{Estuans Interuis}Eclipsed Night{Ira Vehementi}
Jan 12, 2011 1:24:15 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2011 1:24:15 GMT
ooc:
Ok guys, this is an OPEN thread as the subject fails to say (No room, Sorry). Not sure what will come out of it. Any and all Final Fantasy 7 characters are allowed to join. If you are supposed to be dead, Zack, Aeris, Kadaj, or Yazoo for instance, join anyway! Because Technically, I should be dead too. XD
Now, those of you who roleplayed in the Soul rp, this is sorta of the prologue to that. I'm restarting that rp for the benefit of new people who may want to join, but have absolutely no clue what's going on. Also, the Soul searching rp seems to have died, so I started this one.
As far as I'm concerned, in this rp; the Soul one never happened.
Note: Sephiroth isn't very soft right now, even towards people like Kyrie. *pokes Kyrie* Got it? He's practically gone insane again, and forgotten his little romance life with Kyrie. He won't be very welcoming to anyone except his fellow Jenova children.
Setting and summarized plot:
This will take place between Advent Children and Dirge of Cerberus. Shin-ra and Midgar have been rebuilt and slowly, Mako energy is returning to usage. Everything would seem back to 'normal', if it weren't for one thing. An ominous shadow of dark Clouds hover on the horizon, originating from the depths of Northern Cave. Rain rarely falls as the clouds spread, but black lightning flashes non-stop; no thunder sounds however. There is an air of great danger around these clouds as they slowly spread from Northern Cave.
And long scars on the Planet's surface have appeared in three places in the world; scars that are like healing sword wounds. The Lifestream is unstable, often seeping out of these wounds; swallowing everything around them. The Planet's pained cries can be heard by those attuned to the sound; breaking out more often than it did during Sephiroth's reign of terror. But these injuries were not cause by the One-Winged Angel, but by a new danger. An ancient beast that stirs within the very core of the planet; One that was sealed away by the Ancients themselves many years before the Calamity fell to the Planet. The Monster keeps trying to emerge, splitting apart the surface of the Planet; crawling out of the depths. Lifestream pours from those trenches like blood. Massive earthquakes rumbling for miles around these openings as the Planet shudders with agony.
Then the trenches were closed by a rather reluctant Sephiroth, having returned from the Lifestream himself quite recently; answering the Planet's call for help. But his intentions are far from noble. But as he has halted the New Threat three times, the Beast grows stronger after every encounter; learning from its errors in these conflicts. Sephiroth grudgingly accepts the fact that he needs help to forever destroy the Monster.
The time has come for old enemies to put aside the past for the present, to ally against the new danger. But who will join the alliance? Will these 'allies' be able to get along enough to save the world? Who will fall victim to pride and greed? It will all be determined in this rp.
[glow=red,2,300]bic:[/glow]
He was injured... Disbelief glittered in the malignant eyes. His wing was practically split in half, crimson flowing onto the wasted ground. A long, but shallow scratch ran down the side of his face; beginning just below his left eye and running down his neck. The unfamiliar sticky fluid seeping from his wounds did nothing but irritate him more. How could he have let his guard down?! How had this... This Thing managed to break through his defenses to shred the 'immortal' man?!
He was hunched over, breath hissing between gritted teeth. The wing, once so magnificent, hung limply and dragged on the ground as he backed away. Flecks of crimson left a trail in front of him as he retreated. The long silver hair was a mess, spiked up with blood near his injured neck. Leather garments were ripped and dirty, the metal on his shoulders bore fresh scratches and dents. He nearly tripped over his torn wing as it got beneath his feet. The ten foot long sword was held wearily, tip dragging through the dirt and leaving a long mark in the earth.
And barely 11 yards in front of him, a huge trench cut through the ground. A dark fog was spilling from the ripped earth, a huge shadowy beast head was emerging; a triumphant smile curled across it hideous face. But details were hidden by the dark clouds swirling around it. A right clawed hand rose high above the Fallen Angel, and clawed at the man to finish the long grueling battle.
The Nightmare forced away his own pain, struggling to ignore it as greenish-blue, cat-like eyes focused on the coming claws. The Masamune was raised, and there was a swirl of black and silver, tinged with flying dots of red, as he spun around and leaped. The beast's hand came down mere inches from him, and his slashed sideways with the sword. It cut through the tough skin and tendons, sliced cleanly through bone.
The beast let out and earsplitting screech as it reared back; body going back toward the trench, hand left on the ground at Sephiroth's feet. The Monster's eyes narrowed in outrage as black liquid spilled from its severed limb. It opened its hideous jaws and roared in frustration. That was its mistake.
The moments the mouth opened, the Nightmare spun on the spot, Masamune flashing through the air at such speed that it became a mere blur. Long, glowing white crescents of light blazed from the sword, flashing at the Thing's face. They passed into its head and open mouth, and fresh wounds split across its features.
With an agonized howl, it fell back; its remaining hand lost the grip on the edge of the trench. The shadowy thing flailed as it fell back into the depths of the trench, Lifestream sucking it in. The roar faded to a mere rumbled as the earth trembled once more. Sephiroth knelt at the side of the opening, Lifestream swirling around his broken figure. He began to mutter a series of words, almost like some magic spell, and ran a hand over the opening. The earth at his fingers slowly moved back toward itself, and the area surrounding it soon followed. The wound knitted itself back together slowly, and the Lifestream was sucked back into the closing earth.
As the man stood up, a fresh scar ran down the length of the earth, running for almost a quarter mile. He looked up with agonized eyes, and glared at the town nearby; it was Mideel. The small town had once held a huge pool of Lifestream, but it had vanished suddenly as the Monster appeared. Now it was simple yet another ravaged town, with barely any buildings standing. The denizens of the town were gathering slowly, staring at the Planet's wound, and starting at the sight of the dreadfully familiar Nightmare; looking like shit.
Furiously, Sephiroth spun around and vanished into the trees of the surrounding forest, still leaving a trace of crimson behind him in the dirt. Now that the conflict was settled, he felt the full brunt of his wounds. Pain rippled through his shoulder as the wing continued to drag, almost in two pieces. Black feathers littered the ground behind him, and he silently cursed himself. Those feathers would have left a trail from the location of the battle all the way into this forest where he was hoping to rest and heal.
The wound on his face and neck was minor compared to the wing. He would probably be better off removing the thing. But, not all hope was lost. The wing wasn't damaged beyond repair, as his power would aid in the healing process. But it would take a while, a few months probably. he wouldn't be flying anytime soon. But because of that possibility, there was no reason for him to sever the extra appendage.
He therefore settled in, leaning against a tree and plucking the remaining detached feathers from the wing. It wasn't long before the feathers littered the ground at his feet; and he stared in dismay at the exposed flesh. The membrane beneath where the feathers had been was stained with blood and inflamed. his wing would heal eventually, but there would certainly be scarring.
With a sigh, he began to tend to his other minor wounds. Most of them had stopped shedding blood. But his clothes were still torn. There would be no mending for that. But it wasn't too bad. Mostly, just the end of the coat that dangled by his feet was torn in places, nothing had actually been separated from the rest of the garb. He looked ragged, and the hair was still a mess.
Well... There was his little secret. All those stories told about him that were meant to add humor to his terrifying self... Those about how he kept his hair perfect... It was all true. With a slight smirk at the irony, he drew out a comb from his pocket and hurriedly brushed out the hair. It was restored quickly
to its former grandeur.
Finished with his touching up, he walked slowly back the way he had come, no longer bothering to disperse his fallen feathers. he lingered at the edge of the trees, looking on the scene before him. The citizens of Mideel had finally braved the event and come out of hiding, swarming around the battlefield and examining the scar. He in particular noticed a few humans pointing at a pool of dried blood and feathers; the place where he had first gotten his wing ripped. The people pointed at the trail of feathers, and Sephiroth grimaced. If they chose to follow him, he would cut down each one that came his way. The Masamune was still in his left hand, and he had some strength back. At least... Enough to take down mere human beings.
But he was pleased to see as those discussing pursuit shook there heads and sent fearful glances at the forest. Smirking, the Nightmare resumed his leaning against a tree, and watched the events before him. He had nothing better to do now, at least...
Thoughts swarmed through his mind. Why had he even bothered to fight the Thing? Obviously, it was out to leave the planet in ruins. Why then, did he keep standing in its way? This had been the third time he had halted its attack. No doubt, he would not be able to win the next conflict with the thing, at least not alone. So why then? Honestly, he didn't know. He thought he had heard the ghost of a whisper from Jenova, urging him to destroy the Thing. But now, he wasn't so sure. It might have simply been his mind. Was he growing soft to this world? Its destiny was to be destroyed, and to be destroyed at his hands so that he and Jenova; and the other sons and daughters of the Calamity; could build a new Planet. A planet with no suffering, pain, or disaster. All those who stood in his way were enemies.
But it still didn't explain why he had just saved the Planet... Again... His reasons... They were unknown to himself... Perhaps, the answer would come it time. But right now, he needed to regain his strength and power. He could barely stand at the moment. The injured Angel sighed irritably.
Ok guys, this is an OPEN thread as the subject fails to say (No room, Sorry). Not sure what will come out of it. Any and all Final Fantasy 7 characters are allowed to join. If you are supposed to be dead, Zack, Aeris, Kadaj, or Yazoo for instance, join anyway! Because Technically, I should be dead too. XD
Now, those of you who roleplayed in the Soul rp, this is sorta of the prologue to that. I'm restarting that rp for the benefit of new people who may want to join, but have absolutely no clue what's going on. Also, the Soul searching rp seems to have died, so I started this one.
As far as I'm concerned, in this rp; the Soul one never happened.Note: Sephiroth isn't very soft right now, even towards people like Kyrie. *pokes Kyrie* Got it? He's practically gone insane again, and forgotten his little romance life with Kyrie. He won't be very welcoming to anyone except his fellow Jenova children.
Setting and summarized plot:
This will take place between Advent Children and Dirge of Cerberus. Shin-ra and Midgar have been rebuilt and slowly, Mako energy is returning to usage. Everything would seem back to 'normal', if it weren't for one thing. An ominous shadow of dark Clouds hover on the horizon, originating from the depths of Northern Cave. Rain rarely falls as the clouds spread, but black lightning flashes non-stop; no thunder sounds however. There is an air of great danger around these clouds as they slowly spread from Northern Cave.
And long scars on the Planet's surface have appeared in three places in the world; scars that are like healing sword wounds. The Lifestream is unstable, often seeping out of these wounds; swallowing everything around them. The Planet's pained cries can be heard by those attuned to the sound; breaking out more often than it did during Sephiroth's reign of terror. But these injuries were not cause by the One-Winged Angel, but by a new danger. An ancient beast that stirs within the very core of the planet; One that was sealed away by the Ancients themselves many years before the Calamity fell to the Planet. The Monster keeps trying to emerge, splitting apart the surface of the Planet; crawling out of the depths. Lifestream pours from those trenches like blood. Massive earthquakes rumbling for miles around these openings as the Planet shudders with agony.
Then the trenches were closed by a rather reluctant Sephiroth, having returned from the Lifestream himself quite recently; answering the Planet's call for help. But his intentions are far from noble. But as he has halted the New Threat three times, the Beast grows stronger after every encounter; learning from its errors in these conflicts. Sephiroth grudgingly accepts the fact that he needs help to forever destroy the Monster.
The time has come for old enemies to put aside the past for the present, to ally against the new danger. But who will join the alliance? Will these 'allies' be able to get along enough to save the world? Who will fall victim to pride and greed? It will all be determined in this rp.
[glow=red,2,300]bic:[/glow]
He was injured... Disbelief glittered in the malignant eyes. His wing was practically split in half, crimson flowing onto the wasted ground. A long, but shallow scratch ran down the side of his face; beginning just below his left eye and running down his neck. The unfamiliar sticky fluid seeping from his wounds did nothing but irritate him more. How could he have let his guard down?! How had this... This Thing managed to break through his defenses to shred the 'immortal' man?!
He was hunched over, breath hissing between gritted teeth. The wing, once so magnificent, hung limply and dragged on the ground as he backed away. Flecks of crimson left a trail in front of him as he retreated. The long silver hair was a mess, spiked up with blood near his injured neck. Leather garments were ripped and dirty, the metal on his shoulders bore fresh scratches and dents. He nearly tripped over his torn wing as it got beneath his feet. The ten foot long sword was held wearily, tip dragging through the dirt and leaving a long mark in the earth.
And barely 11 yards in front of him, a huge trench cut through the ground. A dark fog was spilling from the ripped earth, a huge shadowy beast head was emerging; a triumphant smile curled across it hideous face. But details were hidden by the dark clouds swirling around it. A right clawed hand rose high above the Fallen Angel, and clawed at the man to finish the long grueling battle.
The Nightmare forced away his own pain, struggling to ignore it as greenish-blue, cat-like eyes focused on the coming claws. The Masamune was raised, and there was a swirl of black and silver, tinged with flying dots of red, as he spun around and leaped. The beast's hand came down mere inches from him, and his slashed sideways with the sword. It cut through the tough skin and tendons, sliced cleanly through bone.
The beast let out and earsplitting screech as it reared back; body going back toward the trench, hand left on the ground at Sephiroth's feet. The Monster's eyes narrowed in outrage as black liquid spilled from its severed limb. It opened its hideous jaws and roared in frustration. That was its mistake.
The moments the mouth opened, the Nightmare spun on the spot, Masamune flashing through the air at such speed that it became a mere blur. Long, glowing white crescents of light blazed from the sword, flashing at the Thing's face. They passed into its head and open mouth, and fresh wounds split across its features.
With an agonized howl, it fell back; its remaining hand lost the grip on the edge of the trench. The shadowy thing flailed as it fell back into the depths of the trench, Lifestream sucking it in. The roar faded to a mere rumbled as the earth trembled once more. Sephiroth knelt at the side of the opening, Lifestream swirling around his broken figure. He began to mutter a series of words, almost like some magic spell, and ran a hand over the opening. The earth at his fingers slowly moved back toward itself, and the area surrounding it soon followed. The wound knitted itself back together slowly, and the Lifestream was sucked back into the closing earth.
As the man stood up, a fresh scar ran down the length of the earth, running for almost a quarter mile. He looked up with agonized eyes, and glared at the town nearby; it was Mideel. The small town had once held a huge pool of Lifestream, but it had vanished suddenly as the Monster appeared. Now it was simple yet another ravaged town, with barely any buildings standing. The denizens of the town were gathering slowly, staring at the Planet's wound, and starting at the sight of the dreadfully familiar Nightmare; looking like shit.
Furiously, Sephiroth spun around and vanished into the trees of the surrounding forest, still leaving a trace of crimson behind him in the dirt. Now that the conflict was settled, he felt the full brunt of his wounds. Pain rippled through his shoulder as the wing continued to drag, almost in two pieces. Black feathers littered the ground behind him, and he silently cursed himself. Those feathers would have left a trail from the location of the battle all the way into this forest where he was hoping to rest and heal.
The wound on his face and neck was minor compared to the wing. He would probably be better off removing the thing. But, not all hope was lost. The wing wasn't damaged beyond repair, as his power would aid in the healing process. But it would take a while, a few months probably. he wouldn't be flying anytime soon. But because of that possibility, there was no reason for him to sever the extra appendage.
He therefore settled in, leaning against a tree and plucking the remaining detached feathers from the wing. It wasn't long before the feathers littered the ground at his feet; and he stared in dismay at the exposed flesh. The membrane beneath where the feathers had been was stained with blood and inflamed. his wing would heal eventually, but there would certainly be scarring.
With a sigh, he began to tend to his other minor wounds. Most of them had stopped shedding blood. But his clothes were still torn. There would be no mending for that. But it wasn't too bad. Mostly, just the end of the coat that dangled by his feet was torn in places, nothing had actually been separated from the rest of the garb. He looked ragged, and the hair was still a mess.
Well... There was his little secret. All those stories told about him that were meant to add humor to his terrifying self... Those about how he kept his hair perfect... It was all true. With a slight smirk at the irony, he drew out a comb from his pocket and hurriedly brushed out the hair. It was restored quickly
to its former grandeur.
Finished with his touching up, he walked slowly back the way he had come, no longer bothering to disperse his fallen feathers. he lingered at the edge of the trees, looking on the scene before him. The citizens of Mideel had finally braved the event and come out of hiding, swarming around the battlefield and examining the scar. He in particular noticed a few humans pointing at a pool of dried blood and feathers; the place where he had first gotten his wing ripped. The people pointed at the trail of feathers, and Sephiroth grimaced. If they chose to follow him, he would cut down each one that came his way. The Masamune was still in his left hand, and he had some strength back. At least... Enough to take down mere human beings.
But he was pleased to see as those discussing pursuit shook there heads and sent fearful glances at the forest. Smirking, the Nightmare resumed his leaning against a tree, and watched the events before him. He had nothing better to do now, at least...
Thoughts swarmed through his mind. Why had he even bothered to fight the Thing? Obviously, it was out to leave the planet in ruins. Why then, did he keep standing in its way? This had been the third time he had halted its attack. No doubt, he would not be able to win the next conflict with the thing, at least not alone. So why then? Honestly, he didn't know. He thought he had heard the ghost of a whisper from Jenova, urging him to destroy the Thing. But now, he wasn't so sure. It might have simply been his mind. Was he growing soft to this world? Its destiny was to be destroyed, and to be destroyed at his hands so that he and Jenova; and the other sons and daughters of the Calamity; could build a new Planet. A planet with no suffering, pain, or disaster. All those who stood in his way were enemies.
But it still didn't explain why he had just saved the Planet... Again... His reasons... They were unknown to himself... Perhaps, the answer would come it time. But right now, he needed to regain his strength and power. He could barely stand at the moment. The injured Angel sighed irritably.
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