Silence in Snow

[sephiroth_san]

Who: Sephiroth, Vega (?) [Open to any Jenova interference, Open to any NPC-age of other people]
When: During the snowfall
Location: Nr Fort Condor, far enough outside of Junon.
Rating: PG (will amend if needed)
Summary: Having scattered after the first, failed raid on Junon, Sephiroth and a handful of followers can only bunker down within small set of

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[Telepathic Link] - Occurs during some random Hojo Playtime

[puisne_turk]

Maybe it was a whisper of the wind, a slight trembling on an invisible wire, that howled against the opening of the cave. That line had been disconnected for several days, since they had knocked her out and whisked her out of North Corel. With the sedatives, it was neigh impossible to get much of a message out, much less that far. And yet there was a flicker of a voice, ghostly against the white backdrop, exhausted.

-roth...

Perhaps it was the wind playing its tricks, if not for a sharp, electric current that cut straight through the cold and the wind and the snow, straight into Sephiroth's mind, accompanied with a hate-filled, blood-curdling scream.

Don't TOUCH-

Re: [Telepathic Link] - Occurs during some random Hojo Playtime

[sephiroth_san]

In silence, Sephiroth continued to survery what he could see out of the entrance of the cave. The flickering whisper across the vast whiteness went unacknowledged, many a traveler could hear their name in the wind if they listened to it hard enough and Sephiroth's senses were as alert as he could make them. The mind could make one hear a million things, his conscious already punished him for having to retreat from Junon

[Telepathic Link] - Occurs during some random Hojo Playtime

[puisne_turk]

How this link occured, or how long it had been in existence, would be up for conversation later when Elena got home and was able to recover. For the time being, Elena - whether she realized it or not - had strengthened it, fueled it with her rage and hatered towards Hojo as he cut and pried into her body with knives, needles, and fingers.

...won't disappoint....

There's a flash of images - Hojo tapping a finger against her nose, Hojo laughing, a gint of silver cutting into gray-ish skin - followed by another wave of seething hatred.

....Hurry. Before I kill him myself.

Re: [Telepathic Link] - Occurs during some random Hojo Playtime

[sephiroth_san]

Seething hatred met too-easily stoked hatred in Sephiroth. He knew all too well the type of things Elena might be going through. So much so that the remnants of an ache in the middle of his thigh stung in memory, an echo of the throbbing pain from the bone marrow extractions Hojo had deemed necessary.

He still remembered gazing with heavy eyes upon the large needle before his world had faded to black under the anesthetic. He shuddered, caring little if anyone around had noticed; with this weather it might be dismissed as a cold chill rather than a chill of deep disgust.

Don't do anything foolish...

[lsr_boo]

SEPHIROTH sephiroth SEPHIROTH!

Soon you will take on the Gods.

[sephiroth_san]

[Whenever she had said that, it stoked the fire of impatience. They had come here for Elena, failed, and now Mother was interested in his epic battle with the Gods again it seemed.

Sephiroth's impatience, it seemed was further aggravated by the very fact they'd failed and it wasn't necessarily just down to the too-human mob like force they'd attempted to force a distraction with. Both Sephiroth's fists clenched tightly and his eyes narrowed as he became further enraged with the idea that Plants had stopped him]

What would you have me do?

NPC (ICON NOT RELEVANT!)

[puisne_turk]

A group of miners, exhaused and fatigued from the failed attempt, huddled around a smaller fire, chatting amongst themselves. They had gone into the battle sure of victory - they had the great Sephiroth at the command. And yet...and yet they had lost! Defeated by a wall of plants! Morale, as it stood, was very low.

One of the group, an older man with a hardened look from years of hard work, removed himself from the group with his pipe lodged into his mouth. The younger men were noisy bitchers, he wanted little to do with their complaining. So, to get away from the bicering and whining, he sought out their exalted - if temporarily defeated - leader.

It was never hard to find the silver-haired man in the group. Besides the height, the leather, or the opressive stare - the elder man noticed that the younger man seemed to spend a good deal of time staring off into the distance, deep within his own thoughts.

"Sir, may I have a word?"

Re: NPC (ICON NOT RELEVANT!)

[sephiroth_san]

It's not as if Sephiroth was stood a part of, or pretty much anywhere near any of the small groups that huddled around fires behind him. He was so barely in the cave that snowflakes had even started to settle along the length of his hair.

The gruffer voice of the older man drew Sephiroth's attention away from the horizon and slowly he turned, snowflakes fell away from where they had rested with the movement as Sephiroth looked over the intruder to his thoughts. Green eyes gleamed though it could be noted not as brightly as possibly expected.

Sephiroth had wondered how long it would be before one, or a group of their following would approach him with complaints. He had little to no patience for human incompatibility with discomfort and as outrage simmered not far from the surface, Sephiroth had to bear in mind at all times that these people were instrumental to their success.

"Alright." He simply replied, loud enough for the older man to hear though not loud enough for possible eavesdroppers.

NPC (ICON NOT RELEVANT!)

[puisne_turk]

Either by braveness or sheer ignorance, the elder man moved closer. Gnarled fingers removed the pipe, turning it over to dump the charred remains onto the ground before pulling out a small bag of fresh tobacco to refill the pipe. Whether at work, at home, or in a fight, the pipe was never left empty.

"I ain't gonna waste your time telling you what you prob'ly know," he started, head turning to look back at the group he had just left. Bunch of fuckin' pansies. Bringing his attention back to Sephiroth, he gave a little shrug. "Puts hair on their chest. You won't hear no complaint from me. But I'm curious 'bout Junon. I figured we'd be waiting to move on'em until we gotta bigger force."

Re: NPC (ICON NOT RELEVANT!)

[sephiroth_san]

"Things got complicated, we had to move." Sephiroth had watched the older man empty his pipe and refill it before jumping right into the response. He hadn't thought about it much, but bringing up the the subject was still very raw on Sephiroth's nerves.

He'd probably snapped at little at the man but Sephiroth didn't care for hiding his irate mood away. They'd failed, Mother wouldn't keep allowing this.

"There will be more coming from Corel. We have to get in there"