[Why...?]
Who: Sephiroth sephiroth_san, Reeve animus_inspire (Possibly open to others, please get in touch if you want in)
When: Sometime after Cait Sith meets with AVALANCHE, when Reeve is not constantly monitoring the robot - later in day (After Breakdown and Lucrecia).
Location: Ruins of Midgar / Edge - Closed-off Orphanage
Rating: PG-13 (for now, owing to Sephiroth's mood)
Summary: Abandoning the Chocobo Farm for now, Sephiroth starts to retrace Mother's steps to try to find an answer to why the Planet would suddenly decide to reclaim her. Nothing happens without a reason after all. Ends up in the now-clean Orphanage where Jenova had committed the largest cull in her short time here. Perhaps here he would find the answer he sought.
The tears had stopped hours ago. Sephiroth had gotten past the shock, now for the questions that his unquenchable anger required answers to in order for it to have a direction to be unleashed in. To think that Cloud, even though confined in the basement of the Chocobo Farm, could have somehow had an impact or been the cause of Mothers sudden disappearance was poisonous to even consider. Cloud had a purpose, and to kill Cloud out of anger would nullify all the plans that Cloud could be used again. But it was so tempting.
This in mind Sephiroth concluded that he needed to get out of the Farm and as each strong swoop of black feathers carried him higher, common sense seemed to return. There had to be a reason for Mother to have either been taken like that, if in fact she had been taken and hadn't consented. If she had consented then that had to have a logical reason also, and Sephiroth had already spent much of the morning trying to think on that. Every answer he arrived at was down to him, his failings or the freedom he had allowed her which only now his mind screamed out was him neglecting her. So the vicious circle turned like a chainsaw inside Sephiroth's psyche, I should have done more.
No. This train of thought had to stop, now. Such thoughts were as degenerating to the mind and spirit as they were useless in finding the real cause for what had happened. She was taken and you must find out why, Sephiroth firmly reminded himself as his emerald gaze rested on the very edge of the landscape of Edge - barely visible in the distance from his location. That would be as good a place as any to start. To retrace Jenova's steps, to find out what tipped the balance in such a cruel way.
He landed on the rooftop of a closed-off building. It still had it's yellow tape around it's perimeter, WRO lettering flapped in the occasional breeze. The street it was on as silent as the gaping hole which had been gouged out of him. Sephiroth remembered this place from a brief glance into Jenova's recent memories before. It is where she had obtained that orphan she had lovingly dressed and styled as her own. That small little boy that had vanished too, that little boy that he had hated. Had she taken that little boy with her into the Lifestream? One could only beg to know the reasoning behind that, Sephiroth did not want to consider it. To be disowned in favor of some orphan- unthinkable!
It did not take very much effort to gain entry into the Orphanage, the front door had been barricaded shut with a couple of planks of wood but they were easily broken by a well placed kick. Sephiroth entered the Orphanage not knowing what really to expect inside. Would be find his answer here?
A floor-hugging mist graced the room that Sephiroth recalled from a borrowed memory. All the corpses were gone, as was all the furniture. There was still heavy dark red bloodstains on the floor despite the attempts that might have been made to remove it, stained into the wood now as if it were red in the first place. Sephiroth figured that this room must have been where Jenova had encountered Cloud but he wasn't sure how he knew exactly. Sephiroth recoiled as his step almost touched that space on the floor where Jenova had been prone and Cloud had been kicking her, the memory was so sharp it stung the inside front of his brain and super-imposed itself like some ghostly remains over his sight. This had been the room of the blood rain. He regarded that space on the floor for a moment before stepping close to it again, crouching he reached out a hand to stroke the point on the floor where Mother's head had been then - as if still seeing her there.
Was this the start of it?
When: Sometime after Cait Sith meets with AVALANCHE, when Reeve is not constantly monitoring the robot - later in day (After Breakdown and Lucrecia).
Location: Ruins of Midgar / Edge - Closed-off Orphanage
Rating: PG-13 (for now, owing to Sephiroth's mood)
Summary: Abandoning the Chocobo Farm for now, Sephiroth starts to retrace Mother's steps to try to find an answer to why the Planet would suddenly decide to reclaim her. Nothing happens without a reason after all. Ends up in the now-clean Orphanage where Jenova had committed the largest cull in her short time here. Perhaps here he would find the answer he sought.
The tears had stopped hours ago. Sephiroth had gotten past the shock, now for the questions that his unquenchable anger required answers to in order for it to have a direction to be unleashed in. To think that Cloud, even though confined in the basement of the Chocobo Farm, could have somehow had an impact or been the cause of Mothers sudden disappearance was poisonous to even consider. Cloud had a purpose, and to kill Cloud out of anger would nullify all the plans that Cloud could be used again. But it was so tempting.
This in mind Sephiroth concluded that he needed to get out of the Farm and as each strong swoop of black feathers carried him higher, common sense seemed to return. There had to be a reason for Mother to have either been taken like that, if in fact she had been taken and hadn't consented. If she had consented then that had to have a logical reason also, and Sephiroth had already spent much of the morning trying to think on that. Every answer he arrived at was down to him, his failings or the freedom he had allowed her which only now his mind screamed out was him neglecting her. So the vicious circle turned like a chainsaw inside Sephiroth's psyche, I should have done more.
No. This train of thought had to stop, now. Such thoughts were as degenerating to the mind and spirit as they were useless in finding the real cause for what had happened. She was taken and you must find out why, Sephiroth firmly reminded himself as his emerald gaze rested on the very edge of the landscape of Edge - barely visible in the distance from his location. That would be as good a place as any to start. To retrace Jenova's steps, to find out what tipped the balance in such a cruel way.
He landed on the rooftop of a closed-off building. It still had it's yellow tape around it's perimeter, WRO lettering flapped in the occasional breeze. The street it was on as silent as the gaping hole which had been gouged out of him. Sephiroth remembered this place from a brief glance into Jenova's recent memories before. It is where she had obtained that orphan she had lovingly dressed and styled as her own. That small little boy that had vanished too, that little boy that he had hated. Had she taken that little boy with her into the Lifestream? One could only beg to know the reasoning behind that, Sephiroth did not want to consider it. To be disowned in favor of some orphan- unthinkable!
It did not take very much effort to gain entry into the Orphanage, the front door had been barricaded shut with a couple of planks of wood but they were easily broken by a well placed kick. Sephiroth entered the Orphanage not knowing what really to expect inside. Would be find his answer here?
A floor-hugging mist graced the room that Sephiroth recalled from a borrowed memory. All the corpses were gone, as was all the furniture. There was still heavy dark red bloodstains on the floor despite the attempts that might have been made to remove it, stained into the wood now as if it were red in the first place. Sephiroth figured that this room must have been where Jenova had encountered Cloud but he wasn't sure how he knew exactly. Sephiroth recoiled as his step almost touched that space on the floor where Jenova had been prone and Cloud had been kicking her, the memory was so sharp it stung the inside front of his brain and super-imposed itself like some ghostly remains over his sight. This had been the room of the blood rain. He regarded that space on the floor for a moment before stepping close to it again, crouching he reached out a hand to stroke the point on the floor where Mother's head had been then - as if still seeing her there.
Was this the start of it?