The cold air rustling though the trees adds to the already eerie atmosphere lingering within the darkness of night. At least the small camp fire illuminated the area enough that Sephiroth only looks half as imposing as usual while leaning against a tree.
Thankfully there's not much chance for a stranger to accidentally stumble upon Sephiroth unintentionally looking extra dramatic. Or maybe it is intentional. Either way, the closest town is still a little way off, and chocobos can be stubborn when they want to sleep. Which they're currently doing, curled up much like birds do.
Speaking of sleeping, Sephiroth could be doing that, or at least pretend to be doing that like a normal person. After all sleeping is what people do. At night. Like that's what Cloud is doing. Or probably trying to do. It might be hard when you get followed by a six foot tall cat that's restless in the night.
Though right now he's currently looking at a feather. Not one of his own, but a yellow one from a chocobo. Why? Who knows. But he turns it over within his hand a few times.]
[There's barely any movement as the question is posed to Cloud. Anyone who didn't know him would've figured he had actually fallen asleep. But not Sephiroth. Not after the years that they'd spent together, traveling across the planet.
Instead of the degradation that was expected from the mako within Cloud, it had reacted in differently. Within a handful of years after being cured of Geostigma, Cloud had stopped aging, his body coming to a literal standstill. It had confused him and the rest at first, but none of them truly knew what to expect from the experimentation he had gone though.
Then slowly, everyone began to pass, one by one. It had been hard, living past everyone he cared about. The one constant, however, had been Sephiroth.
It had always been Sephiroth.]
That your way of rubbing in that you can?
[Finally he calls out from where he lay, remaining still despite it. He was used to Sephiroth's restlessness and, though it exasperated him at times, he had come to learn how to deal with it.]
[The feather falls from his fingers floating slightly with the light breeze. He watches it drift for a moment before his stance shifts towards Cloud's 'sleeping' form. He laughs, though it's more of a an amused huff than an actual laugh.]
That is not the same.
[Pushing away from the tree, he makes his way over and actually sits down a short distance away from Cloud. From here it's easier to be a nuisance. Sephiroth may not be trying to destroy the planet any longer, but tormenting Cloud will never get old.]
Flying as I do is not the same as that of a bird. Though I imagine it is something you wish you could do regardless.
[Cloud lets out a breath. He knew exactly what Sephiroth was doing. One would think the countless years they've spent together would have waned him from this habit, but perhaps even that was too optimistic.]
Hover then. That's probably more fitting for you.
[A slight jab as he could feel Sephiroth doing exactly that, hearing the shuffle of his footsteps coming closer, only coming to rest a short distance away from him. With a grunt, he shifts his body to lie on his back, shifting his arms upwards to cradle his head in his hands.
The night is cool and quiet, the only noise coming from the crackling of wood from the campfire.]
[The Midgardsormr is a fearsome foe as Cloud is certainly finding out. It threatens to drag him to the darkest depths within the murky water. However he doesn't have to worry this time, the creature is unable to deliver any sort of blow as the sharp blade of the masamune strikes up against it. And as if to add to the point that nothing, no man, no creature, will ever take away what belongs to him, swirls of energy erupt from Sephiroth's palm sending it out of the water and to an early grave.
And for a moment, Sephiroth almost leaves right after. His eyes drifting through the water to settle upon Cloud.
Cloud who is reaching out towards him. It'd be simple enough to leave. He came in for the rescue. Cloud would survive this, but ...
It's a simple choice, and yet not simple at all. He sinks into the water until he's close enough to grasp Cloud's hand within his own. Purple energy surrounds them both and after a moment they're gone. The others above on the shore no doubt wondering about Cloud's ultimate fate.
Cloud himself will find that he's appeared on a small land mass surrounded by the sea. There isn't much land and the water stretches out far beyond what he could hope to swim.
And Sephiroth? He's near, but in an ever dramatic fashion is no where to be seen. A single feather nearby is the only indication he's there and that he's watching.]
[Sephiroth was there in that swamp. Cloud knows it. He felt it. He wasn't imagining things, no matter how many concerned looks Tifa throws at him when she thinks he isn't looking.
Now, though, he's fighting just to hold his breath and stay conscious as what light there is filtering down through the muddy water gets more and more distant the further he's dragged into the depths. And he calls himself a bodyguard...he's failed them. Just as he failed to save his village, his mother. Just as he failed Tifa, leaving others to save her life instead. Only this time, it looks like he won't survive to do it again later. Some dark part of him feels like laughing, at that - small blessings, right?
But just as he's on the cusp of passing out, he feels it again. Sephiroth. He forces his eyes open and stares as the unmistakable flawless blade of the Masamune slices through the giant serpent like butter, shivers as the water temperature plunges from the ice magic. But why...?
And then he's there, floating above Cloud and smiling as if this is all perfectly normal with his long, silver hair drifting around him against the light like some kind of...angel. Cloud sinks, too weak and spent to swim, and there's no deliberate thought behind it when he reaches out to Sephiroth in a bizarre reversal. He's only barely conscious when he thinks he feels another hand grab his, thinks he must be imagining the swirls of dark energy--
--and the next thing he knows, he's waking up somewhere else. Lying in the sand, sputtering and choking up water as he scrambles to his hands and knees, desperately catches his breath. What...happened?
He freezes when he sees that black feather drifting ominously on the breeze. It sends a chill down his spine. Half-drowned as he is, he still pushes himself up to a wary crouch and takes in his surroundings. The ocean...a beach? He gets to his feet to get a better view.
Not just a beach. An island. In the middle of nowhere. Cloud lifts a hand against the light to squint at the horizon, but there's no sign of land out there. "Shit," he mutters under his breath, turning and turning only to find it's the same in every direction. Stranded.
His hand moves to grasp the hilt of his sword, but grasps only air instead. Dammit, he must have dropped it underwater. Not good. He scowls.]
Sephiroth! I know you're out there. Show yourself.
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The cold air rustling though the trees adds to the already eerie atmosphere lingering within the darkness of night. At least the small camp fire illuminated the area enough that Sephiroth only looks half as imposing as usual while leaning against a tree.
Thankfully there's not much chance for a stranger to accidentally stumble upon Sephiroth unintentionally looking extra dramatic. Or maybe it is intentional. Either way, the closest town is still a little way off, and chocobos can be stubborn when they want to sleep. Which they're currently doing, curled up much like birds do.
Speaking of sleeping, Sephiroth could be doing that, or at least pretend to be doing that like a normal person. After all sleeping is what people do. At night. Like that's what Cloud is doing. Or probably trying to do. It might be hard when you get followed by a six foot tall cat that's restless in the night.
Though right now he's currently looking at a feather. Not one of his own, but a yellow one from a chocobo. Why? Who knows. But he turns it over within his hand a few times.]
Do you ever wonder what it's like to fly?
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Instead of the degradation that was expected from the mako within Cloud, it had reacted in differently. Within a handful of years after being cured of Geostigma, Cloud had stopped aging, his body coming to a literal standstill. It had confused him and the rest at first, but none of them truly knew what to expect from the experimentation he had gone though.
Then slowly, everyone began to pass, one by one. It had been hard, living past everyone he cared about. The one constant, however, had been Sephiroth.
It had always been Sephiroth.]
That your way of rubbing in that you can?
[Finally he calls out from where he lay, remaining still despite it. He was used to Sephiroth's restlessness and, though it exasperated him at times, he had come to learn how to deal with it.]
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That is not the same.
[Pushing away from the tree, he makes his way over and actually sits down a short distance away from Cloud. From here it's easier to be a nuisance. Sephiroth may not be trying to destroy the planet any longer, but tormenting Cloud will never get old.]
Flying as I do is not the same as that of a bird. Though I imagine it is something you wish you could do regardless.
[So he might be rubbing that in.]
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Hover then. That's probably more fitting for you.
[A slight jab as he could feel Sephiroth doing exactly that, hearing the shuffle of his footsteps coming closer, only coming to rest a short distance away from him. With a grunt, he shifts his body to lie on his back, shifting his arms upwards to cradle his head in his hands.
The night is cool and quiet, the only noise coming from the crackling of wood from the campfire.]
What makes you think I want to fly anyway?
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I already know your answer to that question.
free from captcha hell!
I wouldn't make assumptions, I want to read your answer.
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Admit it, you would be bored without me.
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And for a moment, Sephiroth almost leaves right after. His eyes drifting through the water to settle upon Cloud.
Cloud who is reaching out towards him. It'd be simple enough to leave. He came in for the rescue. Cloud would survive this, but ...
It's a simple choice, and yet not simple at all. He sinks into the water until he's close enough to grasp Cloud's hand within his own. Purple energy surrounds them both and after a moment they're gone. The others above on the shore no doubt wondering about Cloud's ultimate fate.
Cloud himself will find that he's appeared on a small land mass surrounded by the sea. There isn't much land and the water stretches out far beyond what he could hope to swim.
And Sephiroth? He's near, but in an ever dramatic fashion is no where to be seen. A single feather nearby is the only indication he's there and that he's watching.]
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Now, though, he's fighting just to hold his breath and stay conscious as what light there is filtering down through the muddy water gets more and more distant the further he's dragged into the depths. And he calls himself a bodyguard...he's failed them. Just as he failed to save his village, his mother. Just as he failed Tifa, leaving others to save her life instead. Only this time, it looks like he won't survive to do it again later. Some dark part of him feels like laughing, at that - small blessings, right?
But just as he's on the cusp of passing out, he feels it again. Sephiroth. He forces his eyes open and stares as the unmistakable flawless blade of the Masamune slices through the giant serpent like butter, shivers as the water temperature plunges from the ice magic. But why...?
And then he's there, floating above Cloud and smiling as if this is all perfectly normal with his long, silver hair drifting around him against the light like some kind of...angel. Cloud sinks, too weak and spent to swim, and there's no deliberate thought behind it when he reaches out to Sephiroth in a bizarre reversal. He's only barely conscious when he thinks he feels another hand grab his, thinks he must be imagining the swirls of dark energy--
--and the next thing he knows, he's waking up somewhere else. Lying in the sand, sputtering and choking up water as he scrambles to his hands and knees, desperately catches his breath. What...happened?
He freezes when he sees that black feather drifting ominously on the breeze. It sends a chill down his spine. Half-drowned as he is, he still pushes himself up to a wary crouch and takes in his surroundings. The ocean...a beach? He gets to his feet to get a better view.
Not just a beach. An island. In the middle of nowhere. Cloud lifts a hand against the light to squint at the horizon, but there's no sign of land out there. "Shit," he mutters under his breath, turning and turning only to find it's the same in every direction. Stranded.
His hand moves to grasp the hilt of his sword, but grasps only air instead. Dammit, he must have dropped it underwater. Not good. He scowls.]
Sephiroth! I know you're out there. Show yourself.