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While the dark heart is dawning

Jan 19, 2010 00:31

Characters Ema Skye, Sephiroth
Rating R
Summary Ema has been summoned to the front lines of a massacre.
Location Ruins of the R&D labs.
Date/Time October 6, not too long after this log.
Status Complete!!

( And the sky is as black as you )

ema skye, !completed, sephiroth

Comments 8

soldierspecimen January 27 2010, 21:26:14 UTC

By now, the labs were mostly devoid of life; those lucky few that had managed to escape had made it out at the very beginning, or had managed to hide until after Sephiroth had passed in order to make a run for the elevator. This didn't trouble Sephiroth himself unduly; he was, after all, a Repo Man. The miserable creatures could run to the ends of the earth, and it wouldn't be far enough ( ... )

its_snacktime February 1 2010, 00:36:40 UTC

It was the movement that caught Ema's eye. It stood out against the stillness of the rest of the floor; with the exception of the roaring fire and the weak spray of water coming down from overhead everything was resolutely dead. The silhouette began to approach her, moving like a demon. There was no way this creature was human, not with this carnage and that gait and those wings...

Wings.

The realization hit Ema like a brick wall. It couldn't be. It couldn't be. This wasn't something the Sephiroth she knew would do. He was stronger than this, better than this. He was the man who had saved her from Hojo's science, the man whose sense of loyalty was the strongest she'd ever seen, the man who often regarded her with equal parts affection and bemusement when she insisted on showing him a slice of life he had never known. He was logic personified, at odds with Ema's emotionally-charged and all-too-common existence. He tolerated her admiration of him, perhaps even liked it, and he seemed to always enjoy the moments that she ( ... )

soldierspecimen February 20 2010, 04:40:34 UTC

Sephiroth stopped, some distance away from the woman. With a weapon like Masamune, there was no real need to get anywhere near arm's reach - and why would he want to? GeneCo spread corruption to whatever it touched, and it had already tainted him more than enough for one lifetime.

"Not nearly enough," he replied coldly, lifting Masamune. The length of it easily covered the distance between them, the tip hovering inches from the woman's throat. "Adding a new component to an existing equation can cause catastrophic changes in the end result. Those are terms you can understand, aren't they?"

For whatever reason, he didn't step forward, didn't drive the blade into her throat. There was...something giving him pause, echoing in his ears. Doubt? He'd thought he was beyond that, beyond all words, but...

Seph. Few people called him that. Why was that single syllable bringing him up short?

its_snacktime February 24 2010, 06:31:44 UTC

Ema froze completely when Sephiroth turned his blade on her. She was grateful that it hadn't occurred to her to approach him; in this state, he would have certainly struck her down if she moved in any capacity, especially if that movement was toward. Momentarily struck silent and indefinitely horrified, Ema's gaze moved over the length of the blade and watched blood drip from it to the floor.

All of her life, Ema had trusted her senses above all else. Science was largely observation, after all, and it was through such observation that the world made sense. Sure, sometimes instruments had to step in to correct for a lack of human ability and/or human error, but the data always, always resulted in a clearer picture of reality. There had never been a reason to doubt the data, no matter what the circumstance.

Here, the data was clear but Ema didn't want to believe it; this man before her had Sephiroth's body, his voice, his sword.... It was him. What the hell had happened in the week since she'd last seen him? And what was this ( ... )

soldierspecimen March 5 2010, 22:36:35 UTC

"You understand?" Sephiroth echoed, disbelief crackling through the ice of his voice. Whatever he'd used to be, and whatever he'd since become, he was positive that no one had ever said something so insane and so presumptuous to him in all his life - and no one who knew Hojo grew up without considerable exposure to both. The desire to strike the scientist down where she stood surged, but again that name - Seph - stayed his hand. There was something holding him back, some memory which had temporarily escaped him, but he had always been patient, methodical; her death could be postponed until he recalled the significance.

Besides, after what she had just claimed, a slow death for this particular scientist sounded far more fitting.

"Tell me what you understand," he hissed, eyes narrowing. He shifted forward slightly, pushing the tip of Masamune forward an inch or two to actually rest the point in the hollow of the girl's throat, the curved tip digging into the underside of her chin. "Tell me how it is that you could begin to understand ( ... )