Post by kenji on Aug 1, 2012 8:27:18 GMT -5
Midgar. Once a thriving metropolis that relied on Mako energy to survive, now a crumbling ruin of what it once was. Deserted save for the rare scavenger and looter, the rubble created dark shadows that stretched over the land. A breeze blew through, and the dust stirred uneasily as the wind whistled through this ghost of a city. In the center of this ruin stood the remains of a tower that now stood as a monument to humanity's folly and reckless need for more power. Shinra Tower. And at its top stood one of Midgar's greatest and most horrible creations.
Sephiroth stood there, gazing out at the wasteland that stretched before him, and the greyness of the buildings that made the border town of Edge. He frowned, a slight downward movement on the sides of his lips. Humanity. Nothing more than a vile plague that had rid the World of Mother's people, the Ancients. All thanks to that interloper, the fake SOLDIER. Cloud Strife. Both times, he had stepped forward to wipe out this infestation in his Mother's name. Both times, he failed because of Cloud.
His grip on his odachi Masamune tightened. Were they destined to keep battling like this? A twist of his lips upward now gave him a ghastly semblance of a smile. If they were, then Sephiroth would not mind. All he wanted was for Cloud to suffer. Both, turning the World into its vessel and bring despair to Cloud, are his only goals. He needed nothing else.
Then his enhanced ears picked up a slight noise. Ah, so Cloud had come. He knew he would. Cloud always did appear wherever he was. Calmly turning, he faced Cloud just as he leaped up and landed on the rooftop, his First Tsurugi already in hand.
"Sephiroth! Why have you returned?!" Cloud demanded, his voice tight with anger. Sephiroth did not answer for a moment, simply walking forward and closing the distance between them. "It's been a long time, Cloud," he said simply, that smile still present on his lips. Then it faded. "So... you cured yourself of Geostigma. A shame. You would have made an amusing puppet, Cloud. Just as you have did in times past." Yes, Sephiroth still remembered that time he had manipulated the Jenova cells in Cloud's body to do his bidding, to bring him the Black Materia.
Cloud grit his teeth in anger. "What do you want, Sephiroth. Do you want to destroy everything again?!" Sephiroth let out a laugh, a small quiet sound that chilled to the bone. "I simply want to use the World as my vessel, Cloud," Sephiroth replied truthfully. "And to bring you despair, which has always clung to you like a shadow. I knew you would come here. Predictable as always." Sephiroth's smile widened. Cloud always allowed his grief and sadness to cling to him like an ever-present cloak. It always gave Sephiroth a weapon to use against him.
"Perhaps you are already more of a puppet than you think," Sephiroth finished, his green catlike eyes glittering with cruel amusement. As he expected, Cloud with a roar of "SHUT UP!", charged. Sephiroth's smirk became wider, and Masamune came up to meet the First Tsurugi in a blaze of sparks.
And so their third fight in their ever-present rivalry had begun.
Sephiroth stood there, gazing out at the wasteland that stretched before him, and the greyness of the buildings that made the border town of Edge. He frowned, a slight downward movement on the sides of his lips. Humanity. Nothing more than a vile plague that had rid the World of Mother's people, the Ancients. All thanks to that interloper, the fake SOLDIER. Cloud Strife. Both times, he had stepped forward to wipe out this infestation in his Mother's name. Both times, he failed because of Cloud.
His grip on his odachi Masamune tightened. Were they destined to keep battling like this? A twist of his lips upward now gave him a ghastly semblance of a smile. If they were, then Sephiroth would not mind. All he wanted was for Cloud to suffer. Both, turning the World into its vessel and bring despair to Cloud, are his only goals. He needed nothing else.
Then his enhanced ears picked up a slight noise. Ah, so Cloud had come. He knew he would. Cloud always did appear wherever he was. Calmly turning, he faced Cloud just as he leaped up and landed on the rooftop, his First Tsurugi already in hand.
"Sephiroth! Why have you returned?!" Cloud demanded, his voice tight with anger. Sephiroth did not answer for a moment, simply walking forward and closing the distance between them. "It's been a long time, Cloud," he said simply, that smile still present on his lips. Then it faded. "So... you cured yourself of Geostigma. A shame. You would have made an amusing puppet, Cloud. Just as you have did in times past." Yes, Sephiroth still remembered that time he had manipulated the Jenova cells in Cloud's body to do his bidding, to bring him the Black Materia.
Cloud grit his teeth in anger. "What do you want, Sephiroth. Do you want to destroy everything again?!" Sephiroth let out a laugh, a small quiet sound that chilled to the bone. "I simply want to use the World as my vessel, Cloud," Sephiroth replied truthfully. "And to bring you despair, which has always clung to you like a shadow. I knew you would come here. Predictable as always." Sephiroth's smile widened. Cloud always allowed his grief and sadness to cling to him like an ever-present cloak. It always gave Sephiroth a weapon to use against him.
"Perhaps you are already more of a puppet than you think," Sephiroth finished, his green catlike eyes glittering with cruel amusement. As he expected, Cloud with a roar of "SHUT UP!", charged. Sephiroth's smirk became wider, and Masamune came up to meet the First Tsurugi in a blaze of sparks.
And so their third fight in their ever-present rivalry had begun.
