#02C || εγλ 0000/0002 [Canon Verse: Crisis Core]
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"Destroy the bridge." The General speaks after a contemplative pause over the map. "That will cut off their troops' passage over the canyon, and allow the military to fully entrench their camps on the river banks. The enemy will be forced to wait on the good weather before the only available road can be used, or risk becoming vulnerable against our ambush."
#05a || shinra hq 49f [open starter]#02c || εγλ 0000/0002 [canon verse: crisis core]#01b || this goes on your permanent record. [ic: sephiroth]
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"Come sit in my lap, pet."
Soft Dominance || Always Accepting~
"... Your lap?"
He raises his head from where he's standing, arms crossed and an ominous presence before their window on that rainy, cold winter day in Midgar. Normally he's used to Genesis' provocations, but the way his "friend" has been pushing his buttons of late has reached a new level.
And Sephiroth is quick to express just how hot a fire the other is trying to play with.
"Are you talking about that small thing between your legs?" He asks, abandoning his position to stalk closer, gazing down on the crimson fencer in his seat. "If I tried, I worry I might crush it."
#00j || that's what they said. [asked & answered]#poeticphoenix#[& genesis rhapsodos]#01b || this goes on your permanent record. [ic: sephiroth]#02c || εγλ 0000/0002 [canon verse: crisis core]
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"There's only one person in this place this could belong to." Sephiroth had picked this out from a towel that had been misplaced amongst the ones to be delivered to the Firsts' personal apartment.
He held it up between two fingers, like a miner examining a new stone. The thing looked thin, red, and particularly sharp.
"Director Scarlet's fake fingernails. There's actually an impressive and frightening amount of collectors of her personal paraphernalia on the underground market's network." The warrior mused. He cast a sideglance on his friend. "I think I've seen one going for 20,000G."
#00j || that's what they said. [asked & answered]#poeticphoenix#02c || εγλ 0000/0002 [canon verse: crisis core]#01b || this goes on your permanent record. [ic: sephiroth]
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it's too soon
This is Goodbye || Always Accepting~
"Huh..." Just as he thought death felt strangely ticklish on the skin, Sephiroth had opened his eyes once more to finally register the touch of thin, dark feathers brushing against his face. It was all he could feel besides the throbbing agony of the gaping wound running through his stomach and back.
Angeal's sword had been handled crudely; the strike was not accurate. But what had lacked in skill was compensated by the sheer magnitude of the weapon: he was bleeding out, and quickly. It explained why his face and limbs felt cold already. His legs wouldn't move. His spine had been probably severed by the fall from the top of the reactor down to the platform below where he and Zack had shared their final moments.
And now, as life itself slipped away, and the clouds of his hatred parted to give him a final moment of clarity, there was but one lone spectator left on the seat of honor.
"... Genesis..." Sephiroth murmured, surprised to be even able to speak. What bitter bad luck that his lungs were still strong and free of obstruction, somehow. Like they'd been spared so he could say his friend goodbye. Hopefully the red-head (not so red anymore, to be fair...) did not expect some elaborate monologue from him.
He had none to give. He'd been angry the last time they had spoken. And that anger had consumed him like a wildfire. What remained was a spent husk of himself.
"... Was this scene... anywhere in that epic poem of yours...?" He chuckled, hearing his own words in a way he could not recognize. Muffled, gurgling. Was his voice leaving him, or his hearing? Probably both. His surroundings were already fading to darkness around the edges.
But he still saw the green glow of mako dancing against the steel walls. Beneath him and Genesis, the Lifestream bled and screamed its neverending cacophony.
"It took me... much longer than you, but this is my turn ... to be free, now. I'm done letting others decide who I'm meant to be... and where." And already, he was so tired of speaking. Sephiroth's eyes blinked shut, and opening them again felt like the hardest thing he's ever done. He couldn't even tell if his face was capable of giving Genesis that bittersweet smile he'd like.
With his last bit of strength, he let his head turn to the side, limp as he looked towards the edge of the platform, and that green hue burning below.
"This is my plea... Hero of Dawn." He heard himself whisper. "Deliver me... to her."
Before his mind would be drifted too far to not perceive his Mother's embrace.
#00j || that's what they said. [asked & answered]#poeticphoenix#01b || this goes on your permanent record. [ic: sephiroth]#[& genesis rhapsodos]#02c || εγλ 0000/0002 [canon verse: crisis core]#cw: death#cw: blood mention
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@umbral-stigmata-unbound || Continued from here~
The question seemed so simple, even a playful tease of sorts. But Sephiroth found that it gave him pause, instead of being humored. He didn't turn to look back right away.
"Is that what you're hoping for? To be assigned to someone who won't care?" He asks. No provocation in his voice; the tone is dry as ever, but there might be curiosity. "You think that would be better for you?"
#01b || this goes on your permanent record. [ic: sephiroth]#umbral stigmata unbound#umbralstigmataunbound#12G || Can you also bleed faster? [Reno]#02c || εγλ 0000/0002 [canon verse: crisis core]
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"Pray tell, my dearest Sephiroth, did you just come out of the oven? Because you're looking mighty hot today~"
The pause in the First's usual confident step; the way he turns, slowly, and already his brows begin to furrow. That narrowing of his eyes as the words he's just heard sink in like burning metal in a slab of cold ice.
It's a look Roche has seen so many times now, and that is his privilege alone. No one else confuses Sephiroth, SOLDIER First Class and war hero quite in the same way as his own cohort.
His mouth opens, he's about to say something. But something stops him; his instincts are screaming that this is another of Roche's elaborate verbal conundrums in which he's bound to lose. He's been here before. It never bodes well. In a best-case scenario, Sephiroth is doomed to walk out of this and spend a couple sleepless nights mulling over whatever discussion they're about to have, absolutely to no avail. Like the tormented soul of a specter cursed by pure nonsense.
But there's something else screaming alongside his instinct. The childish curiosity that years of experiments and war could not erase. It urges him to speak up. The need to know is too strong.
"... Why would I spend any time inside an oven?" He blurts out, shooting a brief, regretful sideglance at some invisible enemy. There's no way to look inside oneself, after all. Better point those green glaciers back on Roche again. "And while it's on, to boot? There better be a good reason to compensate that kind of risk."
Hold on a minute. He knows what this is. And as realization flashes through his eyes, Sephiroth speaks once more without waiting for an answer.
"... Am I getting 'roasted' right now? Is that what you're doing?"
#scorching passion#scorchingpassion#01b || this goes on your permanent record. [ic: sephiroth]#02c || εγλ 0000/0002 [canon verse: crisis core]#06b || there's your answer. [asked & answered]
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Sephiroth's innate curiosity be damned. Once again, he'd sworn he'd never go back to check the Shinra Worldwide Network; and once more, he's failed to keep his own promise.
So now he's reading the latest headlines in the tabloids, and just like the last time, he's left drowning in his own confusion.
"'Fort Condor is the new GOAT?'" He slowly reads the words to himself, as though that might help it make sense. It doesn't.
"... Does this make regular goats obsolete?"
Who could even think of something so nonsensical? This kind of inanity sounds like Hojo's doing. Sephiroth's eyes are already scanning for any mention of R&D in the article.
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Genesis is going to walk past, steal a kiss from Sephiroth and walk off ever-so-casually.
He is ambushed, intruded, disturbed, defiled and robbed. And then abandoned. All in a matter of seconds. This kind of treatment is worthy of a villain, and as Sephiroth's eyes follow Genesis' exit-stage-left with a light of cool mako fire in his eyes, he feels the heat surging to his face spread. It fuels through his veins and urges him forward.
There is only one thing to do here.
He sits back to his desk and devotes the next hour compiling a detailed complaint to be filed on his colleague, to be sent pronto to Director Lazard's desk.
On Genesis Rhapsodos' antics and how his pernicious habits of touching his things are bound to foster a dangerous environment within the department.
#00j || that's what they said. [asked & answered]#poeticphoenix#03d || *groans in monotone* [crack]#02c || εγλ 0000/0002 [canon verse: crisis core]#//genesis istg#you're playing with fire!!#...and I guess that's just like you\\
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"The feeling of a desperate need for air while your chest is too tight to breathe in without pain... Is that what grief is like?"
If so, the Planet had to be really cruel, to be punishing its children this way as a consequence of love.
#01b || this goes on your permanent record. [ic: sephiroth]#02c || εγλ 0000/0002 [canon verse: crisis core]#05a || shinra hq 49f [open starter]
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"When you open a can of soda, or a can of cat food... it makes the same sound."
Are they equally addictive for their respective consumers? He'll be thinking about this all evening.
It's going to be a long night. Better text his favorite grunt to bring him some of that Wall Market take-out again.
#01b || this goes on your permanent record. [ic: sephiroth]#02c || εγλ 0000/0002 [canon verse: crisis core]
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"Yes, you heard me correctly. Just seventy-four smiles, no extras; individually packaged, thank you. The address is-."
"... They hung up on me."
#01b || this goes on your permanent record. [ic: sephiroth]#02c || εγλ 0000/0002 [canon verse: crisis core]#05a || shinra hq 49f [open starter]
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@sageofjustice || Continued from here
What sort of expression Sephiroth could be showing in reaction to the man's words was invisible, shrouded by the curtain of his hair when he did little more than barely slant his head in direction of his voice. 'I heard that.' was all that said, and nothing more.
Were those words in mockery? Maybe it was what he deserved, for almost exposing himself in a moment of vulnerability to someone. Friend or not friend. Shouldn't Sephiroth have learned his lesson by now?
Even the two he's considered as close as family had turned away from him. What reason was there at this point to open up to anyone? All there was to gain would be more disappointment.
"People will believe what they wish to believe." He dismissed the matter entirely, moving on even from his own words. That fleeting sentiment of melancholy had just sealed tight shut like a shell of steel around his heart. "The person they look up to was never me to begin with, anyway."
#06b || there's your answer. [asked & answered]#01b || this goes on your permanent record. [ic: sephiroth]#12cc || people will believe what they wish to believe. [angel]#02c || εγλ 0000/0002 [canon verse: crisis core]#sageofjustice
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Have you ever come up with a real answer to Elfé’s question for you, Sephiroth? Why do you fight?
Sephiroth looks up with the frown of a soldier worn out by a thousand years battle. How did this person even know what had transpired between him and the leader of AVALANCHE, that day? A memory that still burned so fresh, despite being a few months old by now.
"I am... loyal to SOLDIER." He makes an attempt to a quick dismiss of a very heavy question. But even so, self-doubt is visible in his mind. With Genesis and Angeal gone, was it truly loyalty that kept him fighting for ShinRa?
Was he even ready to admit to himself that he'd been thinking of quitting? Yet, Director Lazard is gone. The Department rests upon his shoulders... and if he left, then it'd fall on Zack.
The last one could consider anything close to a friend. He couldn't do that to him. Both of them had been through enough.
As much as it tormented him, he'd become a pillar. And this is where he'd stand... until the end.
#Anonymous#01b || this goes on your permanent record. [ic: sephiroth]#02c || εγλ 0000/0002 [canon verse: crisis core]#06b || there's your answer. [asked & answered]
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◇ for my muse to to play with your muse’s hair (Genesis)
Platonic Affection || Always Accepting
The gentlest tug to his hairline had Sephiroth's eyes flutter open, lazily. Like a big cat in its cage after a full meal, he'd craved rest for just a few minutes. But he should have known that Genesis's offer of his own lap would come at a price.
"That look in your eyes almost gives me the impression you're planning to eat that." He said quietly, following the light play of his friend's fingers along the length of long silver strands. "I find it unsettling."
#01b || this goes on your permanent record. [ic: sephiroth]#12L || IT'S ALL YOURS. [GENESIS RHAPSODOS]#02c || εγλ 0000/0002 [canon verse: crisis core]#infernocharged#06b || there's your answer. [asked & answered]
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Nope! *young girl looks him up and down* You have kitty eyes~! You're a definitely a big kitty! *skips around him* I found a big kitty cat~!
It seemed that the child had made up her mind. No matter, Sephiroth thought as he watched her run circles in detached interest. He had never really been the type to care what others called him. Hero, or demon, or cat... It was all the same.
Maybe someday this lackadaisical perspective he had of what constituted as the truth for others than himself would come back to haunt him, but for now, it was all right.
#01B || This goes on your permanent record. [IC: Sephiroth]#anonymous#06B || There's your answer. [Asked & Answered]#02C || εγλ 0000/0002 [Canon Verse: Crisis Core]
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*child walks up to CC Seph* Are you a big kitty?
Being approached so directly by a complete stranger was far more off-putting than the question itself. And when Sephiroth could attest to the child’s young age, his first reaction was not to engage, but rather look around for any responsible guardian.
No handlers to be seen anywhere... Who had left this one unattended? A part of him hoped whoever they were, that they would at the very least be beside themselves with despair. A fair trade for the discomfort he was faced with at the moment.
But here he was, and now he had to deal with it. Looking back down on the child, his head tipped slightly with a thought-provoking question of his own.
“Have you seen many cats that look the way I do?”
#01B || This goes on your permanent record. [IC: Sephiroth]#06B || There's your answer. [Asked & Answered]#anonymous#02C || εγλ 0000/0002 [Canon Verse: Crisis Core]
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