plans. I’ve got no intention to lie to you as long as you keep it frank with me.” Veld’s tone was emotionless, he couldn’t afford for it to be. To be frank, he was fairly sure that everyone thought Sephiroth was impossible to kill, so rehabilitation was their only- extremely distant -option.
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"So then, what do you want to know? I'm sure I told everyone all about it before..mph, but then human selective hearing is a viable excuse I suppose.
As for goals, that depends very much on what yours is."
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"They would like, of course, for everyone to get along and for us to stop trying to have this war about blowing the planet up every fifteen years or so."
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There he'd said it now. Sephiroth's mouth couldn't help but curl up at the corners; but who exactly was 'they'? ShinRa right? The smirk froze on Sephiroth's face as his sharp mind made the connection- they saw Veld as a way into his...what he was before; the great lie.
"Everything is deserved. Thinking that by containing me they can avert the inevitable is similar to a parent being overprotective of an adolescent." Sephiroth fought to clear the growing smirk from his face but now the delayed chuckle was brewing just behind his vocal chords.
He coughed it out in a further reply, "Plus the fact, you like so many others seem to have missed the point entirely. Destruction begins rebirth, Veld. A new start, a cleaner start.."
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Sephiroth knew that Veld was paranoid by nature. Veld lived longer than any other Turk on record; one didn’t do that without being wary. He also knew that Sephiroth probably didn’t take the old superstition about killing old foxes being bad luck as anything factual.
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But, Veld wondered, how could someone really understand that. What he could say was unsupportable. There was no proof, no evidence that could be quantified to explain how much little things had changed Veld's life.
From Tseng, to Laura to Elfe, Ifalana, Aerith... to him, those things were precious. Veld's hand ticked, but he didn't go for the weapon. Killing Sephiroth had been done a million times and it wasn't his action to do. There wasn't anything ... right.
Veld felt confused for a moment at his own thoughts. Since when did justice really matter to him at all? "You sound like a cultist, Sephiroth."
This conversation wasn't going badly, but they would never agree.
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Control was the key, keeping that bottled up anger and outrage behind a rigid facade. From which the smirk had dropped now but he still held Veld's attention under an unrelenting emerald stare. Cultist eh? Well at least he didn't sound like a dinosaur trying to keep dead ethics alive. Sephiroth had moved on to his destiny and that was that, for that reason the silver-haired warrior did not reply further to Veld. He set his jaw tight behind racing thoughts and silver locks fell further forward as Sephiroth lent his head down slightly; repositioning to try to get comfortable.
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Once the pain threshold was met he took a sharp inhalation but the flinch was stopped short by a familiar pulling at his sewn up shoulder. He broke Veld's gaze for a moment to try to take a closer, more complete examination over the situation. Hooked up to this many lines, sensors and other medical equipment which would take more than a few seconds to remove made escape right now impossible; that is should he even be already to incapacitate the old fox. On top of that, he had felt her there on a few fleeting occasions but it could easily have been dismissed as hopeful dreaming, whether she was physically manifest once more and therefore at a location he could ( ... )
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When he spoke in Cetrain, Veld was a bit surprised. The language was old, comforting, he had only heard it from Ifalana's mouth. "It is a parasite that sucks at the life from Mother Gaea. A false goddess that has toyed with you. I cannot save you if you do not realize that, Sephiroth."
(ooc: If you like, I can take out the Cetrain, but considering what's gonna happen I figured it fitting)
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Indeed there had been so much knowledge. What these people did not seem to understand was that he was fully aware of what Jenova was and what she was capable of, he loved her for it. It shined behind angry-but-controlled vibrant green eyes that he knew already, but it was his destiny to be with her and that was the end of it. They'd dance on the new Planet together if no one else would join them.
[ooc: no problem hun <3]
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Veld didn't have a homeland. He had no idea why he felt so strongly in this instant about a race that had all but died to be cast into the wind.
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Sephiroth was a puppetmaster in his own right, had commanded a full-fledged reunion before in order to ensure his own resurrection. It made him wonder, had Jenova once accomplished such a feat herself?
"You all sing the same song, but there are leaders and followers amongst us all. The weak shall inherit nothing"
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