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melodiesoflife2016-05-10 07:36 pm
shinrasfinest) wrote in melodiesoflife2016-05-10 07:36 pm
#15 | What goes down must come up again~?
Characters: Sephiroth [Open; will top-level prompt]
Where/When: Aqures Ixen, Evening-Early Morning 11-12/May
Summary: Between this and that, whatever progress Sephiroth has made with his once-proud ego finds itself sunk to the bottom of a bottle...or two...or three? This can only end one way, and lets hope this doesn't destroy his career.
Warnings: This is not designed to be a ‘come drink with me’ log (though by all means you’re welcome to try and be social). CW's include but not limited to: lonesome stress-drinking, self-destruction, anxiety/freaking-out, snap-violent reactions, confrontations etc.
There were worse taverns he could have picked, for sure, from the downright seedy or otherwise questionable establishments across Aqures. It was sometime in the early evening that Sephiroth passed the front door to the Space Saloon, like he had done a few hundred times since those months ago, when he’d helped to furnish it in the wake of the Battle of Aqures Ixen.
However, not more than a few strides later did a passing thought push itself to the front of his consciousness which soon found the SOLDIER turning heel and entering the Saloon a few moments later. The only interruption came, where Spencer were always at Sephiroth's side, the small bespectacled moogle turned back as soon as he realized his Hero was distracted-
"Kupo, you know we need to get back soon. Dinner will probably be on already."
"I know. Go on, I won’t be long."
Spencer squeaked, not entirely approving but far be it for him to forbid any Hero of Light from doing what they wanted, and gave a tiny quick-salute before turning back to the street that would lead him home. Sephiroth was responsible, always, and he knew he wouldn't keep Terra waiting.
One drink couldn't hurt, and it wasn’t like he had a habit of it. Break up the monotony of the routine he'd found himself settle back into again. Neither could it hurt to turn the volume of persistent poisonous thoughts down for a few hours. Might even get to relax, for a change; wasn't that what everyone else in the premises was doing, after all?
1) Had Enough [Open - Space Saloon]
2) Time to get home [Open - Post-Saloon, potential confrontations]
3) Panic Stations [Additional cw: drunk-sick]
4) End [Towards/Arriving at the Observatory/Next Morning]
Where/When: Aqures Ixen, Evening-Early Morning 11-12/May
Summary: Between this and that, whatever progress Sephiroth has made with his once-proud ego finds itself sunk to the bottom of a bottle...or two...or three? This can only end one way, and lets hope this doesn't destroy his career.
Warnings: This is not designed to be a ‘come drink with me’ log (though by all means you’re welcome to try and be social). CW's include but not limited to: lonesome stress-drinking, self-destruction, anxiety/freaking-out, snap-violent reactions, confrontations etc.
There were worse taverns he could have picked, for sure, from the downright seedy or otherwise questionable establishments across Aqures. It was sometime in the early evening that Sephiroth passed the front door to the Space Saloon, like he had done a few hundred times since those months ago, when he’d helped to furnish it in the wake of the Battle of Aqures Ixen.
However, not more than a few strides later did a passing thought push itself to the front of his consciousness which soon found the SOLDIER turning heel and entering the Saloon a few moments later. The only interruption came, where Spencer were always at Sephiroth's side, the small bespectacled moogle turned back as soon as he realized his Hero was distracted-
"Kupo, you know we need to get back soon. Dinner will probably be on already."
"I know. Go on, I won’t be long."
Spencer squeaked, not entirely approving but far be it for him to forbid any Hero of Light from doing what they wanted, and gave a tiny quick-salute before turning back to the street that would lead him home. Sephiroth was responsible, always, and he knew he wouldn't keep Terra waiting.
One drink couldn't hurt, and it wasn’t like he had a habit of it. Break up the monotony of the routine he'd found himself settle back into again. Neither could it hurt to turn the volume of persistent poisonous thoughts down for a few hours. Might even get to relax, for a change; wasn't that what everyone else in the premises was doing, after all?
1) Had Enough [Open - Space Saloon]
2) Time to get home [Open - Post-Saloon, potential confrontations]
3) Panic Stations [Additional cw: drunk-sick]
4) End [Towards/Arriving at the Observatory/Next Morning]
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-his essence has already been marked for assimilation, along with all of the Jenova inside of him. For sure, exactly what the Calamity might need to devour.]
My...duty. [He sounds almost spiteful, as Sephiroth's head lolls back away from the group again. Fresh tears just swell up from inside already dried-out eyes. Alcohol does nothing but dehydrate and the activation of his combat mode earlier has sped up the side-effects.]
You know just like I do. My 'duty' is to die.
[Whether he refers to his death in a potential future here, or that which had already happened later in his timeline from Gaia; it makes no difference.]
I can'- stand. No' anymor.
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[ Of course, she had been listening to this silent conversation for as long as she could without saying anything but for him to say that about himself, poked at a nerve inside of her. Of course dying was the end point. Some point in the future they would all die but she didn't think of it as a duty. Rather, it was something like an escape, an easy way out. ]
Let us help you if you can't stand anymore.
[ She pressed but her tone was soft and not demanding. She was trying to get him to move along and get help in some way. ]
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But Sephiroth...no, there was no pity. She knew he was better than this even if the drink was making him say otherwise. Still knelt in front of Sephiroth and alongside Jade she held out her hand in offering.]
If you want to cast off your duty that's fine. Stand for yourself then. Lean if you must, but use those feet of yours to move forward.
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[Sephiroth can't bring himself to look back at Selen; no matter how kind or soft her words were. Or to Kidd as she comes close again, crouching and extending a hand. His gaze is lowered, wet lashes keeping all potential eye contact on the floor down to his opposite side while he continues to grip at his knees and shake like a leaf.
The panic attack is receding though and the shame is already starting to ride high on the next tidal wave of emotion that's about to crest.]
Dun see wha' there iz to stand for...can't move forward. It's poin'less.
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A question that needs to be asked, and whose answer just may get Sephiroth on his feet and rethinking things.
Kneeling before him, the ninja speaks in a gentle, yet firm, voice. ]
Sephiroth. Tell me. What is the one thing or person you cherish and want to protect above everything else? In other words: Why do you fight?
[ If she's right, the name "Terra" will be the answer. ]
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Why do you fight? Oh the many times he's faced down that question and turned from it. Shrugged it off. Pretended like it hadn't been uttered. With him stuck literally against a wall and still reeling in self-afflicted drunk!sickness there is no running from it.
He goes still for a few beats, which has to be an improvement on the shaking he's been doing. His grip around his knees has slackened too. There is a heavy quiet before he looks to Sheena directly, meeting her eyes as if she might be able to see through them right into the battered depths of his soul for all it's inflamed right now.]
I'v always been a fighter. [The slurring seems to be bottoming out now too, no surprise, he's probably spent the majority of the alcohol in his system now. Between his outbursts, not to mention bodily rejections, tonight.]
...I can't be there fo' her. Not like this.
[He doesn't mean particularly like this, as in the stupor he's got himself into, but damn it could be hard to tell currently.]
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If you're truly a fighter, then you will not run away. Even if the battlefield is inside your own head. [Despite his irritation, Jade's voice remains calm.] You are committed to protecting her, are you not? Then your duty right now is to return to her side, no matter how painful it is. Everything else can wait.
[At least Sephiroth seems to be calming down a little. With any luck, they won't have to resort to force after all.]
I'll say it again. Stand up.
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[ Herself included. She wasn't as kind or caring as she always appeared to be. It was good to hear that he was calming down some and not throwing a fit or getting himself further injured. It was the matter of stating facts that he would acknowledge to some extent. At least, in her opinion she felt that was the right way to approach this situation. ]
You'll be fine in due time.
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[She bites her tongue, not wanting to get too harsh on the man.]
I once told a friend that no honest man has an easy life, and it's aching for one that causes the most pain. But that's how you know that the path you tread is worth walking.
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As a result, as Kidd comes to the end of her statement, Sephiroth has taken to leaning his head forwards and bashing the back of it against the wall. Perhaps it's just yet more self-harm, perhaps he just wants to knock some sense back into himself. Maybe if he knocked himself unconscious, the nightmare would end? Of course, he's not meeting eye contact with anyone while he does this.
With his super strength it doesn't take very many repetitions before he's getting a thicker pounding inside his head which is overriding the remains of the effects the alcohol is having. Perhaps with a slight concussion it'll make him think straighter.]
Ah can' go back there. Not tonight. A'm a mess.
[Small progress though, as he shifts his position against the wall some in order to get his legs to a place where he might be able -with some assistance- to get back to his feet.]
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But even as close as she is, she's still surprised by the sudden head-banging. Then he stops almost as quickly, and she's watching him for signs of a different kind of pain. His comments, however, bring a gentle smile to her lips. ]
Of course. That's perfectly understandable.
[ Sometimes you have to face the shadows that haunt you away from those you wish to protect before you can fight for them.
Seeing him shift his weight and position, the ninja gets to her feet and wordlessly holds her hand out for him.
To pull himself up. ]
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The observatory it is, then.
[One of them will have to let Terra know, though. It's reasonable enough for Sephiroth to want to collect himself before facing her, but they can't exactly leave her to wait all night not knowing where he is.]
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The world pitches forwards, then side to side and so it's a good thing that Jade is there ready to take an arm. A grunt is hiccuped out as his once-comrade comes in to take some of the faltering weight from him and after a moments hesitation Sephiroth folds his arm around Jade's back; defeated and accepting the help now for what it is.]
I think tha's...good idea.
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[ Seeing that she is clearly concerned with the situation still but there is enough help for the man right now so she'll just let things go as they need to and offer to help in other ways. She didn't want to be in the way too much since he was already receiving other help. ]