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middaeg2020-04-14 08:07 pm
supersoldier) wrote in middaeg2020-04-14 08:07 pm
( open ) i will never be
Who: Sephiroth and YOU!
When: Aereuer 13th
Where: The Looking-Glass House
What: Memshare event!
Warnings: N/A, will add when necessary.
[Sephiroth's mirror is framed in black, cut in clean, elegant lines that look as though they are sharp to touch. It is hard to perceive much else in such a dark color, not without peering closer, and strangers won't note anything odd. Those who know him better could see more: patterned lines interspersed throughout like the vanes and notches of feathers, and a long, curving katana carved into the bottom. The contour lines of a steely city, artfully hidden beneath the rest.
The wood is glossy, unmarred, and perfect to those uncaring. Spiderwebbing, barely-there hairline fractures are visible to closer CR. They shimmer at the right angle, so briefly that it might have been a trick of the light.]
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aurajen! thanks!))
When: Aereuer 13th
Where: The Looking-Glass House
What: Memshare event!
Warnings: N/A, will add when necessary.
[Sephiroth's mirror is framed in black, cut in clean, elegant lines that look as though they are sharp to touch. It is hard to perceive much else in such a dark color, not without peering closer, and strangers won't note anything odd. Those who know him better could see more: patterned lines interspersed throughout like the vanes and notches of feathers, and a long, curving katana carved into the bottom. The contour lines of a steely city, artfully hidden beneath the rest.
The wood is glossy, unmarred, and perfect to those uncaring. Spiderwebbing, barely-there hairline fractures are visible to closer CR. They shimmer at the right angle, so briefly that it might have been a trick of the light.]
((ooc; these memshare prompts are open to anyone unless specified otherwise! he'll just be more guarded about a few of the more personal ones if you're not close CR. if you want something specific, hmu at
the shinra building. (stairs for days edition)
For instance, it’s easiest to take the elevator up to a higher floor, but inconvenience has overtaken every aspect of the day. The elevators are out of service right now, sir. The maintenance staff should be done with the work if— uh, if you’re willing to wait about an hour or so.
That wouldn’t do, he had told him, and so now the memory materializes from those old shadows to the here and now: a great steel staircase that rises up and up, floor by floor, passing by oversized numbers which taunt those with lacking willpower.
...5, 6, 7... 11, 12, 13...
His pace is brisk, unhesitatingly so, like a machine is the one ascending more so than a man. They're still a ways off, and whoever is visiting this memory had better keep up, else the surroundings begin to fog and haze for those about to get left behind.
Either way, he isn’t slowing down.
And neither is the "real" Sephiroth, who walks at the same place from a floor below, speaking to his companion-]
I remember how ridiculous I thought this was. [...] You need to keep up.
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Not to say she doesn't tough it out for a while, but after about 30 or 40 sets, she can't help but complain, a little breathless. Her strength is in her ability to swing a sword at least as heavy as her, not in how many sets of stairs she can climb without needing a rest. Damn her insatiable curiosity; maybe if she wasn't wandering aimlessly into the mirrors for fun...]
You don't think it ridiculous now?
[Even Syrcus Tower didn't seem this bad.]
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The propensity to speak with his stair-climbing companion, who might have been oblivious to what she was getting into when she first wandered into his mirror.]
I have the advantage of hindsight this time.
[Meaning that it loses its edge of absurdity when it’s already happened, despite re-living it through surreal memory.]
Tired already?
[He says, forty-ish floors up.]
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[But is that supposed to be more or less exhausting than the alternative? Apparently less, according to her.]
"Already," he says. At least I don't have my blade on me, or I'd be really screwed.
[A low growl, and she sucks in a breath to try and keep moving, slower than him though she is. Speed was never her strong point.]
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[It's said dryly, matter-of-factly. The employees, he's certain, would not particularly appreciate it, as unfortunate personnel would be the only other warm bodies he'd come across on this endless stairwell.
Having little better to do, and with a tendency to nip complaints in the bud if necessary, Sephiroth deigns to pick at this stranger's logic.]
Didn't you have your sword when you were climbing your tower and "killing stuff" along the way?
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[She manages to maintain a steady distance behind, slower than him for sure, but evidently much better suited to endurance than she is to speed. Lag though she does, she never quite stops outright.]
I am a dark knight now, however. And knights, especially those in full armor, are not typically known for their lightning speed or easy maneuverability.
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Sephiroth turns his head to catch another glance at her, as if trying to match her appearance with her claims. It’s an idle curiosity, nothing more; he has no room to judge, given the wildly different appearances of SOLDIERs having no actual bearing on their capabilities and strength.]
On my planet, Gaia, we don't have knights. Not in the literal sense.
[Stories, metaphors, the like. Certainly so. But there are no dark knights stomping around the floors of the Shinra building, or anywhere in Midgar.]
Obviously these stairs were not made with them in mind. [Another dry comment, but it lacks any real edge.] But you mean that you’re a healer, too?
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[Irhya doesn't look the part at first glance, and she knows it. She's tiny, barely five fulms tall and definitely not of such build that one would immediately associate her with heavy physical anything. But the fact she's still running at a steady pace is a sign she's definitely had some training, if not to the extent of the man a half a flight above her.]
When's the top? This building's too damn tall.
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Floor fifty-nine. From there, we'll still be heading up. I have business in another department today.
[A pause, and then-]
You can leave if it's too tedious for you. My mirror must not be as interesting as you thought it would be. [Because she landed in stairwell hell.]
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[She enjoys being contrary wherever possible. Even if it does mean more stairway hell. Her grin shows off elongated canine teeth, even more fine and pronounced than a Keeper of the Moon's should be.]
Perhaps the interesting stuff is yet to come? I think I'll keep at it and find out.
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They are almost there, but in the interim:]
Then share with me the name of the woman who's decided to root around in my memories for today.
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Irhya. A pleasure, sir. And-- oh, thank the gods, is that the end of the stairs I see?
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He remembers the name, and in an automatic way, only because introductions are the same as obligation-] My name is Sephiroth.
[And leaves it at that. What a #social man.
At any rate, the memory version of himself passes through the door up at the top of the stairwell, leaving it open for them to follow. Sephiroth steps through first, but he has no doubt the woman is not too far behind, pushed forward by her curiosity.
Skyview Hall is a large reception area, impossibly sleek and corporate unlike the tiring, copy-paste sets of stairs they just climbed. The difference is stark and jarring, from utilitarian to almost-opulence. Men and women, dressed in business attire, mill about their day. In the distance, large windows line nearly the entirety of this floor, affording a grand, nighttime view.]
This is the equivalent of another reception area. [-he explains, and the awe is lost on him. He's seen it before, again and again.]
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[More sarcasm, though she does take the time to stride up to the nearest wall of windows and glance out. It's certainly beautiful with all the glittering lights, but there's a layer of smog that permeates the air outside, which gives her cause to wonder. Ceruleum has the same effect, too, if only in a different color...]
So, a meeting? With anyone important?