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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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"My thanks." She sounded sincere, but it was tinged with an air of wryness that couldn't go unnoticed. "Would that the others appreciate my efforts." Ashelia shrugged, a gesture lacking somewhat in regal grace but quite fitting for her humble garb. "In the end, though, the creature was defeated and the chocobos saved. Naught else matters."
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Sephiroth followed with a curt nod to acknowledge as well but didn't make a further comment, he didn't feel the need to.
"Such is the bane of a tactical mind." And by the way that she said it, Sephiroth completely understood where she was coming from. Especially in his younger years, despite his prodigal intelligence and sharp conditioning in combat far beyond his years, Sephiroth's judgments had been dismissed as amateur - and more often than not the Company and it's military would then later regret it.
"Mission accomplished indeed. Though I have no doubt that it won't be the last time, given the monster problems in this region."
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"At the very least, the others will be more prepared for what lies ahead." The queen shook her head, a bit of frustration bubbling up as she recalled the battle. Sephiroth wasn't the only one that was embarrassed, though the cause for Ashelia's embarrassment was different in nature. "I daresay some of them jumped into the fray not knowing what job they'd been bestowed by the Crystal. An admirable act, a virtuous one perhaps, but fundamentally flawed."
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When Ashelia's thoughts seemed to drift off into an indefinable point somewhere, Sephiroth at least did her the courtesy of averting his own gaze away also. He identified with that feeling, when ones thoughts invariably run away from you. The last thing he wanted to appear was as overbearing as he knew he could without much effort, where he had relied very much on that intimidation with his authority within Shinra he wasn't so arrogant as to assume it might work the same here.
"I do wonder how some of our merry band of apparent 'Heroes' could ever have been selected for such." He lowered his voice a little, well aware of the strange looks from the populace talking about the legend too loudly in public could bring. Having spent a lot of time studying in the Library, he couldn't blame them either.
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Perhaps there was something to be said for the flexibility of young minds, in accepting change more readily than those adults who may have become so set in their ways that change was impossible. He had been a child prodigy himself, after all.
"There is no differentiation between man, woman, child or elder when it comes to War." He commented, meeting Ashelia's gaze confidently yet forever cool and aloof in his manner. "I'm sure you're well acquainted with a similar truth, as well."
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She tapped her bottom lip with a finger, tilting her head to the side. "Violence does not discriminate. Men, women, children, the elderly - all react the same to being run through with a spear."
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"Not so where I have come from, slavery is something written in history only. Though I appreciate your point of view." And he did, as far as was possible.
"But you are right, all beings die much in the same way."