[S1727002: Text] & [Open - Action: Fl 3]

[neverbeamemory]

[A single word against S1727002 appears on the network.]

Why?

[Sephiroth has been sat in the Library, staring somewhat blankly at the ticking countdown permanently visible, for several hours already. He wears his signature leather attire except for that he's substituted his leather trench and armor for his loose grey vest that he usually frequents the gym in. The reason is obvious should anyone come close enough to where he is sat; his left forearm is rested up on the table next to where the keys are, tightly bound in fresh dressing which hasn't long been sourced from the Infirmary. Occasionally he flexes the fingers, but not very much.

As if he hasn't been through enough, it seems Ruana couldn't even bring him back totally in one piece and the rip along a tendon of his forearm isn't even healing as quickly as it's supposed to, even if it is under Glamour. He's not too sure of the extent of the accidental damage, either. It's not like he'll be fighting as effectively for a while.]

Comments

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[slightlyoblivious]

Let's see. You pulled a stunt that made Zo seal himself away for a while with how upset you made him. If you think something like that wouldn't have some kind of permanent consequences, you're wrong.

[It's really hard to resist saying 'because you had it coming, you moron', but she holds off.]

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[neverbeamemory]

[The reply comes slowly as he has to type with his right hand only. He's ambidextrous enough it's just- slower.]

Not looking for sympathy.

[And really he wasn't. The question goes as deep as his oddly hollowed out, near melancholy mood since he got back.

Meanwhile peering at Yukiko's user ID trying to imagine who this might be. He never has made a habit of figuring out everyone and labelling them.]

permatext;

[slightlyoblivious]

I wasn't offering it. I was stating a fact: pissing off the admins is generally not a good idea, and will have some kind of consequences.

[neverbeamemory]

Simply put. It wouldn't have mattered.

[slightlyoblivious]

You really don't get it, do you?

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[fionnuisce]

Because your common sense is at depths so low that 'idiot' and all its synonyms used at once in a single sentence would not even form a point sharp enough to place a scratch upon the denser-than-osmium block sitting atop your shoulders under that overgrown peroxide-soaked carpet.

Because said denser than osmium block you call a 'head' is so far up your ass you never for a moment considered the level of stupidity your actions reached for was so astronomical as to outstrip the height of the very helltower you planned to escape. One could lay out all the individual hydrogen atoms in every world from end to end and still not be able to measure the heights of idiocy you carry every day of your waking life.

Because, Sephiroth. Any genius plan you might devise will inherently have the glaring flaw of you having the severe mental deficiency of sociopathy and raving madness. A league of professional psychologists couldn't solve that, and I hope one or several gods have mercy on any that might try or have tried before.

Kindly go fuck yourself.

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[neverbeamemory]

[For a very long time, Sephiroth sits and stares at the veritable wall of text that he's presented with in reply. Reading it over and over yet not being able to engage himself into taking a small hint of insult from it. That spark of anger that's usually so hot and ready to explode has been saturated.

They are only words on a screen. He knows it's Waver from the tone, but however he's trying to make Sephiroth feel with it just isn't connecting.

In fact Waver will find that there isn't even a reply until the next time he checks the terminal.]

I'd rather not.

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[stitchedupbodyguard]

Because you deserved it.

[There. That's what she's been waiting to say since she came back to life. Living is good.]

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[neverbeamemory]

Not debating that fact.

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[stitchedupbodyguard]

At least you understand that then.

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[neverbeamemory]

Does that make you feel better?

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[stitchedupbodyguard]

No

In fact I still feel like shit. Being brought back to life isn't the same as it used to be.

I am a little satisfied that you died too though.

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[notayoungkitten]

What did you do while I was missing from the Tower?

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[neverbeamemory]

[It all feels so very hollow now that his victory has been driven to the background.]

I got out.

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[notayoungkitten]

[And she missed it? How disappointing.]

I take it she wasn't very happy with you.

What a shame. Was a third of the residents missing your doing, then?

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[neverbeamemory]

Ruana wasn't the problem.

[At least, not immediately. The fact that he's not going to be able to use his arm properly for a while is totally her doing though.]

I don't know anything about that. I did manage to short circuit the power though.

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[notayoungkitten]

I'm sorry I missed it. I would have liked to see you in action.

[She'd even have taken the likely scenario of dying in terrible pain to have been able to see the power that Sephiroth clearly had.

He didn't have a violet collar for nothing, after all.]

Still, you must have done serious damage looking at the reactions you're getting.

[She's way more amused than chastising, though.]

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[culbutiri]

[Nesir has laid low since waking up from death. She has a scab on her chin from where she wouldn't stop bleeding for a while. She looks for Sephiroth once she sees the network post, but it takes a little while for her to find him and when she does she just stands behind him, taking in his appearance. He looks... less powerful than when she saw him last.

Whereas she looks stronger, obviously, without his taint affecting her]

I do no be knowing whether to be being more angry that you did be dragging me into your plan or that you did be failing.

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[neverbeamemory]

[Relatively speaking he's still powerful, but it's all back to being subject to Glamour so there is the fact that all of his power is illusionary based again. Clearly it's not even a fraction of the power that Nesir would have felt in his presence last time, right before he intended to leave.

The Glamour still grants him his heightened senses, though he doesn't acknowledge the fact that Nesir moved to stand behind him. Only a twitch to his disabled left fingers within the tight bandage while his eyes remain locked to the monitor in front of him.]

Be both, be neither, it's up to you.

[His voice is a low whisper, though lacking most of the self-confident tone that she's used to hearing.]

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[culbutiri]

[She stared at him for a moment but couldn't summon any anger, not because of any apathy like last time. She just... wasn't angry. She might have not liked been used like that but she had to admit the chaos it had created...

It was worthy of his powers.] Do you be wanting to be talking about it?

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[neverbeamemory]

There isn't anything left to be said.

[Still that low whisper-y voice, still not even moving his head at all to acknowledge Nesir.

Facts are; he tried, he failed again, and doesn't quite feel up to trying any more at this point. There isn't the time left, so he might as well sit there and watch it tick away - it's not like he has anything else to fight them with.]

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[warriorscribe]

From the previous responses, you were the one who started this. Who upset Zo such that he retreated within himself. They've told me that's what happened. I was among the ones thrown from the tower.

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[neverbeamemory]

[He doesn't know this, he was dead for all of it. Until now no one has informed him. But then if he'd have gotten out, Sephiroth wouldn't have cared much either. He squints at the user ID of Enoch's, not sure if he recognises it.]

I don't know anything about that.

[So, perhaps he should take some comfort that Zo had suffered as a consequence of dealing with him...but the dots that would give him an ego-boost over that just aren't flaring.

Now he's just back where he started months ago, with memories that he can't bury.]

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[warriorscribe]

*Enoch recognizes the ID because he'd nicknamed it after Diarmuid's group took their much-belated revenge on him. If Sephiroth doesn't know what this ID is, surely what he says is a major clue.*

It's no surprise, if he dealt with you first.

I should hope these delusions of godhood end here, Sephiroth. They help no one, especially not you. Work with us, not against us. I've learned that those who fight alone here do not survive.

*And the lack of volunteering information could be attributed to being on the network, but it's happening, either way.*

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[neverbeamemory]

[He's almost so sure who this might be. Indeed mostly by the words on the screen. Who'd have thought that the great 'Pandora' would be offering the olive branch now.]

You have always been the one with all the knowledge.

But not enough to know that I cannot do this.

It's never been about 'us'.