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Characters: Scarecrow (ornithophobia), Sephiroth pure-lineage: NOW OPEN to new threads.
Location: Casual Communal Rooftop (aka, Sephiroth's territory >.>)
Rating: I'll start with PG for now >.>
Time: 27th July - Early Morning.
Description: Sephiroth's quietly contemplating life in Death City before his sanctuary is invaded by an unexpected visitor.
The weather seemed to be consistently getting warmer ever since the end of the battle. He wasn't certain if the increase had been linked to Adachi's defeat or not, but the ex-General had noted the trivial piece of information regardless. The heat never bothered him in his past, and it was something that didn't bother him right now. No, the fact that he had nothing to contemplate but what the weather was like in Death City was more than enough to fill in that void than the heat itself.
This wasn't what it was supposed to be like, and despite fighting in that battle, Sephiroth felt himself lost and unsure of which direction to truly take. He had once been a General... he had once almost been a God... and now what was he? Sure he knew what direction both Cloud and Genesis wanted him to take, but it had been something he'd never asked for.
The stillness of the city around him while the others recovered only appeared to be stagnant to the once General, and loath as he was to admit it, he much preferred the battlefield than the quiet moments that settled in between. They were always the moments that he felt the most useless, and it was a feeling he hated experiencing.
Now he had been reduced to inwardly musing about the weather. What would those of the past think of him now? It was a thought that caused the corner of his lips to curve up bitterly. The Great General of ShinRa contemplating what the temperature was.
Sephiroth pulled his mind from his thoughts as he remained standing out at the far edge of the rooftop. Shaking his head, Sephiroth stepped over to stand directly on the edge before he glanced down towards the street below. There was still quite a lot of clean up for the city to do, but he could still catch sight of the few insect-sized humans walking along the street. It would be so easy for him to swoop down from here and take their lives, but there was now a feeling of caution and hesitation felt within that kept him standing on the ledge.
His gaze roamed over the now-familiar sight of the city stretching out, and he found his mind drifting back to the conversation he had with Rhode. He could always change rooftop, yes, but to him it never mattered. The scene stretching out in front of him would still bring about the same level of enjoyment... it would still have the same meaning behind it.
Location: Casual Communal Rooftop (aka, Sephiroth's territory >.>)
Rating: I'll start with PG for now >.>
Time: 27th July - Early Morning.
Description: Sephiroth's quietly contemplating life in Death City before his sanctuary is invaded by an unexpected visitor.
The weather seemed to be consistently getting warmer ever since the end of the battle. He wasn't certain if the increase had been linked to Adachi's defeat or not, but the ex-General had noted the trivial piece of information regardless. The heat never bothered him in his past, and it was something that didn't bother him right now. No, the fact that he had nothing to contemplate but what the weather was like in Death City was more than enough to fill in that void than the heat itself.
This wasn't what it was supposed to be like, and despite fighting in that battle, Sephiroth felt himself lost and unsure of which direction to truly take. He had once been a General... he had once almost been a God... and now what was he? Sure he knew what direction both Cloud and Genesis wanted him to take, but it had been something he'd never asked for.
The stillness of the city around him while the others recovered only appeared to be stagnant to the once General, and loath as he was to admit it, he much preferred the battlefield than the quiet moments that settled in between. They were always the moments that he felt the most useless, and it was a feeling he hated experiencing.
Now he had been reduced to inwardly musing about the weather. What would those of the past think of him now? It was a thought that caused the corner of his lips to curve up bitterly. The Great General of ShinRa contemplating what the temperature was.
Sephiroth pulled his mind from his thoughts as he remained standing out at the far edge of the rooftop. Shaking his head, Sephiroth stepped over to stand directly on the edge before he glanced down towards the street below. There was still quite a lot of clean up for the city to do, but he could still catch sight of the few insect-sized humans walking along the street. It would be so easy for him to swoop down from here and take their lives, but there was now a feeling of caution and hesitation felt within that kept him standing on the ledge.
His gaze roamed over the now-familiar sight of the city stretching out, and he found his mind drifting back to the conversation he had with Rhode. He could always change rooftop, yes, but to him it never mattered. The scene stretching out in front of him would still bring about the same level of enjoyment... it would still have the same meaning behind it.