Sephiroth; ♞ 1 || Take A Breath; Hold It In
Who: furorimperator || Open
Where: Lake Meridian, Residential District
When: Late evening | perhaps an hour or so after this.
Style: First | Third
Warnings: Errr, semi-naked General? But nothing R rated, promise.
Status: Incomplete, wide open, bb's.
( All in all you're no good | You don't cry like you should | Let it go if you could | When love dies in the end )
Where: Lake Meridian, Residential District
When: Late evening | perhaps an hour or so after this.
Style: First | Third
Warnings: Errr, semi-naked General? But nothing R rated, promise.
Status: Incomplete, wide open, bb's.
( All in all you're no good | You don't cry like you should | Let it go if you could | When love dies in the end )
Unabashed at his unclothed state, the tall General gave the creature a polite nod; some sort of equs, it seemed. Equines were rare in Midgar, but not totally unheard of. And the fact that this one possessed the ability to speak was indeed a novelty.
Nevertheless, it seemed this world was full of surprises, therefore Sephiroth resolved to puzzle it out later. For now, he stood unflinching and answered in his quiet baritone, "I admit I was surprised to encounter her in the lake." A glimmer of mirth sparked in deep green. "She was indeed a worthy companion."
The animal's latter comment sparked a tiny frown between his brows and Sephiroth paused. He'd come here to forget his troubles, by Shiva. Feigned nonchalance prompted the shrug of a bare shoulder. "Perhaps, but they are fleeting. And will be resolved soon. One way or the other."
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"The trifles of men are always fleeting," to her at least. She had seen enough wars and the petty fights to know that there was never any real reason for them. Some nonsense over land they didn't actually own, land that had been there before them and would be there after them. Or nonsense over love and religion or whatever else humans decided to fight about. Even having experienced love, she could not think about starting a war with someone over it, yet the Greeks went for one woman.
Unicorn merely gazed at the boy, sensing some sort of power in him but she paid it little mind. Rather she merely shook her head and started to walk away.
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Sephiroth watched her watching him, his own gaze curious as he gazed at the lovely thing. He'd never before seen the like and somehow doubted he never would again, outside of this strange new world. But then, perhaps the gilded creature was a prisoner here, just as all the rest.
It surprised him a bit when she said nothing more, but turned away, presumably to again disappear into the trees near the lakeshore. Some internal prod prompted him to gently call out, "Curiosity satisfied, gentle creature?"
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"If that is what you wish to call it. You should come more often. Nessie is in need of those not afraid to swim with her. You will have my protection, for now. In this forest."
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And likewise for Sephiroth, any reaction other than rage, blind hatred or animosity -even apathy- was a welcome distraction.
"I thank you, then. My name is Sephiroth, should you ever have need of me."
He honestly didn't know why she might, but it never hurt to offer, after all.
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In answer, he reached for his coat and withdrew the bracer which housed his softly glowing materia. Extracting one of the orbs from the slot, he held it in the palm of his hand, its soft purple glow almost palpable.
"Perhaps this is what you sense," he told her. "This is magic from my world, called materia. It is harnessed energy from our Planet's core, crystallized into different forms. This particular one holds the power of Thunder, and is generally used in battle." He rolled the little marble to his fingers, extending it for her perusal.
"There are others, of course. Some which cure and others which heighten the caster's natural abilities. The stronger a caster's will, the stronger the materia responds."
Which was why his own were mastered at their very highest levels.
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"No... that is not what I sense, though it is a part of it," she tilted her head as she gazed at him. "You are very different for a man."
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Unlike the other SOLDIERs under his command, he was blissfully ignorant of the cocktail which coursed through his blood and made up his dazzlingly unique DNA. All in all, it mattered very little; Sephiroth wasn't one to believe his own propaganda, no matter how much PR might promote it.
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But her latter comment was puzzling and Sephiroth frowned a bit. "We are who we are. Regardless of blood. Strength lies in the will, or so it seems to me."
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"Some do. Others simply carry on, doing what they must. It's a matter of honor, after all."
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