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melodiesoflife2015-02-07 08:33 pm
shinrasfinest) wrote in melodiesoflife2015-02-07 08:33 pm
#7 | Return from the Brink
Characters: Sephiroth & OPEN (except 8th Feb: CLOSED to Jade Curtiss)
Where/When: 8th Feb - Republic of Esdham: A makeshift clinic, 9th Feb Onwards - Aqures Ixen: Hospital
Summary: Sephiroth's ordeal out towards the Desert of Roalie has left him battered, most notably with a leg which is now broken in two places. Even with potions and white magic available, the resources at Esdham are strained in the wake of the recovering effort after the attack by the Herans. Sephiroth is later transferred to Aqures Ixen Hospital where help befitting a Hero of Light is more readily available. Still, it's going to take time for him to get back on his feet.
Warnings: Cuts, bruises, broken limbs; as expected considering. Also he's lost a good few inches from the length of his hair but probably best not to talk about that.
EDIT: Added a #3) Here
#1) 8th Feb - Republic of Esdham: A makeshift clinic [Closed: Jade Curtiss]
Late on the 7th Feb, a rush of activity had ripped through one of the makeshift clinics set up to deal with the aftermath of the attack by the Heran Empire. Someone had been found, much further out than anticipated, by one of the preliminary patrols sent out towards the oasis, and even though the medical staff on hand had tried to keep their tones hushed on account of the late hour, the clinic was already over-capacity and so the urgent healing required by a Hero of Light couldn't be kept a secret.
The unmistakable sound of rain hitting the roof of the tent, or rather the absence of it's wetness hitting his face was what greeted Sephiroth as he came around. The afterglow of a Cure-spell receding it's color as the white-mage Tarutaru currently on shift lowered her hands and offered a kind smile in his direction before leaving just as he squinted eyes first and then chanced to open them. There was no more open-sky above him; so he hadn't dreamed that patrol after all. It had been difficult to tell, given the hallucinations -that dream a few nights ago, for example- that had to have signaled that his body were finally giving up on him.
As if it were waiting specifically for him to regain more consciousness first, the pain then all came crashing back. Sephiroth had gotten an elbow under his one side -the other were in a sling tight up against his chest- but the reeling nausea, centered in particular around that deep agony of bone moving like it shouldn't put him back down prone instantly. With stars across his vision no less. He blinked, registering details as he looked down over himself. There was a plaster cast up to his thigh, and also a supportive brace around his left leg and it were elevated just slightly by way of a few pillows beneath his ankle. He couldn't feel his toes as they poked out of the bottom. He swallowed a rising sick feeling that was stirred and -for the time being- drew his focus into the roof of the tent.
#2) 9th Feb Onwards - Aqures Ixen: Hospital [Open]
If there was something to say of the Aqurean government, they cared for their Heroes a lot. As soon as Sephiroth were out of the immediate hypothermic danger he'd been found in, arrangements had been made for his transportation to a better facility. A small airship had been arranged -no small feat considering the devastation to the airport that had been inflicted- and he'd been away.
Still, not much that Sephiroth could do with one arm still strapped in close to his chest and his leg throbbing away in it's heavy plaster cast and brace which was more often than not elevated into a position from which he couldn't miss it even if he wanted to. Talk about it being staged directly in his face. Hindsight really was 20/20, that leap had been a risk; but what was the alternative? To be killed anyway? Captured? Spencer had already informed him that some of the other Heroes had been taken. Sephiroth scowled heavily every time his thoughts were inevitably drawn that way; another failure to chip away at his pride.
His silver hair had been braided and was set down across one mostly-unblemished shoulder; it was noticeably shorter though. Having had to have had the singed ends cut away. Overall, Sephiroth sat mostly with the backrest up, alone in the ward they'd given him, in silence while the lesser injuries he had sustained; various cuts, bruises and burns, were gradually treated by potion, lotion or Cure-spells. Most often he could be found reading a book, slowly sipping at a glass of water, or reviewing some of the notes that he'd had Spencer bring him from his study area back at the house.
He hadn't the heart to have Spencer send a message to let significant others know he'd been recovered safely, as such exchanges would only lead to what he considered to be unnecessary concern; even as it became obvious that he wouldn't be getting back on his feet nearly as quickly as he would have had he been mako-infused, or so 'special' as he had been before. That and he wasn't sure he could take the pity.
Where/When: 8th Feb - Republic of Esdham: A makeshift clinic, 9th Feb Onwards - Aqures Ixen: Hospital
Summary: Sephiroth's ordeal out towards the Desert of Roalie has left him battered, most notably with a leg which is now broken in two places. Even with potions and white magic available, the resources at Esdham are strained in the wake of the recovering effort after the attack by the Herans. Sephiroth is later transferred to Aqures Ixen Hospital where help befitting a Hero of Light is more readily available. Still, it's going to take time for him to get back on his feet.
Warnings: Cuts, bruises, broken limbs; as expected considering. Also he's lost a good few inches from the length of his hair but probably best not to talk about that.
EDIT: Added a #3) Here
#1) 8th Feb - Republic of Esdham: A makeshift clinic [Closed: Jade Curtiss]
Late on the 7th Feb, a rush of activity had ripped through one of the makeshift clinics set up to deal with the aftermath of the attack by the Heran Empire. Someone had been found, much further out than anticipated, by one of the preliminary patrols sent out towards the oasis, and even though the medical staff on hand had tried to keep their tones hushed on account of the late hour, the clinic was already over-capacity and so the urgent healing required by a Hero of Light couldn't be kept a secret.
The unmistakable sound of rain hitting the roof of the tent, or rather the absence of it's wetness hitting his face was what greeted Sephiroth as he came around. The afterglow of a Cure-spell receding it's color as the white-mage Tarutaru currently on shift lowered her hands and offered a kind smile in his direction before leaving just as he squinted eyes first and then chanced to open them. There was no more open-sky above him; so he hadn't dreamed that patrol after all. It had been difficult to tell, given the hallucinations -that dream a few nights ago, for example- that had to have signaled that his body were finally giving up on him.
As if it were waiting specifically for him to regain more consciousness first, the pain then all came crashing back. Sephiroth had gotten an elbow under his one side -the other were in a sling tight up against his chest- but the reeling nausea, centered in particular around that deep agony of bone moving like it shouldn't put him back down prone instantly. With stars across his vision no less. He blinked, registering details as he looked down over himself. There was a plaster cast up to his thigh, and also a supportive brace around his left leg and it were elevated just slightly by way of a few pillows beneath his ankle. He couldn't feel his toes as they poked out of the bottom. He swallowed a rising sick feeling that was stirred and -for the time being- drew his focus into the roof of the tent.
#2) 9th Feb Onwards - Aqures Ixen: Hospital [Open]
If there was something to say of the Aqurean government, they cared for their Heroes a lot. As soon as Sephiroth were out of the immediate hypothermic danger he'd been found in, arrangements had been made for his transportation to a better facility. A small airship had been arranged -no small feat considering the devastation to the airport that had been inflicted- and he'd been away.
Still, not much that Sephiroth could do with one arm still strapped in close to his chest and his leg throbbing away in it's heavy plaster cast and brace which was more often than not elevated into a position from which he couldn't miss it even if he wanted to. Talk about it being staged directly in his face. Hindsight really was 20/20, that leap had been a risk; but what was the alternative? To be killed anyway? Captured? Spencer had already informed him that some of the other Heroes had been taken. Sephiroth scowled heavily every time his thoughts were inevitably drawn that way; another failure to chip away at his pride.
His silver hair had been braided and was set down across one mostly-unblemished shoulder; it was noticeably shorter though. Having had to have had the singed ends cut away. Overall, Sephiroth sat mostly with the backrest up, alone in the ward they'd given him, in silence while the lesser injuries he had sustained; various cuts, bruises and burns, were gradually treated by potion, lotion or Cure-spells. Most often he could be found reading a book, slowly sipping at a glass of water, or reviewing some of the notes that he'd had Spencer bring him from his study area back at the house.
He hadn't the heart to have Spencer send a message to let significant others know he'd been recovered safely, as such exchanges would only lead to what he considered to be unnecessary concern; even as it became obvious that he wouldn't be getting back on his feet nearly as quickly as he would have had he been mako-infused, or so 'special' as he had been before. That and he wasn't sure he could take the pity.
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All the while that Genesis kept his gaze at his hands, Sephiroth's intense glare might have bored a hole his once-comrade's forehead. Daring him to look up into his eyes as if through those lighter hues Sephiroth might yet be able to tell if he were telling the truth. He had to be lying, either that or whatever source he'd heard it from was flawed; there was no such thing as Project S -presuming that meant "Sephiroth"- at least not in the context Genesis were referring to. He had known, all of his life that he were special...there could well have been a Project given his name, but it wasn't like that. It couldn't be like that.
By the time Genesis did meet his eyes, he might well be able to see the impenetrable wall behind those pale green slitted hues. Typical Sephiroth, though it was a sure indicator of how vulnerable he was feeling in general; for Genesis to attempt to spring something like this on him now was questionable indeed. Quickly, as he continued rabidly to inspect the face turned back up at him, Sephiroth was immediately reminded of the difficulties Genesis must be facing in Crystallis now. Alone and with only Sephiroth left who really knew him.
Stubbornly he blinked a few grades of his stubbornness away and tried to make his expression softer. He didn't succeed very far though, the words that Genesis had voiced might as well have been laced with poison for as bitter as they automatically made him feel. The worst part of it all, there was no way for them to tell, one way or the other. The technology and the evidence of the various projects too were left in a World they had been torn from. As such the unsettling feeling that Genesis were speaking the truth added to the twisting nausea in Sephiroth's gut.
"You go too far, Genesis." But in truth, it was easy to tell that the Silver Warrior's thoughts were racing. The few facts that he knew about the origins of his own existence were stirred and for a long silence Genesis might have thought that some outcomes might prove to be inevitable. It had been a very long time since he had thought about his Mother.
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How could anyone grow up inside of a lab and not accept that they were just another experiment? That all of SOLDIER, for everything they were told, was nothing more than test subjects in the mind of scientists and administrators who were only looking towards their own greed. If he could get his hands on the files, he would probably flung them at Sephiroth, even though he knew that those files were what pushed him over the edge.
Because they were still altered to make him fall.
"Hojo did not get his place because he perfected mako infusion. That was something they already could do. He got his position because of you, because Gast saw what they had thought was a Cetra was actually Heaven's Dark Harbinger and ran to keep from being eaten by it. Hojo allowed it to eat at him, and he infected others with it, though none as great as you. We are the Calanmity's get even if it's through science and not through biology."
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The difference this time, there was no Angeal anymore, to temper either of their alpha-personalities when they came to butt heads against each other.
That stern reluctance, that stubborn wall that had formed only became both taller and thicker as Genesis still insisted on spouting the madness that he would have Sephiroth believe. He dropped his gaze from Genesis' face and looked away across the room. If he had been able to, he would have folded his arms- but the sling holding one of them prevented the gesture. For sure he had grown up within the Science Department but that was only for his own health. Sephiroth's childhood had been no smooth ordeal, peppered with complications that required that he'd needed specialist care - but of course Genesis didn't know much of that and Sephiroth wasn't about to share. How Genesis mentioned of Gast, only added to the ignorance his friend had.
"I'm well aware of how that vulture stepped in as soon as he saw an opportunity to advance his own reputation as a scientist. But it's none of my business, nor should it be yours. Hollander is just sore that he lost the race.
"It surprises me that you would believe anything that he told you."
Because clearly, to Sephiroth at least, this was the man that Genesis must have heard the story from. Who else? But the man that had such a grudge that he would use it to destroy everything that Sephiroth held dear and important. Sephiroth kept his gaze adamantly away from Genesis, and steadily exhaled in the meantime. His anger was spiked, he was tense, and needed to calm down.
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Genesis' voice went from sharp, acid-laced tones to something far more normal as he caught his temper and soothed it down. He still had those moments when his nature got the best of him, but he was getting far better at controlling it instead of letting go rampant. Yes, there was going to be backsliding, but he would always try to catch it and control it after.
"It's been over ten years, fifteen to some people. ShinRa returned to its more humble roots, Hojo and Hollander are no more save as echoes in the Lifestream, we are only notes in files still being found by the heirs of the Planet, if not legends. Do you really think that I would not seek out what I could and actually read it?
"Do not think that I would say these things if I didn't know what was truly happening. I know why Gast fled, I know who he was trying to protect from ShinRa's greed. I even know of Deepground and what Hojo was trying for there, and even what the Turk Valentine was woken to. It is you that is being stubborn of what is because you are still smarting over a betrayal that's in your mind only."
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As soon as those surprisingly-still-raw feelings were touched upon they expanded within Sephiroth's mind like an allergic rash. A large knot were already forming in the depths of his dry throat almost as if he were choking on it and Sephiroth didn't dare to raise his gaze to Genesis as he continued with his explanations. He'd refused to be brought to feeling upset about it at the time, boxed it away and abstained from any involvement with ShinRa's activities to do with either of them- and now for Genesis to call it a betrayal that was only in his mind....how much further did this man who was once his friend want to twist in that barbed dagger?
A deep frown was set between the longer silver bangs as Sephiroth maintained his attention away from Genesis. As if ignoring he were there might make him go away. As if it were a nightmare and he'd wake up in a moment; the cold sweat were already there for sure.
"Give me one good reason to believe you." Sephiroth's reply sounded perhaps more vemon-laced than Genesis were ever used to hearing him speak before, with one notable occasion in their history which had yet to come to pass. The difference this time was that underneath, Sephiroth's flawless logical mind were quickly connecting the dots across both World's, yet at the same time demanding the evidence be presented to support it.
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There was so much more that he could say, about the Reunion, about the tests and the cloning process Hojo attempted, about the pieces of him that formed from his will, but Genesis decided against it. There was no proof, and he knew that Sephiroth was not even going to listen to him now. His mind was too set in its own way and it would probably only be shaken if he was given the files directly from Hojo's hands, or what he suppose were Hojo's hands. None of which would help him in trying to make Sephiroth understand that he did not want to trigger that decent into madness.
He was tired of losing his friends because of forces outside of his control.
"Calamity cells caused my instability, making the cells eat themselves instead of heal like they were suppose to. They gave me the ability to assimilate mako-infused people and thus turning them into weaker clones, though such a process in turn weakened my body. Angeal did not have that instability, but it still caused him to question his own morality as his cells took control of others. In you, the Calamity retains that ability and more. You have yet to awaken to the knowledge, and the gods help us when you do."
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He'd likely never forget how he had felt towards the Calamity that one time in the clearing when he'd been made to think differently, apparently under the control of some mystical black crystal. It was easy to make the connection between that and what Genesis were now trying to get him to understand and he didn't like that at all.
A few heavy moments passed and Sephiroth then let a further long drawn out breath out and down himself as he carefully leaned himself back against the pillows. A light headache were already starting to form behind his eyes -no surprise really, considering- and on it's heels came a renewed rush of the exhaustion that had sent him to sleep in the first place.
"I think that you should go. I need to rest."