Perhaps they are not stars [Active/Closed]
Who: Zack (assumed Monoko but PM me Ethan if you'd like this changed. ♥ ) and Death (Yes, really.)
What: Death's job is to seperate the soul from the body. So... what's he supposed to do here? They have a little chat.
Where: Southern District
When: June 28th
He stood in silence, watching the world through another's eyes with the knowledge that it would be too easy to just take over.
But despite everything, abandoning ShinRa, his death, Meteor, the sight of his worried parents... he still retained his honor. Robbing someone of their free will, even if they had offered it like this, didn't sit well with him at all. It was a privilege, and something he would not take advantage of.
So many people wanted to help him and yet one of them had been killed themselves. It was a terrible, heavy feeling that needed no physical body to appropriate, and would be far more difficult to hide. He would come back, yes. That much was true in any district of Nautilus, but it was the act in itself that had been a burden. He could only hope that Jazz would come back through one of those Gates, just as cheerful and upbeat as ever with no lasting effects. When he returned to normal himself, he would need to become stronger. He needed to prevent this senseless killing from happening anymore.
But there was something he'd obtained with four years in the Lifestream; patience. Even when Cloud had forgotten who he was, when the entire Planet had been in crisis and it seemed Sephiroth would never stay down... he waited, and gently nudged the other through subtle hints and pep-talks. There wasn't much else he could have done, but at least it'd been something. If it took the rest of his time in Nautilus to Ascend even just one level, he was alright with that. It was progress, and progress was always good.
Overrun by thoughts, he allowed himself to relax and take his situation in stride. Just as long as nobody else died anytime soon, he would simply wait for Jazz's return. Body or no, they did still need to make that cake he'd promised. A fond smile went to Monoko's form, knowing she would be very happy with the result of their labor.
What: Death's job is to seperate the soul from the body. So... what's he supposed to do here? They have a little chat.
Where: Southern District
When: June 28th
He stood in silence, watching the world through another's eyes with the knowledge that it would be too easy to just take over.
But despite everything, abandoning ShinRa, his death, Meteor, the sight of his worried parents... he still retained his honor. Robbing someone of their free will, even if they had offered it like this, didn't sit well with him at all. It was a privilege, and something he would not take advantage of.
So many people wanted to help him and yet one of them had been killed themselves. It was a terrible, heavy feeling that needed no physical body to appropriate, and would be far more difficult to hide. He would come back, yes. That much was true in any district of Nautilus, but it was the act in itself that had been a burden. He could only hope that Jazz would come back through one of those Gates, just as cheerful and upbeat as ever with no lasting effects. When he returned to normal himself, he would need to become stronger. He needed to prevent this senseless killing from happening anymore.
But there was something he'd obtained with four years in the Lifestream; patience. Even when Cloud had forgotten who he was, when the entire Planet had been in crisis and it seemed Sephiroth would never stay down... he waited, and gently nudged the other through subtle hints and pep-talks. There wasn't much else he could have done, but at least it'd been something. If it took the rest of his time in Nautilus to Ascend even just one level, he was alright with that. It was progress, and progress was always good.
Overrun by thoughts, he allowed himself to relax and take his situation in stride. Just as long as nobody else died anytime soon, he would simply wait for Jazz's return. Body or no, they did still need to make that cake he'd promised. A fond smile went to Monoko's form, knowing she would be very happy with the result of their labor.