I need to learn how to control my emotions in the heat of a fight, and you seem like somebody who'd enjoy a challenging one. Are you interested? I can't guarantee you'll walk away intact, but I'm sure it can become a learning experience for us both.
[Having nothing left to learn, despite their being from different worlds.]
But, fine. Thank you for your time.
[...]
For the record, despite how much I hate you - and how much I'd like to kill you over what you did to Trixie... [Great start to a sentence, this.] This isn't an attempt at seeking vengeance; I won't try to kill you.
[With a heavy sigh:]
Can you refrain from killing me, or will you be proving the majority right, if you're able to down me, after all?
You believe I care about the views of others. The choice between whether I strike you down or not will depend on what I decide to do in the moment, not over the opinion of others.
No, that's not quite what I was getting at. It isn't the majority that I assumed you felt anything towards. Only towards the opinions of Zack and Cloud, at most. They're aware that we need to minimize deaths, yes? If you could, at the very least, agree to return the favor, would that not ease some of their stress?
... Either way, I've already spoken with Kirei. Before you make another assumption about me, it was strictly so that a warden will be aware that I am the one initiating this.
... Alright. Consideration is more than what you could give me. Then I'll contact you when I'm ready. We can decide on a time then, if that works for you.
[Sometime before all the crap happens, Jamil contacts him again.]
Whenever you're free next, I've talked to everyone I need to. Whenever you can meet me there, I suggest wearing clothes that are a little thicker than normal. And maybe something for tying your hair back.
[He's a little surprised that part went so well, but he'll quickly let Zack know, and then head inside to get things set up.
Inside the Enclosure is a stretch of desert, with various short walls and the skeletons of old houses. Plenty of places to hide in for various lengths of time. Also, there are some... gun-looking things, scattered all around, along with helmets, some armor, etc.]
[Bug Sephiroth enough and he'll give in, if only to make the bothering stop.
He heads to the enclosure ready to hurry up and get this over with. He doesn't bother with any of the instructions Jamil gave him, especially about his hair. He doesn't ever do anything special with it anyway.
... He's not really expecting it to look like it does, but he doesn't know what he really expected anyway. He doesn't know Jamil that well or anything about him really ... or what this is really about. He's just going to stand there staring at some of the buildings like he's waiting for something to happen.]
I can't use a sword, so I figured... why not take a shot in the dark on a weapon you might not have experience with, either? How was my guesswork?
[Jamil picks one of the strange guns up and waves it a bit before aiming at a random house. He fires and there's a hot pink paint splatter... somewhere on the ground nearby. Either his aim is terrible, or he's not even trying right this second.
When the alarm sounds, we take off running. You go to the right side, and I'll go to the left, and we each grab a gun along the way. Once we're settled in with our weapons, we attempt to stay out of view of one another.
[It's very simple!]
The goal is to shoot one another as many times as possible before the alarm sounds again; we get thirty minutes.
The point of the game is to prove you have better stealth and stamina than the other person. Anyone can just point and fire a gun, Sephiroth.
[He gives a look of exasperation.]
It takes real skill to stay out of view, land a hit, and then vanish before you can be hit in return. That aside, it's both great exercise and great training.
[Jamil says, with a straight face, and a no-bullshit tone:]
Besides, if you actually try to shoot me, point-blank, I won't hesitate to aim right for your dick with every single shot left in this thing. Understood?
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[He can force a very convincingly polite tone, when he wants... But this is only going to be getting about half his usual effort.]
Do you mind speaking with me?
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[Ugh, you rigid types are always so! Annoying!]
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[Having nothing left to learn, despite their being from different worlds.]
But, fine. Thank you for your time.
[...]
For the record, despite how much I hate you - and how much I'd like to kill you over what you did to Trixie... [Great start to a sentence, this.] This isn't an attempt at seeking vengeance; I won't try to kill you.
[With a heavy sigh:]
Can you refrain from killing me, or will you be proving the majority right, if you're able to down me, after all?
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... Either way, I've already spoken with Kirei. Before you make another assumption about me, it was strictly so that a warden will be aware that I am the one initiating this.
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some time later...
Whenever you're free next, I've talked to everyone I need to. Whenever you can meet me there, I suggest wearing clothes that are a little thicker than normal. And maybe something for tying your hair back.
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[Just name-dropping one of the people waiting, like it's nothing. Come find out, Sephiroth~]
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Very well.
[He'll just head on down there knowing full well he's going to regret it.]
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Inside the Enclosure is a stretch of desert, with various short walls and the skeletons of old houses. Plenty of places to hide in for various lengths of time. Also, there are some... gun-looking things, scattered all around, along with helmets, some armor, etc.]
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He heads to the enclosure ready to hurry up and get this over with. He doesn't bother with any of the instructions Jamil gave him, especially about his hair. He doesn't ever do anything special with it anyway.
... He's not really expecting it to look like it does, but he doesn't know what he really expected anyway. He doesn't know Jamil that well or anything about him really ... or what this is really about. He's just going to stand there staring at some of the buildings like he's waiting for something to happen.]
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I can't use a sword, so I figured... why not take a shot in the dark on a weapon you might not have experience with, either? How was my guesswork?
[Jamil picks one of the strange guns up and waves it a bit before aiming at a random house. He fires and there's a hot pink paint splatter... somewhere on the ground nearby. Either his aim is terrible, or he's not even trying right this second.
(It's the latter.)]
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A gun ... I see. And the goal is what?
[He stares at the spot splattered with paint. This is some sort of non-lethal weird game? It almost seems like something Zack would come up with.]
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[It's very simple!]
The goal is to shoot one another as many times as possible before the alarm sounds again; we get thirty minutes.
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Why stay out of view and not just eliminate the enemy?
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[He gives a look of exasperation.]
It takes real skill to stay out of view, land a hit, and then vanish before you can be hit in return. That aside, it's both great exercise and great training.
[Jamil says, with a straight face, and a no-bullshit tone:]
Besides, if you actually try to shoot me, point-blank, I won't hesitate to aim right for your dick with every single shot left in this thing. Understood?