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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, 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.