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melodiesoflife2014-08-28 09:48 pm
shinrasfinest) wrote in melodiesoflife2014-08-28 09:48 pm
#1 | We can only go forward...
Characters: Sephiroth & Open
Where: Locations in Aqures Ixen, as prompted
When: During the Mognet strike: 25th Aug - 1st Sept
Summary: Getting acquainted shenanigans; picking up the training.
Format: Prose/Action - take your pick!
Warnings: None, except perhaps he is not the most receptive when it comes to being social.
Morning Jogging [Various Locations]
It didn't seem that Sephiroth would be waking up from this dreamworld any time soon.
This dreamworld where he had to eat, sleep and find activities to fill the hours of each day that dragged by, he swore, at a slower rate than normal. Naturally it was the time of year where the days were still long, but to Sephiroth they were unbearably so - mostly to do with the fact that he wasn't occupied. There could be only one remedy for it, and so after spending a couple of days recuperating after the humiliation of the fight with that Chocobo Eater, it was time to get on with a regime. If nothing else, dedicating his time to his own personal training could only benefit and who knew perhaps he would get bored of a routine and then start to come out of his coma.
After managing to acquire suitable loose pants, footwear and vest tops from a local tailor, the morning jogging began in earnest. Ever an early riser, Sephiroth could be found every morning just as the sun were starting to rise, pounding the pavement on one of three routes. From his house at A-02, he would skirt the 8th and 9th district before turning his route through the Mognet central part of the City towards the 3rd district, stopping for a time check -as performed adequately by Spencer- and some stretching near to where Crystal of Fire was set.
There were then options. He would either attempt to break his time in the return leg back to his house, head for the 13th or 6th Districts and then lap back to the Crystal before returning home- depending mostly on his mood and what else he had planned to do for that day in the other Districts. He still had his research on his mind and also had to shop just as much as the next person; at least the Gils they had been awarded for dealing with the Chocobo Farm 'problem' were for the most part stretching well. He had had some minor disagreements with a shopkeeper over their definition of what was 'adequate' for his needs with regard to some essential grooming products, but it was nothing -he reminded himself- to get worked up over.
A food parcel left on his doorstep would be waiting when he returned home, and although he mumbled under his breath about it Sephiroth would take it all the same. Spencer didn't mind Angeal's cooking at all no matter how Sephiroth abstained from accepting the other mans charity; he was more than capable of looking after himself.
Where: Locations in Aqures Ixen, as prompted
When: During the Mognet strike: 25th Aug - 1st Sept
Summary: Getting acquainted shenanigans; picking up the training.
Format: Prose/Action - take your pick!
Warnings: None, except perhaps he is not the most receptive when it comes to being social.
Morning Jogging [Various Locations]
It didn't seem that Sephiroth would be waking up from this dreamworld any time soon.
This dreamworld where he had to eat, sleep and find activities to fill the hours of each day that dragged by, he swore, at a slower rate than normal. Naturally it was the time of year where the days were still long, but to Sephiroth they were unbearably so - mostly to do with the fact that he wasn't occupied. There could be only one remedy for it, and so after spending a couple of days recuperating after the humiliation of the fight with that Chocobo Eater, it was time to get on with a regime. If nothing else, dedicating his time to his own personal training could only benefit and who knew perhaps he would get bored of a routine and then start to come out of his coma.
After managing to acquire suitable loose pants, footwear and vest tops from a local tailor, the morning jogging began in earnest. Ever an early riser, Sephiroth could be found every morning just as the sun were starting to rise, pounding the pavement on one of three routes. From his house at A-02, he would skirt the 8th and 9th district before turning his route through the Mognet central part of the City towards the 3rd district, stopping for a time check -as performed adequately by Spencer- and some stretching near to where Crystal of Fire was set.
There were then options. He would either attempt to break his time in the return leg back to his house, head for the 13th or 6th Districts and then lap back to the Crystal before returning home- depending mostly on his mood and what else he had planned to do for that day in the other Districts. He still had his research on his mind and also had to shop just as much as the next person; at least the Gils they had been awarded for dealing with the Chocobo Farm 'problem' were for the most part stretching well. He had had some minor disagreements with a shopkeeper over their definition of what was 'adequate' for his needs with regard to some essential grooming products, but it was nothing -he reminded himself- to get worked up over.
A food parcel left on his doorstep would be waiting when he returned home, and although he mumbled under his breath about it Sephiroth would take it all the same. Spencer didn't mind Angeal's cooking at all no matter how Sephiroth abstained from accepting the other mans charity; he was more than capable of looking after himself.
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Sephiroth's still-unnamed chocobo being kept for him at the farm was always glad for the attention from Angeal, but it wasn't the attention she wanted from her Hero and so sometimes she seemed rather sad but not overly so. At least she seemed to have been getting on well with Demeter after their misunderstanding before, though - the larger white chocobo would always make sure that the smaller one wasn't lonely for too long.
By the time that Sephiroth were on his last leg of the jog, back to his house from the 3rd District he had already worked up an adequate sweat at least. His vest was damp from it but not sodden, and he was doing his best to ignore how the bangs at the front of his hairstyle were starting to stick to his face. He kept his eyes forward, on Spencer mostly who was doing a fair job of being something of a guide post so that he wouldn't get lost on the way back.
A glance to the side indicated that he wasn't alone as Angeal pulled up beside his stride. Sephiroth hadn't heard him approach, but the duller senses he had since he'd been transported here were the least of his concerns. At first he seemed content to keep pace with his old comrade but soon after he flashed something of a smirk, digging deep with a heavier breath and forcing more momentum down into his legs - to get a boost of speed away from the other man.
After all, Sephiroth still had to maintain that he was the higher trained out of all of them, right?
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Mogington flew behind his hero without knowing the subtle exchange that had just happened. In his moogle mind, he saw it as Angeal trying to chase down Sephiroth, perhaps to speak with him.
"Why aren't you stopping?" He called out but Angeal wasn't listening to the moogle.
Angeal was having a bit of fun catching up to his peer. It was much like the times they were training together and Angeal often stayed back as Genesis and Sephiroth had their rivalry. He was happy just to have this time with Sephiroth again even if he wasn't entirely welcomed.
He wasn't trying to best Sephiroth, he just wanted to spend time with his friend even if the other thought otherwise for the time being but a little competition never hurt. He pushed forward to keep up and maybe had gone a little ahead to push Sephiroth even further. Training wasn't about just being average, it was going above and beyond that, which was something they both needed.
Angeal's breathing became heavier and even he was beginning to tire now that they had gone the stretch and yet he pushed himself to keep up. He couldn't be an effective warrior if he tired out too quickly.
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Though as the sprint went on and rapid breaths became heavier it seemed his comrade had managed to catch up to him, even had managed to overtake him by a couple of strides for which Sephiroth found it took more effort to force his body to pick up the pace than what he remembered having to press on with before. It had to be all that food and lapse in his training, but really, a devolution of his fitness that fast? He was supposed to be Mako-enhanced, it was supposed to be easier than this.
Still, Angeal seemed to tire quicker still than he did and so he drew a sharp breath in with which to finish the last stretch to the front of his house. Effectively winning their race. Though, as soon as he stopped running the world narrowed down to his heaving breath as it raced with his pulse to reset him back to baseline and Sephiroth found he was bent over with one hand on his knee, the other arm clutching around his middle - that troublesome right side that he'd landed on naturally was the first to stitch up.
Just what was going on? This recovery was taking much too long. Spencer had been the first to enter the house and retrieve a glass of water which he was quietly waiting for Sephiroth to take. Once he'd caught his breath, that is.
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Between heavy draws of air, he spoke. "We used to be much faster than this."
It was true that Angeal tired quicker but what he made up for in speed he had in strength. He was stronger, but certainly not faster. His body was far heavier than his two partners, Sephiroth and Genesis, and it wasn't just enhancements that made him this way. He was conditioned for a different reason which was odd in comparison to his two colleagues.
He drew in a deep breath and held it in his chest with his eyes closed to steady his heart rate faster. Just that action alone hurt a bit more than it used to. He let out the held breath in a loud exhale that almost made him cough. It was a bad idea on his part to try the method he had used so often after his training.
Mogington and flown off to get Angeal some water while the two men recovered. Even though the moogles were on strike, they still had their duties to perform. Angeal looked over at Sephiroth and straightened himself. It was a bad idea to start on this run cold which had put Angeal in a terrible state.
"I believe these past few days proves that we're not dreaming anymore." Angeal felt the lingering pain from their fight with the chocobo eater still when usually they were able to heal those bruises in minutes.
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He blinked back a few dizzy dots from his vision and, similarly to Angeal worked very hard to even his breathing back out. Eventually he raised his head, wiped his sweat beaded brow with the back of his hand and crouched slowly before reaching out to take the water offered from Spencer. Taking a small sip, even though he really wanted to drain the whole glass in one go, he then looked back to his ex-comrade and chanced to speak.
"You can-" A steadier breath was taken and Sephiroth slipped easily into sitting on the floor with his knees bent up either side of him. "-believe what you want. This isn't real and these inconveniences only convince me more of that."
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"Sephiroth, you're a stubborn one." Of course he was the pot calling the kettle black in this case but it did make Angeal smile a bit. "You'll never change."
It was a good sign that Sephiroth didn't change, and perhaps he never will, but for Angeal it just made the experience living here that much more real to him. He let out a laugh for no particular reason to let off the stress he was feeling and rolled on to his side. "Your chocobo misses you."
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Genesis had been exercising, but unlike them, he had realized that his speed and strength was no where near what he was use to. He had thought it might be thanks to whatever had cured him of his degradation had also made him into a weaker, more normal human. So while he would usually had tried to match Sephiroth, he knew his pride would have not liked the aftermath and kept his pace at a level he could handle without falling on his face afterwards.
So when he finally came up to him, he wasn't breathing heavily for air and still had enough energy to retreat if his presence was unwelcome. But he did have to make some attempt at find a balance with the other two. If they were going to be stuck here, he did not want to find himself with no ally in either of them.
"In dreams, we are but men it would seem."
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And then the missing one to their trio trotted up.
As Genesis approached, Sephiroth handed the mostly empty glass back to his moogle who was more than happy to flutter off back inside in the wake of the red headed arrival. He leaned back some on his hands on the front lawn and used the motion to experimentally stretch out those muscles that had been stitching him moments before. He flicked a glanced over to the one who had betrayed him and couldn't help but frown some at the comment. So, Genesis also, within his own dream thought that it was a dream as well. How complicated.
"What do you mean by that?"
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The last time they were in the same vicinity together didn't end well and it seemed that same could happen here as well. Angeal was bracing himself for the worst, just as he had often done in the past among other members of SOLDIER when some candidates and selectees were at odds.
He hadn't realized that his own eyes had turned a darker shade of blue from before when they used to be brighter and stood out. He noticed the hue in Sephiroth's eyes turned paler but he figured that was because of the morning sun hitting his friend's face at the right angle and hadn't thought much of it.
With his breathing at a more steady pace, he stood up and handed the glass back to Mogington with a nod and the moogle took the glass back and slipped it into his bag.
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Genesis swept aside a fall of his hair from his face, his face flushed from exercising and his hair sticking to the back of his neck. He had stripped off the usual heavy layers, not wishing to chance anything remotely like heat stroke in this weird place, so his arms and legs were bare and beginning to show signs of having too much sun.
Hair out of his eyes, he motioned to them, their vibrant blue shading more towards green. "The mako isn't burning as brightly as it had on the Planet."
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He hadn't really spent all that much time with either of his old friends, which explained why Sephiroth hadn't yet managed to put a finger on what was different with the way they looked. That tell-tale Mako gleam was something that, as SOLDIER, was just an automatic given.
Still remaining on the ground with his hands back supporting him in a propped up position, Sephiroth locked eye contact with Genesis as he indicated to his change in eye color, ignoring for the most part the flushing in his face much like he'd dismissed the apparent beginnings of sunburn. They'd all been out exercising, it was Summer, go figure. Sephiroth's eyes narrowed further, glinting green peeking out from between thick eyelashes, yet still retained much of said given intensity on his part, when compared to the other two. He wondered what point Genesis was trying to prove.
"I guess not." He conceded yet it was with his usual air of aloofness which was instantly backed up by the smooth -if somewhat forced- way that Sephiroth got back to his feet. A hot band burned around his middle still but he was perfectly good at hiding it. So what if Angeal and Genesis, as they existed in his dream, were without Mako all of a sudden. Sephiroth certainly wasn't, just as he never had been - no matter how much said dream might want to make him believe it.
"How unfortunate."
Damn though, his diaphragm was still so tight.