Sephiroth Dead? (Open to anyone)

[barret]

((ooc: i agree, i started thinking you guys left and i missed it, especially when those other guys started doing their own thing))

[rikelusdeverell]

[Outskirts of Nibleheim: Rikelus; Maji]

“If you’re soul clings to bitterness it’ll burn itself out.” He spoke in a calm repose tapping his foot on the lush, soft earth beneath him. His crimson red eyes had a sparkle of orange in them, and seemed rather vivid in the waning sun. He chuckled softly before his right hand snaked up to his face and shut his eyelids for a moment. He had always pondered what the true meaning of freedom was, had he been blinded too far to see the reality before his eyes. Rikelus had never gone through life bothered by the triviality of things. Bitterness was a funny thing, it was the Corel Desert, The Nibel mountains, and the Great Glacier. What I mean by that is bitterness can be snow, because snow is consuming; once you get covered waist deep in it, one find’s it hard to climb out with any help. I suppose you could say the same for the quicksand, or the treacherous mountains with monsters and jagged edges and deceiving spires at every turn.

I didn’t understand what she was doing, I often wonder if she really understands me. I glanced over at her incredulously. Well not really a glance, a stare I’ll admit it for a bit. How she could go from extremely calm and collected to very ill tempered and angry was over my head. I was about to respond, but I decided to let her be. I often wondered if I was dreaming. Maybe she wasn’t there. It was entirely possible that I was pacing around, hallucinating, and that I’d just happened to dream up Maji, laying there in the sunlight, perfect as ever. I knew it wasn’t a dream because she wasn’t talking to me in an excited fashion. Instead she had that “cross-word” exchanging voice blurting out at me. I wanted to reach down and brush my fingertips against her knee to see if she was real and feel the warmness in-spite of her attitude through the fabric she was garbed in. I felt that she was good at heart whether she admitted it or not, and all she really needed was someone to tell her she was ok, or at least that’s how it seemed on the outside anyway.

Someone taught me something one time, ya’know. I didn’t really understand it until now. He taught me through the course of his actions not to be afraid and to take a stand for anyone weaker than you. Pride and dreams are finite although they carry us through into tomorrow often are they as miniature as a grain of sand in comparison to the suffering of others...I see a bumpy road in our future with the destiny that has unfolded in Nibleheim. I thought I may’ve been coming full circle this entire time; and emerge someone stronger, someone more determined to break away from the caste shell of a Soldier that I had been residing in for quite some time now.

Most people live their everyday lives with an attitude of "Oh well, it doesn't matter." When I look into her eyes I see past the intense hues, and seemingly through her deep down into the reaches of her soul. I feel that we’ve both failed somewhere in our lives long ago, and nobody ever wants to live the way we do not knowing whether your going to be alive one day and dead the next. It’s not supposed to be this way, for anyone, even those who commit heinous crimes against the planet.

Life isn’t some trivial game where you have a reset button--- If only it were as easy as flicking a switch the v'olah! I think little by little, meeting people like her changed me into who I am today. Hell I lost a war without even firing a shot, who could’ve overcame that disappointment without committing to a life of alcoholism and living in respite? She was still caste in her shell and I had the feeling that I was just cracking away at it little by little just waiting until I hit big enough of a fissure that she would be able to be free and be who she wanted to be. The hardest choice I’ve ever made in my life was knowing where to begin..

[acidgypsy]

The grass whispered over her wrists as Maji let out a growl and got to her feet, brushing broken stalks of green off her pants with a few brisk whisks of her fingertips. This was getting awkward... But most of all that feeling in her gut that they were needed back in the town was eating away at her from the inside something fierce.
However, when she looked over her shoulder at him, she nearly broke her silence for laughing. Just that stare he had... looked almost like he was trying to see right through her by straining his eyes. Silly boy.
Abruptly, she turned away before her smile could get the better of her.

"Come on, then. We're going back."

Her voice, although seemingly cold and blunt, couldn't hide the aura of amusement that cloaked her in it's warmth. That same rare smile flickered across her lips, calming yet sparking with her spunky personality, before disappearing once again behind a mask of self-directed scorn. That armor of isolation... it chafed her so. But she wasn't yet ready to shed it. Life wasn't fun and games and light; life was hurt and death and injury that buried her beneath it's festering coils and crushed the desire to fight out of her. Suffocating her. Rumbling its amusement at attempts of escape.
No. The armor would stay.

The leather creaked under her weight as she straddled her bike, running her palm along the smooth chrome finish with deliberate fondness. It seemed lately... that in lieu of another living person she had grown perhaps a little too protective of an inanimate object. Maybe not insisting to drive it herself wouldn't hurt just this once.

"Hey..."

Her face hidden by the dark curls of her hair, she continued running her fingeritp along the handlebars; hestitating slightly before tossing her head and tucking her hair behind one ear with a push-back of her lean fingers, grinning. It was one of those 'I know I'll regret this later but what the hey' sort of smiles... one that unknowingly made a dimple appear on the right side of Maji's lips.

"You wanna drive?"

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[2cool]

Cloud rode down the road as fast as his bike could take him. His bike, The Fenrir, wasn't particulary made for speed. The fact that it was made with heavy metals and to carry Cloud's six swords would say that it was made for power and durability with only average speed. Cloud looked to his watch and gritted his teeth. He was very late. This was not a good start. He had a date with Tifa and he was tardy, it was not going to be pretty.

Once Cloud entered Nibelheim, bad memories started flowing in. However, good ones of Tifa begin to take place in his mind and so he smiled. He had the main blade of the First Tsurugi, the hollow blade, and serratted blade for protection. It was Nibelhiem after all. He soon came across Tifa, she seemed to have a backpack on. Cloud found it weird but it was ok. Cloud had brought a bouquet of flowers before driving for Nibelheim. He parked his bike behind and he walked the rest of the way. He smiled and took his glasses off. With flowers in hand, he walked up to tap Tifa on her shoulder. When she turned around, he showed her the flowers that he bought her. Cloud felt that this was going to be a great day.

[rikelusdeverell]

“You kidding me? I’ve been waiting for you to ask that question.” Rikelus winced and glanced towards a plume of dust being twisted around transfigured into a large Cloud in the distance. He narrowed his eyes as if he were attempting to zoom in on it, and heard the dull roar of Fenrir. The first class Soldier glanced down at his watch twisting a few knobs on it and adjusting it, it was quite cantankerous to watch him fool with it due to all the spinning and independent mechanisms built into it.

Ya’know for me not to know Maji for long, I have a lot of respect for her, not only because she’s a very talented mercenary, but because she’s a good person at heart. Beneath that shell of ice she had been building up for years there was beauty, just like beneath the snowfields of Icicle Inn. I know it’s very hard to be sure of this, because she seems so withdrawn. If you knew her, like I knew her you’d know she really cares a lot about her friends. A cool breeze blew through the air, causing strands of Rikelus’s un-natural colored azure hair to outstretch from their haphazard styling and waggle all in the same direction.

His gloved hand reached down into his pocket pulling out a pair of mirror tint multi-purpose glasses. One would think he would own a pair of sleek and stealthy looking glasses; but nay—Rikelus owned a pair of aviator style bulky glasses that were almost too big for his face. He slid them on and pushed them up from the bridge of his nose before mounting the steel beast. Upon clicking the ignition, the crankshaft started to spin, and various belts with it, and Rikelus pulled in the clutch and slightly revved the engine not above five grand before he clicked down into first and took off towards Nibleheim.

The gear ratio on her motorcycle was slightly odd, upon actually driving it and clicking through the gears traveling towards the sleepy mountain town he knew that there was a lot about it that wasn’t stock. He supposed that was in accordance to the entire, on the run across all the continents clause that she was stuck in for the moment being.

Upon arriving in Nibleheim, it seemed somewhat darker and bleaker than any of them expected. Lights glowed from the windows of various bars, hotels, and restaurants that were clustered in this area of the city. The town had a curfew that was in effect, and it was far from just an advisory. Occasionally someone would wander out and get caught, or trapped by the forces at work. I sped down the cobblestone street downshifting, and weaving around a broken bird fountain. Rikelus saw a visible pink blur, and hammered down on the accelerator nearing towards the blur and the Nibleheim mansion. He watched as the Soldier lifted his rifle and rested the butt of it on his shoulder letting the wood grain bite into his clavicle area as he prepared to execute the woman.

“No more playing around, you bastards.” Rikelus muttered furrowing his eyebrows seemingly annoyed at their dirty tactics. Her scream echoed through the air, and I leaned cocking the steering wheel slightly to the left, and slamming on the front break causing the motorcycle to lift off the ground and pivot with our weight on one wheel sending the sizzling hot muffler and five hundred pound frame into the Soldier knocking him against the steel fence outside of the Nibleheim mansion causing it to rattle. The loud clamoring seemingly was enough to wake up the dead which lay beneath termite ridden boards in the house that ShinRa built.

The woman in the pink dress had staggered to her feet shakily, as I clicked the kickstand down onto the cobblestone and waited for Maji to dismount the motorcycle. I tugged down the sleeves of my tattered coat, and ran sore fingers through my hair glancing down at my uniform.. I glanced up at the woman, who had been watching me with a slightly frightened expression.

“Are you all right, ma’am?” I probed at her politely looking at her reassuringly nod to me, before darting towards the door of a house beating on it until someone opened it up and let her inside. I shut my eyes for a moment unknowingly to Maji and let out a soft sigh, another pitfall of the job, even if you save someone’s life they’re still scared of you or don’t appreciate the fact that you stick your neck out for them. This wasn’t the time or place for that though, “Alright, let’s see what you got beneath that smirk of yours Maji.”

[acidgypsy]

((whoo! I drew a luverly pic of Maji the other day... she's fun to color with Copics. :3
And sorry for the sortness! I'm posting this mid-class. ;.)

Cracking her knuckles, she slid forward in the seat and restarted the bike; soothed by the rumbling purr of the engine under her fingers. At least Rikelus knew somewhat how to properly handle a bike... but using the old EINHERJAR effectively was another matter. Damn... when he hit that SOLDIER with most of the bike, she nearly smacked him for it.
Her neck prickled unpleasantly as she nudged the kickstand up from the ground, making a meaningful glance over the rim of her shades.

"You go ahead. I have a feeling there might be more of these cowards running around here somewhere."

Her gloves made a creaking noise as she tightened her grip on the handlebars.

"In which case it's better for one of us to guard the rear. Just make sure you don't go and get yourself killed, 'kay?"

Wether she showed it or not, Maji did genuinely care if Rikelus got his butt kicked... it just wasn't terribly obvious.

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[rikelusdeverell]

The azure haired man raised a hand thumbing his index and forefinger through his thin haphazardly strewn hair he seemed like he was somewhat affected by her words and he cleared his throat folding his arms across his chest that smug grin sliding across his expressions as he tilted his head diagonally to look at her before he chuckled, “Well you sort of stole my thunder, so I suppose the same goes to you, don’t do anything crazy like I would that includes dying too.” He spoke reassuringly nodding to her, his voice was somewhat stern, and it seemed that his joking mode drifted out the window when she put a crack in that limestone expression of his earlier.

Commodore Deverell glanced towards the Edge of town shutting his eyes for a moment before responding, “I’ll take the exit, and secure the mountain range. May Lady luck smile on you Majidah.”

I never put much thought into what made Genesis tick until i finally picked up a copy of Loveless and read it myself. Who would try to comprehend the misunderstood better than I? Of course it was several years after Zack defeated him in Banora that i ran across a copy. Anyway, i digressed; but i understand a little as to why Genesis read loveless; he didn’t read it because he believed every single line with absolute conviction. He read it because he understood the true beauty of the simple graphic novel. He understood that Soldiers weren’t capable of being loved or having their souls saved. Albeit what is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil, those pearly white gates were forever closed by ShinRa. As he walked towards the gates he blinked rapidly and the white phantom’s voice drifted into his mind yet once again.

“...You aren’t capable of being beloved Commodore..is that what you truly fear??...” the voice chattered in the back of his head over and over again…..

“..you don't want to understand it...”

“...doubt...”
“...anger...”
“...fear..I understand them all my dear boy...”

“...are you afraid?...”

“…Shut up!” Rikelus Deverell spoke out loud seemingly to nothing before he paused for a moment speaking softly murmuring to himself, “We all seek passage through the darkness, and into the light. From the young to old, distant and fading, to age old ideals and a lofty dream handed down to those who take to the steel. For those who fight, we fight for the stillness of a peaceful requiem in which our hopes and dreams are ushered in by an unlikely tomorrow. Mariner of souls; lost Soldier to the abyss, clinging onto life living in a parallel of both worlds I shall deliver to you a river of souls.”

Rikelus lifted his sword from the back of his sheathe and tapped the side of the cold blade against his forehead and as he lowered it he noticed a couple of Deep Ground soldiers looking at him with their rifles shouldered and ready to fire. “I’ll give you a chance to leave, this town deserves a truly peaceful world wouldn’t you agree?” A slight grin shot across Rikelus’s face and the Deep Ground commander shook his head from side to side cocking his machine gun speaking in an almost robotic voice, “People wouldn’t know what to do with themselves in a truly peaceful world.”

Then in the midst of guns pointing at him, and the dark forces closing in like the cloud cover over the lofty mountain town Rikelus Deverell smiled lowering his head, with his eyes almost shut before a soft chuckle escaped his once locked lips, “You’re wrong..”

I find myself wishing,
That there was nothing but the dream,
And the pursuit of the dream;
None other, but passion,
Awakened me from the nightmare,
much like that day, I met you…
I knew that we were fated…
Bound for destinies core..

[Darkmage4]

{OOC: Is this still about my RP? or did it go some were else?}

[OWEED™]

darkmage said:

{OOC: Is this still about my RP? or did it go some were else?}

((OOC - LOL IDK anymore xD))

[barret]

((ooc: I don't either, that's why I tried starting it up again))

[Darkmage4]

{OOC-Well I guess we can start another, }

[barret]

((it might be better that way, less confusion for everyone))

[OWEED™]

barret said:

((it might be better that way, less confusion for everyone))

((ooc - ok i'll copy/paste our event into a new subboard, then delete the excess posts from here ^_^, but i need Tifa-sama's permission first ))