You cannot say that I need to be open minded and then give me nothing. Yet that is what you are doing. Holding onto information and secrets much like Shinra.
They kept everything from me.
Now you do the same.
then he'll be pleasantly surprised when vincent finally decides to drop this convo
well, he suspected this kind of response from him, so color him unsurprised. come find him once you've managed to overcome your own pride and finished reflecting over his words. don't pretend like you won't, you weird obsession-prone child. ]
[It'll be a moment since Vincent managed to frustrate Sephiroth to such a grave degree that it took a bit for the usual calm and collected ex-SOLDIER to gather himself mentally.
But he does track down his general location and heads there with the sole purpose of ...
Well, he's not sure actually. Some of the things Vincent said had struck a nerve somewhere deep inside. Perhaps at a small part of his humanity that might exist under the raging ball of obsession and hate that he's become.]
I know you are here.
[While he can easily get the drop on Cloud, it's a bit different when dealing with someone he wasn't so directly connected to.
Something else to add to list list of frustrations]
[ true to his nature, vincent has chosen an abandoned building in one of the more desolate areas of the sector to hole himself up in for the time being. he doesn't plan on staying for long, so he can forego the typical comforts of a warm bed and running water.
given sephiroth's impatience, he had a feeling that he would be visited by him soon, so he picked a location that suited the needs of their eventual meeting. to say the least, the kid doesn't disappoint. in fact, he shows up sooner than he'd expected him to.
sensing the presence of a new arrival, vincent had slipped into the shadows of the run-down infrastructure, silently watching as the former SOLDIER enters the premises from a perch on the upper floor. he allows the silence to drag on for a couple of minutes even after the young man announces himself.
finally, he speaks up without budging from his post: ] What do you want? [ he knows what he's here for. it doesn't mean that he is going to make it easy for him. ]
[Sephiroth remained relatively calm in appearance and stature despite an inner growing irritation. He knew it was being done on purpose and so he would not allow himself to outwardly show any signs.
Holding his masamune blade off to the side, his head cants upwards towards the sound of the voice. Ah, there he is. Instead of doing what the first thoughts that rang through his head -- namely jumping up there and striking Vincent down where he stands -- he simply turns to fully face his direction.]
Enough. You already know the answer so be done with the games.
[Before Sephiroth does give in to the rising urge to turn this into combat instead of a conversation.]
vincent isn't playing games though. rather, he isn't prepared for the conversation sephiroth has sought him out for. he doubts that he ever will be, no matter how hard he tries. what happened in the past with lucrecia has haunted him in both his dreams and his every waking moment for the past couple of decades. it isn't something he is willing to talk about under any circumstances, but... sephiroth is a particularly special case, isn't he? he's her blood. he's a part of her.
—and that truth tears at him, raking sharp claws at his guilt-ridden conscience and provoking emotions that he has to suppress, to push down, to snuff out before they become too overwhelming. he doesn't have the same luxury as others to let his emotions spill forth. he can't be careless, so he chooses to be overcautious.
there is a multitude of reasons why he doesn't want to discuss lucrecia with sephiroth. all of them almost deeply personal. he doesn't do personal, no less with someone who he feels isn't even ready to know the truth. he is far too close-minded, too angry, too hateful, too corrupted.
yet he's here now and vincent is well aware that he only has himself to blame.
with one swift and fluid motion, he propels his body over the metal railing and lands with a barely audible, catlike grace on the ground floor a few feet away from the younger man. ]
Then ask me. [ ask him the questions that have infested your thoughts. ]
[In truth, Sephiroth is not fully sure he wants to have this conversation. It doesn't matter. It is pointless. He has gained knowledge through the lifestream. He doesn't need this.
But --
At the same time it bothers him. So much was kept from him in the past. Upon finding the reports about the experiment utilized in his creation, something in Sephiroth had snapped. For so long he searched for answers, a reason why he felt so different. So alone.
An outcast among those who looked up to him. Jenova is the reason he stood above the rest. Jenova is his true calling. Jenova is his --
Mother, right? The only part of him that mattered anyway. The part that would help him wound this world and find his true calling.
But that isn't the whole story. And he shouldn't care about the woman who actually gave birth to him. She's just a human who took part in an experiment that created a ... Monster.
No. A god. Yet ... she is still apart of an incomplete story that was kept from him for so long.
There's a pause as his internal conflict rages over finding the words to even ask the question. The flicker of uncertainty only lasted the briefest of moments before it evened back out to the typical air of smugness he usually carries.]
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[ what happened is his burden to bear. ]
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I knew her.
[ what if he just ghosted him now? wouldn't that be great? ]
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[Don't make him hunt you down, Vincent. Because he will.]
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because he has nothing further to say on this matter :') ]
You will learn more in due time.
[ yes, straight back to the cryptic bullshit. ]
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Congratulations Vincent you are the first person to really frustrate Sephiroth]
No. Tell me.
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pls he was 110% listening ]
Not yet. [ when has anyone ever known vincent valentine to be easy to deal with? ]
you are a really amazing vincent, you know that?
He mostly hates that Vincent managed to get his attention and then keeps the information just out of reach...]
You are no better than Shinra.
ty! i'm glad you're enjoying him asdf
[ if that was meant to provoke him, well—
it's a little hard to offend somebody who already hates himself. ]
I AM sephiroth however is not
sephiroth should feel flattered that he's speaking to him at all
knowing Sephiroth he probably feels it is the other way around
They kept everything from me.
Now you do the same.
then he'll be pleasantly surprised when vincent finally decides to drop this convo
[ u petulant child ]
he'll probably go break something
vincent is okay if he wants to throw a temper tantrum
[ because guess what sephiroth? this isn't solely about u ]
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Then this conversation is over and you have failed in you attempts to make me see another truth.
:')
well, he suspected this kind of response from him, so color him unsurprised. come find him once you've managed to overcome your own pride and finished reflecting over his words. don't pretend like you won't, you weird obsession-prone child. ]
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But he does track down his general location and heads there with the sole purpose of ...
Well, he's not sure actually. Some of the things Vincent said had struck a nerve somewhere deep inside. Perhaps at a small part of his humanity that might exist under the raging ball of obsession and hate that he's become.]
I know you are here.
[While he can easily get the drop on Cloud, it's a bit different when dealing with someone he wasn't so directly connected to.
Something else to add to list list of frustrations]
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given sephiroth's impatience, he had a feeling that he would be visited by him soon, so he picked a location that suited the needs of their eventual meeting. to say the least, the kid doesn't disappoint. in fact, he shows up sooner than he'd expected him to.
sensing the presence of a new arrival, vincent had slipped into the shadows of the run-down infrastructure, silently watching as the former SOLDIER enters the premises from a perch on the upper floor. he allows the silence to drag on for a couple of minutes even after the young man announces himself.
finally, he speaks up without budging from his post: ] What do you want? [ he knows what he's here for. it doesn't mean that he is going to make it easy for him. ]
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Holding his masamune blade off to the side, his head cants upwards towards the sound of the voice. Ah, there he is. Instead of doing what the first thoughts that rang through his head -- namely jumping up there and striking Vincent down where he stands -- he simply turns to fully face his direction.]
Enough. You already know the answer so be done with the games.
[Before Sephiroth does give in to the rising urge to turn this into combat instead of a conversation.]
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vincent isn't playing games though. rather, he isn't prepared for the conversation sephiroth has sought him out for. he doubts that he ever will be, no matter how hard he tries. what happened in the past with lucrecia has haunted him in both his dreams and his every waking moment for the past couple of decades. it isn't something he is willing to talk about under any circumstances, but... sephiroth is a particularly special case, isn't he? he's her blood. he's a part of her.
—and that truth tears at him, raking sharp claws at his guilt-ridden conscience and provoking emotions that he has to suppress, to push down, to snuff out before they become too overwhelming. he doesn't have the same luxury as others to let his emotions spill forth. he can't be careless, so he chooses to be overcautious.
there is a multitude of reasons why he doesn't want to discuss lucrecia with sephiroth. all of them almost deeply personal. he doesn't do personal, no less with someone who he feels isn't even ready to know the truth. he is far too close-minded, too angry, too hateful, too corrupted.
yet he's here now and vincent is well aware that he only has himself to blame.
with one swift and fluid motion, he propels his body over the metal railing and lands with a barely audible, catlike grace on the ground floor a few feet away from the younger man. ]
Then ask me. [ ask him the questions that have infested your thoughts. ]
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But --
At the same time it bothers him. So much was kept from him in the past. Upon finding the reports about the experiment utilized in his creation, something in Sephiroth had snapped. For so long he searched for answers, a reason why he felt so different. So alone.
An outcast among those who looked up to him. Jenova is the reason he stood above the rest. Jenova is his true calling. Jenova is his --
Mother, right? The only part of him that mattered anyway. The part that would help him wound this world and find his true calling.
But that isn't the whole story. And he shouldn't care about the woman who actually gave birth to him. She's just a human who took part in an experiment that created a ... Monster.
No. A god. Yet ... she is still apart of an incomplete story that was kept from him for so long.
There's a pause as his internal conflict rages over finding the words to even ask the question. The flicker of uncertainty only lasted the briefest of moments before it evened back out to the typical air of smugness he usually carries.]
Who was she?
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