Fall Into the Shadow

Sephiroth | Affiliated with Isola Radiale

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ceardai:

            his question goes unanswered as she averts her attention from him, in an attempt to keep her distance as far from him as she can. he’s going to toy with her, she knows he will, and the lack of protection makes her realize that she’s all alone in this. this time, no one’s coming to save her. 

            Schu refuses to cry, however, at least for the time being. instead, she gathers her belongings, does everything she can to collect herself. they just need to place the beacons around the city, yes? sounds promising, at least. 

   “...Hmh.”

It was almost a laugh...almost. If only it had a single trace of humor in it, that noise could have passed as being something of the sort. Unfortunately, coming from his lips, it was just a noise...a mere reminder of the man he once was, a trace of a hero long dead.

He watched as she gathered her things with that familiar impassioned, unblinking gaze, and continued to watch as she attempted to collect what she could of her spirit. Had something changed...? For some reason, her movements seemed different...like some small fragment of hope had been lost.

   “...You mustn’t lie to yourself. You were so honest with me before...have you abandoned that despair...?”

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Stigma | Overlay

   “We’ve work to do.”

A gentle rain of black feathers drifted from the sky as the silver-haired man drifted from the sky, his feet gently touching down on the concrete as he landed. From his perch above, he’d been able to survey the chaotic surroundings -- now, as his single wing folded behind him and dispersed into a fine black mist to be carried away by the wind, he surveyed the three figures before him.

A ghost...was one way Sephiroth could be described. He was a remnant of his past self, but in becoming such a thing, he had gained so much. One could compare him to a god of negativity, a parasitic force of evil which clutched to its own existence in a vice grip. Among those before him, there were two quite similar to him...and one simple human on whom his gaze lingered, a pitiless smile forming on his thin lips.

   “...A name, they requested of us...so we will be Team Stigma. Etch it onto your hearts...if you so wish. Now then...if we are to survive, it seems we should commence as soon as possible. We all understood the basics from the call they sent out, yes?”

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ceardai replied to your post: Sephiroth has chosen his accomplices. For the...

schu vc I WANT OUT

DON’T FORGET YOU’RE HERE FOREVER

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ceardai:

                  ❝ …… ❞ is she really stuck on a team with him, of all people? fate was not on her side today. She’s gonna die no matter what happens, but she might as well make the most of this thing so no one else does.

   “Do you hate me?”

The question was not asked out of genuine curiosity -- if anything, it was an offhanded remark, a wisp of air tossed to the breeze to be whispered and forgotten. The thin line of Sephiroth’s mouth gently curled into a smile absent of any particular feeling...if anything, it was a mere reflection of a state long past.

   “...It is no matter. Schuyler, you should focus on the task at hand...you do wish to survive, do you not? Once more, we share a common goal...let us relive some fond memories here.”

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Sephiroth has chosen his accomplices.

For the duration of the event, he will be teaming up with @angelkirael, @unilaterali, and poor, poor @ceardai...

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Give this bad boy a like if you’re interested in being Sephiroth’s puppet partner for the duration of this event...he’ll treat you well until he’s certain you’re disposable, I promise. 

I’ll IM anyone who likes this to talk it out!

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   “Die, over something so petty? I think not.”

He’d have to find a useful pawn to enact his will upon, of course...and this place was so full of useless ones.

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deathguarding:

“Hmph.. I suppose I have only myself to blame for instigating, but having someone pry into my thoughts and soul is unpleasant.”

So a tyrant in the making. Well, it didn’t involve her, so she hardly cared to whom and where be brought about the destruction he seemed to crave. Issues concerning the realms of mortals no longer affected her, after all. Still, men such as these often found themselves on the path to ruin. She was almost envious. Whether he desired it or not, he would undoubtedly achieve a wonderful death.

“What I seek is inconsequential. Or.. Well, I doubt you’d really understand or care about it, really. Just write it off as an old woman’s rambling and forget about it. A word of advice, however. The more you fight against the world, the harder it will fight back to preserve it’s existence. If this is your desire, you should be prepared to face the consequences.”

   “You will forgive me -- the thoughts and souls of others are all that truly matter to me, you see. I have pored over millennia of wisdom by sinking into the depths of the thoughts and souls of the departed...I find they are often more honest, and, frankly, more interesting, than words.” His cold smile did not extend to his unblinking eyes, which stared ever forward with a caustic vitriol -- the hatred and deadly determination which enveloped and composed his form clearly filled him to the point that it was near bursting at the seams from his very core.

   “...Perhaps you are right -- I may not understand. It matters little -- it was simply curiosity -- specters such as yourself are far more enlightening than the tumor-like humanity which chokes this world.”

   “As for consequences...why, they are necessary. I have already died thrice -- I would welcome yet another foray into the Lifestream. Not only do I expect the world to fight against me...I welcome it. For it is only through the pain the world feels that I am given strength...so long as the anguish of the unworthy surrounds it, I will come back, again and again...through their loathing am I reborn.”

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sixtwelve:

TAVROS: dUDE, TAVROS: iT’S REALLY NOT THAT DEEP,

   “...No, perhaps not.”

   “...Still, there’s little else to entertain oneself with in a place like this. We must all make our own fun...would you not agree?” The way he voiced that made it seem like whatever Sephiroth was referring to was less than pleasant to anyone involved...aside from him, of course.

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ingoldentent:

Battler couldn’t care less about this guy’s ‘woe is existence, you all suck’ speech. He’s heard enough of that crap for a lifetime. However… a certain name Sephiroth speaks of does sparkle his interest.

“Yo, you there. Did you… do you know who Featherine is?”

For a moment, Sephiroth seemed ready to brush this boy off with silence or scorn -- he was not feeling particularly murderous at that moment in particular, and so he figured it would be best to simply wander away. However, upon taking another second to look over him, the silver-haired man’s unblinking eyes narrowed ever so slightly, his mouth set in an even line.

   “...You...”

His posture relaxed, and a thin, unpleasant smile spread over his face. The air around Sephiroth seemed to thin out, the thick cloud of negativity retracting into a fine mist of discomfort.

   “...She was one of the few I respected...when I was contained in Hive City. Her power was fathomless, but beyond that...she was one of the few who recognized those insects who squirmed around her feet as what they were. That witch...was a worthy being, indeed.”

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mezurashiigaka:

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      北斎 “You sure speak a lot of flowery nonsense, don’tcha?” Legs kicking over the edge of the ruins of a small building that rose over a broken sidewalk, she decided to speak up after eavesdropping a little. Unintentionally. Totally.

“You sure like speaking like ya can see the hearts of other people but I get the vibe you don’t really understand people at all. But ah! Just the opinion of a wandering artist, nothing more.”

   “You speak as though seeing the hearts of others and understanding them are one and the same. I can see...faintly enough. I have no desire to understand, however.” He’d been looking over some of the ghastly facsimiles who wandered aimlessly through the rubble, as though searching for something, or nothing, or everything. Funny. He’d marveled at how lifeless those beings in the Hive seemed, but in comparison to these, those fakes could have almost passed for those who were truly alive.

Turning to face the young-looking woman, Sephiroth offered a quiet, knowing smile, an expression which, sitting on his face, simply looked cruel and mocking, not dissimilar to that of a child watching a fly attempt to drag itself out of the soup it had fallen into.

   “Your opinion has been noted...specter. My wisdom has been built off of the foundation of ghosts for so long -- it would be remiss to ignore any additional knowledge. But explain to me one thing: do you think it is so important for a man to understand the ants who swarm upon the ground he treads?”

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cloudedblades:

There was something that Cloud had been ignoring since he’d gotten to this city (other than the eclipse). it wasn’t anything he could pin down; but rather a kind of sensation. A vague feeling of nausea, like a faint scent of rotten fish on the wind. Except this was something much more… ephemeral. Something he couldn’t put to any of his senses; only a feeling. 

It was something he’d run into plenty of times before. He knew exactly what caused it, and he’d learned quite some time ago that the further away he was, the easier things became. For the most part, he buried the sensation so deeply into his mind that he ignored it entirely - unless, of course, he got too close to the source. Once  quite some time back, the feeling had been gone for three weeks before he consciously noticed. 

Now it was here, again, and it was coming closer.

Maybe it was finally time to stop running.

On the other hand, not running from it didn’t mean he had to voluntarily get any closer, either. No; instead, he simply… waited. Waited as the feeling grew stronger and stronger, until it almost made him want to vomit. he forced himself to stay sitting, even as the distance closed to a handful of feet.

What repelled him also, at the same time, tried to draw him ever closer. 

“What do you want, Sephiroth?”

There were two truths in Sephiroth’s existence, binding him to this reality like a recurring illness -- one was his undying hatred and eternal will to rise above the fools inhabiting the world, to destroy them utterly and completely. The second...was far more personal. In a way, his will was sustained as a part of peoples’ recollections...and among all those whose spirits cried out for him, none compared to the one before him.

   “...Oh, Cloud. Such a focused gaze doesn’t sit well on your face.”

Approaching the other man with an ephemeral determination, Sephiroth made no sound with his strides; it was almost as though there was some invisible degree of separation existed between him and the world, a faint film which served as a reminder that the silver-haired man was not entirely one with this life -- he was yet a specter, clawing his way ever closer to true reality.

His thin lips spreading in a joyless smile, he lowered his pale green gaze, meeting his own eyes with Cloud’s. How long has it been since this man before him had begun to be both his most hated foe and the strongest anchor which tethered Sephiroth to his consciousness...? Perhaps, ever since Nibelheim, he had focused his will on the former infantryman. Ever since that fateful day...

   “You sad puppet. You were far more pleasant when my voice reached you properly...ah, well. I simply wished to get a good look at you...perhaps, I thought, I could persuade you to surrender again. As far as fates go...a proper Reunion suits you best.” Gently, Sephiroth extended a gloved hand, as though to beckon Cloud to stand at his side.

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   “The sun shines once more.”

   “The world really is...lovely. Such serenity should be left unspoiled.”

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deathguarding:

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One look was all the warrior needed to know that the man standing before her was no mere man. An aura of death lingered over him, one that only another who’d spent a lifetime killing could possibly perceive. And yet, he did not seem to be the same as her. One who transcened humanity by drenching themselves in blood.

“You’ve the eyes of one burning with determination, yet cast a cold gaze upon everything before you. Just what is it that you’re looking towards, I wonder.”

   “...A purge...and reclamation.” He’d been staring off into space when the woman approached him with her curiosity. Even when he was still, Sephiroth’s form still buzzed with death and misery -- his very presence chilled the air and granted a quiet discomfort. But she...she would feel none of it, would she? The corners of his mouth gently twisted upwards in a quiet, yet vicious, predatory mockery of a smile.

   “...Perhaps determination and cold is all I have left. It will be enough -- not even death can prove an obstacle to me anymore. But perhaps you can understand such things...what strong despair you feel, that surmounts time and life. I will turn your question back on you...what could you want so badly that eludes you still...?”

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lunadriven:

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    Foreign worlds held their own guidelines; a cycle in which to keep matters moving accordingly. Most were simple enough, easy to breach and weave through as one, such as he, may please. Yet, the barrier of limitations kept the diviner from following that same path – stripped of ability and left with a worthless remnant of stolen potential.

  Left without even the means to pass through darkness itself, yet still… he managed to be drawn towards it. Not within the form of a corridor, but held within a presence. Thick with malice and despair; something of a familiarity.

  It brought his approach to a halt.

  “— this world cares not for the dangers it invites, I see.”

Oh...? This was something curious. The silver-haired man turned towards the source of the voice; how interesting. His own form was composed of the negativity in the Lifestream -- one could describe him as a ghost of his past self given a living vessel forged out of the despair of the whole Planet. As such, he himself was drawn towards darkness in a similar manner -- after all, one always seeks to be whole.

And that was precisely what caught his gaze.

   “...I doubt this world cares for much at all -- I have been to one like it before. It is...hollow, without a will of its own, teeming with chaotic rabble. That one such as I made his way here is little more than a coincidence...I have come to believe.” At this, Sephiroth offered a cold smile, devoid of all kindness or humor.

   “And what of you...? You yourself are like this world...hollow, are you not? Still...I can see the potential for great despair in you. What is your name, you empty reflection?”