Post by Genesis on Dec 2, 2018 16:32:48 GMT -6
Genesis Rhapsodos
"Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return."
I. BASICS
FULL NAME:: Genesis Rhapsodos
GENDER:: Male
AGE:: 27
ORIENTATION:: Poet-sexual (If you're into poetry, then he's into you).
ALIGNMENT:: Chaotic
GENDER:: Male
AGE:: 27
ORIENTATION:: Poet-sexual (If you're into poetry, then he's into you).
ALIGNMENT:: Chaotic
HEIGHT:: 5'11'' (I MAY have just looked up Gackt's height)
HAIR/EYES/SKIN:: Genesis has chin-length red hair that is cut into shorter layers. He generally wears his hair in a side part. Being a first class Soldier, he has the trademark glowing blue eyes from years of Mako injections.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: He wears one long earring in his right ear that almost reaches his shoulder. He also has a long black wing coming from his left shoulder that he doesn't normally bother to hide.
II. PERSONA
At his core, Genesis is a selfish man who delights in his own pride and hedonism. He thinks that poetry is life's greatest joy and that the poem Loveless truly was the goddess' own gift to the world. He has the entire play memorized by heart, and he will often sprinkle lines from it into his conversation. He has no patience for people who don't understand the references or aren't interested in humoring his love for poetry. He carries a copy of Loveless tucked into his coat at all times despite knowing it by heart.
Genesis is very loyal to the few people he deems worthy of his time, but he will still always put himself first. He has no problems with stabbing people in the back if it's to his benefit or to save his own life. He rarely opens up to people outside of Angeal and Sephiroth, and he can be incredibly petty and insulting to people he doesn't like. He is not above tripping people or setting things on fire when he's caught in the wrong foul mood.
After the events of Crisis Core, Genesis adopted a slightly more somber outlook. He now wonders what his friends would think of the actions he took to save his own life, and he feels just the tiniest amount of shame for taking everything so far. This doesn't mesh well with his brash personality and his own sense of pride, so he compensates for this by burying the feeling entirely in poetry and red wine.
Genesis is very loyal to the few people he deems worthy of his time, but he will still always put himself first. He has no problems with stabbing people in the back if it's to his benefit or to save his own life. He rarely opens up to people outside of Angeal and Sephiroth, and he can be incredibly petty and insulting to people he doesn't like. He is not above tripping people or setting things on fire when he's caught in the wrong foul mood.
After the events of Crisis Core, Genesis adopted a slightly more somber outlook. He now wonders what his friends would think of the actions he took to save his own life, and he feels just the tiniest amount of shame for taking everything so far. This doesn't mesh well with his brash personality and his own sense of pride, so he compensates for this by burying the feeling entirely in poetry and red wine.
III. HISTORY
Genesis was the illegitimate and unwanted son of someone high up in Shinra who was more than happy to get rid of him by donating him to the science department. This was shortly after Jenova had been unearthed and the scientist Hollander had been granted approval for Project G. As a part of Project G, Hollander injected Gillian Hewley with Jenova's cells, and her cells were then transplanted into Genesis while he was a baby. However, after Sephiroth's birth, Hojo's experiments were deemed superior, and Hollander lost all funding for Project G. Genesis was labelled a failed experiment, and he was sent to live in a farming village on a different continent to get him out of the way. His adoptive parents were wealthy landowners who were very happy to receive a monthly check for looking after him and less than happy to actually have to raise him.
As a child, Genesis never really liked Banora, despite being from the richest family in town. He didn't like the bugs. He didn't like the heat or the cold. He didn't like how boring it was. And he didn't particularly like his parents. The only things he really latched onto were the Banora Whites that grew around town, the caves that he found and played in below the city, and a poor neighbor boy named Angeal. They had a very unlikely friendship that only flourished once Genesis' mom told him that she didn't like him talking to lower-class people. Genesis was determined to be friends with Angeal out of spite after that, and he eventually grew to adore him. He started spending more time over at Angeal's house than his own, to the point where Gillian started joking about buying him a bed. He would follow him into the fields and chatter incessantly when Angeal had to work. Sometimes he could even be persuaded to help. Sometimes.
Genesis found his true love at the age of 12 when he discovered a copy of Loveless in his parent's library. This poem--he was certain--held the answers to all of life's greatest mysteries. He loved everything about it: the tragic tale of three friends all doomed to separate fates, the role of the hero, the way the lines of the poem rolled off his tongue. He became obsessed with it and would read it for hours on end until he could say every line perfectly. He annoyed everyone in his life with it until even Angeal asked him to stop. He did. For about a week. Then he was back with a new obsession--he was going to become a hero just like one of the men in the story. He was positive that this was what his life was destined for.
In an effort to secure his dream of becoming a hero and fulfilling Loveless, Genesis left Banora at the age of 14 to join Soldier. He missed almost nothing that he had left behind except Angeal, and he was thrilled when Angeal joined him in Midgar a few months later after he too had turned 14. Angeal's presence ended up being exactly what Genesis needed to be accepted into Soldier. Despite running circles around most of the other cadets and being exceptionally talented with Materia, Genesis had a lot of problems with listening to authority and being anything other than an angry teenager with attitude. Thankfully, Angeal was a moderating influence, and they were eventually both accepted into Soldier.
Genesis was initially very excited to meet Sephiroth, who he had idolized as a kid. But after their first introduction, he changed his mind. That man--he complained to Angeal--was a cold and aloof bastard, and he would be damned if he would show him any respect again. What followed was a very one-sided rivalry that left Sephiroth more perplexed than anything, but Genesis was always very vindicated when he regaled Angeal with every tiny slight he was able to make against Sephiroth. Eventually, the three were assigned on a mission together, and Sephiroth let slip something about his lonely upbringing and lifestyle, though he himself didn't seem to see a problem with it. After that, Genesis changed his tune. He was going to be friends with Sephiroth whether Sephiroth liked it or not. He started dragging him to the training room for sparring matches, to plays at the theater, to shopping districts, to wild parties that Genesis threw himself. He wasn't sure if Sephiroth appreciated those efforts or not, but he at least started relaxing and opening up to both him and Angeal, so Genesis considered it a success.
After Genesis had been a first class Soldier for several years, there was a sparring accident in the training room. He and Angeal had teamed up to train against Sephiroth, but Genesis grew frustrated about his skills compared to Sephiroth's. Enraged that Sephiroth was always ahead and more likely than him to become a hero like in Loveless, Genesis took things too far and accidentally destroyed the room and broke Angeal's smaller sword. The sword piece hit Genesis in the shoulder and gave him a nasty wound. He attempted to walk it off, but the wound refused to heal, and he was eventually forced to Shinra's medical ward. There, Hollander attempted to treat him, but nothing would work. It was beginning to look like Genesis was going to die, but one night, Genesis feverishly and painfully sprouted a wing from the same shoulder where he had been struck. Horrified, he confronted Hollander who told him the truth about his origins in Project G and theorized that the wound had triggered his genetic structure to start unraveling from Jenova's. Unless something was done, Genesis was going to start degrading and he would eventually die.
Genesis was beside himself and begged Hollander to cure him. He agreed--on one condition. That Genesis abandon Shinra and take as many Soldiers with him as he possibly could. Hollander claimed that Genesis would be easier to cure if Hollander had access to all of Shinra's technology, and he would have that access after their successful rebellion. Genesis wasn't hard to convince since he now despised Shinra for what they had done to him, and he sweet-talked several Second and Third Class Soldiers into running off with him. He was a little uneasy when Hollander suggested that they turn these Soldiers and some kidnapped local townspeople into copies of himself so that they'd be easier to organize. But he quickly brushed his own concerns aside. He needed an army to overthrow Shinra, after all. And he'd do anything at all to keep himself alive. Really, what were a few atrocities if it helped him reach his goal?
Eventually, Angeal confronted Genesis in Wutai, and not wanting to fight Angeal, he told his friend the truth of both of their origins and all about Project G. Disturbed, Angeal left Soldier to join Genesis' rebellion and their search for a cure, but he was quickly appalled by Genesis' forcible creation of copies and the callous murder of his adoptive parents. Eventually, Angeal turned on him in favor of helping Zack instead. Genesis didn't understand in the slightest. Why couldn't Angeal see that all of this was for them so they could live? Who cared what they had to do to make that happen? Regardless, he would push on and find the cure for them alone if he had to.
However, Genesis' degradation suddenly worsened and his hair started to turn white. Enraged, Genesis turned on Hollander and tried to kill him, declaring that he was useless and that he would find Jenova and a cure himself. He was stopped by Zack, and after being defeated, he was heavily injured and crawled off to recover for a while. After he reemerged, he learned that Angeal was dead. Genesis' sanity died a bit too upon hearing the news. Loveless! Why hadn't he seen before that Loveless was clearly the answer? Loveless had always been the answer! It had always been there for him! Unlike those fickle friends who would rather die and leave him alone!
Newly motivated, Genesis set about turning the tunnels under Banora that he used to play in as a kid into an elaborate dungeon reflecting the first three acts of Loveless. If he could just force someone to go through the dungeon and then force a reunion between the three friends like in Act IV, then Loveless would be complete. He would have to receive the gift of the goddess and be cured if Loveless was complete. There were clearly no flaws in this completely sane plan! Except that Angeal was dead. Oh. Disheartened, he decided to hedge his bets and keep searching for Jenova cells while continuing to build his underground Loveless tribute.
His search eventually led him to Nibelheim where Zack and Sephiroth were visiting the reactor. In an attempt to get Sephiroth to side with him, Genesis told Sephiroth the truth of his origins in Project S, informed him that he was a monster just like him, and followed that up by asking for some of his cells. Sephiroth did not take kindly to this and told him he could go rot. Offended, Genesis took his leave. A week later, he learned that Sephiroth had burned down the entire town in a fit of rage. Oh. Well how was he supposed to have seen this outcome? Was he supposed to be psychic now? Clearly Genesis was not responsible in the slightest.
Still, he was incredibly distraught that both of his friends were dead, and he retreated below Banora for several years in despair as he planned his next move. He couldn't reenact Loveless with his friends dead, and he couldn't obtain pure S-cells with Sephiroth gone. Maybe this was the end. Maybe he was really going to die. Just as he was about to give up hope, some of his copies brought him news--Zack had been spotted alive. He hadn't died in Nibelheim after all, and after a quick stop there, Genesis learned that both he and the blond infantryman had been experimented on using Sephiroth's cells. Truly the goddess was looking out for him.
With his hope renewed, Genesis set about trying to obtain S-cells from Zack, and then from Cloud when his didn't work. But after observing Zack for a time, he came up with a different plan. Why couldn't Zack stand in for both Angeal and Sephiroth in Loveless? He had Sephiroth's cells and he'd clearly inherited both Angeal's spirit and his sword. It was perfect. This was clearly a flawless plan.
Retreating back to Banora, Genesis completed the final area of his dungeon by setting up a goddess statue holding some Materia that he had found in one of the tunnels. They would do wonderfully as stand-ins for the goddess and the gift of the goddess. After that, he lay in wait for Zack to follow him to Banora and complete the first three acts of Loveless on his way through the dungeon. Finally, he and Zack faced each other in front of the goddess statue and so the three friends were reunited. Genesis recited all the lines from Act IV to prepare for their battle and explained the brilliance of his completely sane plan to Zack, but Zack did not appear to understand in the slightest. Clearly he was just too simple to grasp the brilliant intricacies of Loveless.
As they clashed in battle, the goddess materia activated, and Genesis was finally cured of his degradation. Thrilled, he challenged Zack to one last battle as a Soldier, and Zack managed to strike him down. However, the goddess Minerva found Genesis in the lifestream and spared his life, returning him to the cavern. Looking down at Genesis' unconscious form, Zack took pity on him and carried him to the surface. He then fulfilled an old dream of Genesis' to give Sephiroth a Banora White by taking a bite of one in his place. At that point, Genesis realized that he had been wrong. The goddess materia hadn't been his gift of the goddess for curing his degradation. Zack had been his gift of the goddess for carrying on the spirit of his two friends and helping him to restore his honor as a Soldier.
Thoroughly ashamed of everything he'd done and thoroughly grateful to Zack, Genesis slipped into unconsciousness. He could see now that he'd never been meant to play the role of the hero. Zack was.
As a child, Genesis never really liked Banora, despite being from the richest family in town. He didn't like the bugs. He didn't like the heat or the cold. He didn't like how boring it was. And he didn't particularly like his parents. The only things he really latched onto were the Banora Whites that grew around town, the caves that he found and played in below the city, and a poor neighbor boy named Angeal. They had a very unlikely friendship that only flourished once Genesis' mom told him that she didn't like him talking to lower-class people. Genesis was determined to be friends with Angeal out of spite after that, and he eventually grew to adore him. He started spending more time over at Angeal's house than his own, to the point where Gillian started joking about buying him a bed. He would follow him into the fields and chatter incessantly when Angeal had to work. Sometimes he could even be persuaded to help. Sometimes.
Genesis found his true love at the age of 12 when he discovered a copy of Loveless in his parent's library. This poem--he was certain--held the answers to all of life's greatest mysteries. He loved everything about it: the tragic tale of three friends all doomed to separate fates, the role of the hero, the way the lines of the poem rolled off his tongue. He became obsessed with it and would read it for hours on end until he could say every line perfectly. He annoyed everyone in his life with it until even Angeal asked him to stop. He did. For about a week. Then he was back with a new obsession--he was going to become a hero just like one of the men in the story. He was positive that this was what his life was destined for.
In an effort to secure his dream of becoming a hero and fulfilling Loveless, Genesis left Banora at the age of 14 to join Soldier. He missed almost nothing that he had left behind except Angeal, and he was thrilled when Angeal joined him in Midgar a few months later after he too had turned 14. Angeal's presence ended up being exactly what Genesis needed to be accepted into Soldier. Despite running circles around most of the other cadets and being exceptionally talented with Materia, Genesis had a lot of problems with listening to authority and being anything other than an angry teenager with attitude. Thankfully, Angeal was a moderating influence, and they were eventually both accepted into Soldier.
Genesis was initially very excited to meet Sephiroth, who he had idolized as a kid. But after their first introduction, he changed his mind. That man--he complained to Angeal--was a cold and aloof bastard, and he would be damned if he would show him any respect again. What followed was a very one-sided rivalry that left Sephiroth more perplexed than anything, but Genesis was always very vindicated when he regaled Angeal with every tiny slight he was able to make against Sephiroth. Eventually, the three were assigned on a mission together, and Sephiroth let slip something about his lonely upbringing and lifestyle, though he himself didn't seem to see a problem with it. After that, Genesis changed his tune. He was going to be friends with Sephiroth whether Sephiroth liked it or not. He started dragging him to the training room for sparring matches, to plays at the theater, to shopping districts, to wild parties that Genesis threw himself. He wasn't sure if Sephiroth appreciated those efforts or not, but he at least started relaxing and opening up to both him and Angeal, so Genesis considered it a success.
After Genesis had been a first class Soldier for several years, there was a sparring accident in the training room. He and Angeal had teamed up to train against Sephiroth, but Genesis grew frustrated about his skills compared to Sephiroth's. Enraged that Sephiroth was always ahead and more likely than him to become a hero like in Loveless, Genesis took things too far and accidentally destroyed the room and broke Angeal's smaller sword. The sword piece hit Genesis in the shoulder and gave him a nasty wound. He attempted to walk it off, but the wound refused to heal, and he was eventually forced to Shinra's medical ward. There, Hollander attempted to treat him, but nothing would work. It was beginning to look like Genesis was going to die, but one night, Genesis feverishly and painfully sprouted a wing from the same shoulder where he had been struck. Horrified, he confronted Hollander who told him the truth about his origins in Project G and theorized that the wound had triggered his genetic structure to start unraveling from Jenova's. Unless something was done, Genesis was going to start degrading and he would eventually die.
Genesis was beside himself and begged Hollander to cure him. He agreed--on one condition. That Genesis abandon Shinra and take as many Soldiers with him as he possibly could. Hollander claimed that Genesis would be easier to cure if Hollander had access to all of Shinra's technology, and he would have that access after their successful rebellion. Genesis wasn't hard to convince since he now despised Shinra for what they had done to him, and he sweet-talked several Second and Third Class Soldiers into running off with him. He was a little uneasy when Hollander suggested that they turn these Soldiers and some kidnapped local townspeople into copies of himself so that they'd be easier to organize. But he quickly brushed his own concerns aside. He needed an army to overthrow Shinra, after all. And he'd do anything at all to keep himself alive. Really, what were a few atrocities if it helped him reach his goal?
Eventually, Angeal confronted Genesis in Wutai, and not wanting to fight Angeal, he told his friend the truth of both of their origins and all about Project G. Disturbed, Angeal left Soldier to join Genesis' rebellion and their search for a cure, but he was quickly appalled by Genesis' forcible creation of copies and the callous murder of his adoptive parents. Eventually, Angeal turned on him in favor of helping Zack instead. Genesis didn't understand in the slightest. Why couldn't Angeal see that all of this was for them so they could live? Who cared what they had to do to make that happen? Regardless, he would push on and find the cure for them alone if he had to.
However, Genesis' degradation suddenly worsened and his hair started to turn white. Enraged, Genesis turned on Hollander and tried to kill him, declaring that he was useless and that he would find Jenova and a cure himself. He was stopped by Zack, and after being defeated, he was heavily injured and crawled off to recover for a while. After he reemerged, he learned that Angeal was dead. Genesis' sanity died a bit too upon hearing the news. Loveless! Why hadn't he seen before that Loveless was clearly the answer? Loveless had always been the answer! It had always been there for him! Unlike those fickle friends who would rather die and leave him alone!
Newly motivated, Genesis set about turning the tunnels under Banora that he used to play in as a kid into an elaborate dungeon reflecting the first three acts of Loveless. If he could just force someone to go through the dungeon and then force a reunion between the three friends like in Act IV, then Loveless would be complete. He would have to receive the gift of the goddess and be cured if Loveless was complete. There were clearly no flaws in this completely sane plan! Except that Angeal was dead. Oh. Disheartened, he decided to hedge his bets and keep searching for Jenova cells while continuing to build his underground Loveless tribute.
His search eventually led him to Nibelheim where Zack and Sephiroth were visiting the reactor. In an attempt to get Sephiroth to side with him, Genesis told Sephiroth the truth of his origins in Project S, informed him that he was a monster just like him, and followed that up by asking for some of his cells. Sephiroth did not take kindly to this and told him he could go rot. Offended, Genesis took his leave. A week later, he learned that Sephiroth had burned down the entire town in a fit of rage. Oh. Well how was he supposed to have seen this outcome? Was he supposed to be psychic now? Clearly Genesis was not responsible in the slightest.
Still, he was incredibly distraught that both of his friends were dead, and he retreated below Banora for several years in despair as he planned his next move. He couldn't reenact Loveless with his friends dead, and he couldn't obtain pure S-cells with Sephiroth gone. Maybe this was the end. Maybe he was really going to die. Just as he was about to give up hope, some of his copies brought him news--Zack had been spotted alive. He hadn't died in Nibelheim after all, and after a quick stop there, Genesis learned that both he and the blond infantryman had been experimented on using Sephiroth's cells. Truly the goddess was looking out for him.
With his hope renewed, Genesis set about trying to obtain S-cells from Zack, and then from Cloud when his didn't work. But after observing Zack for a time, he came up with a different plan. Why couldn't Zack stand in for both Angeal and Sephiroth in Loveless? He had Sephiroth's cells and he'd clearly inherited both Angeal's spirit and his sword. It was perfect. This was clearly a flawless plan.
Retreating back to Banora, Genesis completed the final area of his dungeon by setting up a goddess statue holding some Materia that he had found in one of the tunnels. They would do wonderfully as stand-ins for the goddess and the gift of the goddess. After that, he lay in wait for Zack to follow him to Banora and complete the first three acts of Loveless on his way through the dungeon. Finally, he and Zack faced each other in front of the goddess statue and so the three friends were reunited. Genesis recited all the lines from Act IV to prepare for their battle and explained the brilliance of his completely sane plan to Zack, but Zack did not appear to understand in the slightest. Clearly he was just too simple to grasp the brilliant intricacies of Loveless.
As they clashed in battle, the goddess materia activated, and Genesis was finally cured of his degradation. Thrilled, he challenged Zack to one last battle as a Soldier, and Zack managed to strike him down. However, the goddess Minerva found Genesis in the lifestream and spared his life, returning him to the cavern. Looking down at Genesis' unconscious form, Zack took pity on him and carried him to the surface. He then fulfilled an old dream of Genesis' to give Sephiroth a Banora White by taking a bite of one in his place. At that point, Genesis realized that he had been wrong. The goddess materia hadn't been his gift of the goddess for curing his degradation. Zack had been his gift of the goddess for carrying on the spirit of his two friends and helping him to restore his honor as a Soldier.
Thoroughly ashamed of everything he'd done and thoroughly grateful to Zack, Genesis slipped into unconsciousness. He could see now that he'd never been meant to play the role of the hero. Zack was.
IV. AUTHOR
PLAYER ALIAS:: Erin works.
OTHER CHARACTERS:: None hi I'm new
ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE:: Proboards. IT'S BEEN A WHILE.
HOW YOU FOUND US:: I'm married to Fin. I've been peer-pressured for years and finally I am here.
NOTES FOR CONSIDERATION:: Does sleeping with an admin get me an edge on having applications accepted?
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:: (The context here is that this takes place after his sparring accident but a few days before he sprouts a wing).
The hospital room was quiet except for the low thrum of the heart monitor hooked up to the man lying down in the room’s only bed. Despite the early hour, he was already awake, and glowing blue eyes stared mournfully up towards the plaster ceiling, though he occasionally shot the heart monitor a scathing glance. The beeps were starting to drone in his ears.
“If I’m dying, I do hope you’d actually bother to say something to me about it, Hollander,” he called to the only other occupant of the room. His voice came out much weaker than he would have liked, and ignoring the stabbing pains in his left shoulder, he gingerly eased himself up so he could sufficiently glare at the middle-aged, portly man across the room. Hollander had his back to him as he looked over the numbers in Genesis’ medical chart, and Genesis scowled at him, shaking a little at the effort of staying upright until Hollander finally decided to look at him.
“We’ll need to run a few more tests,” he finally said, and Genesis might have thrown a Firaga at his face and burned down the entire hospital if the staff hadn’t removed his Materia when he was admitted. “I have some theories, but we still haven’t confirmed why your wound isn’t responding to treatment.”
Useless. Everything was useless. Falling back on the bed, Genesis felt at his heavily bandaged left shoulder and noted despondently that the fabric felt damp. Even after everything they had tried, it was still bleeding.
“Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul,” he despaired at the ceiling. “Pride is lost. Wings stripped away, the end is nigh.”
“If you have time for Loveless, you must be feeling better,” Hollander remarked, and Genesis dramatically threw one arm over his eyes as he heard the scuffle of Hollander’s shoes on the linoleum as he walked closer to the side of the bed. “But your case isn’t hopeless. We’ll continue administering potions to you once on the hour until we find something. We’ll need to continue giving you blood transfusions from Commander Hewley as well, but I wouldn’t start thinking of your last words yet.”
Genesis didn’t remove the arm from over his face. Somehow it was easier to think without the overhead lights blaring into his eyes. Imagine that.
“My last words will be that whoever told you it was acceptable to wear sandals with your lab coat deserves to be shot,” he muttered, and he felt a hollow sort of victory at Hollander’s offended spluttering.
“Are you capable of taking anything seriously, Genesis?”
He was, as a matter of fact. And if Hollander wanted serious, then that's what he would get.
“Why are you even here, Hollander?” He asked, moving his arm just enough so he could peer up at him through the strands of red hair that had fallen in his face. It was probably just the cocktail of pain medication that he was on, but Hollander resembled an overweight Angeal from this angle. “Surely they don’t usually send Shinra scientists to do a doctor’s job…”
The older man visibly tensed at that, and Genesis didn’t miss the way his eyes darted towards the door. “They’ve brought me in as a specialist. I’ve administered your Mako injections for years, and since they believe the issue might be the Mako that seeped into your wound…” What a terrible liar. If Genesis lived through this, then maybe he’d offer him lessons.
“My soul, corrupted by vengeance, hath endured torment to find the end of the journey in my own salvation, and your eternal slumber,” he quoted softly, and Hollander looked relieved, as if he didn’t understand that Genesis had just threatened him. It wasn’t too surprising that it had gone completely over his head. Hollander was too simple to appreciate the beauty of Loveless.
“I’ll take my leave then,” he said a little too quickly as he turned towards the door, and Genesis bit at his tongue as he contemplated being alone with his thoughts and the unrelenting pain again.
“Wait! I’d like to see Angeal. And Sephiroth.”
Hollander hesitated with his hand on the doorknob. “You’re still too weak for visitors. What do you want them for anyway?” Was he serious? Genesis laughed, feeling a bit light-headed from all the blood loss.
“Clearly I just want Sephiroth’s conditioner,” he bit out, and then was sorry for it when Hollander rolled his eyes and started to open the door. “Wait, wait!” Goddess, but scientists were touchy. “You said Angeal was the one giving you blood donations for me?”
“He was a viable match,” was all Hollander supplied, but Genesis still felt a stab of something he couldn’t have named in his chest. Angeal must have been worried if he had come forward to be a donor. Maybe he even felt responsible since it was his broken sword that had put Genesis in the hospital.
“Is he staying here?” He asked suspiciously, and Hollander’s hesitation was answer enough. Well that wouldn’t do. Picturing Angeal being concerned enough to sleep on a chair in the waiting room was enough to make him want to throw his pillow at the scientist in the doorway. “Tell him to go home then,” Genesis muttered. “Tell him…'Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return.' That should put him at ease.”
Hollander stared at him with furrowed eyebrows for a moment, and some mixture of confusion and dislike played over his features. “I’ll be back to do more tests later,” he finally settled on, pulling the door shut between him and Genesis’ answering scowl.
Your bedside manner is terrible!” He yelled at the closed door in frustration. And if I die here, then I’m taking you with me, Hollander!”
There was no answer except for the quiet shuffling of his sandals down the hallway, and Genesis was suddenly alone with the numbing pain in his shoulder and the quiet beep of the machines monitoring his vitals. He had meant his last threat to Hollander in jest, but now it replayed in his head as he turned his eyes back to the ceiling. There was no possibility that his life was actually in danger, of course. That would be ridiculous.
OTHER CHARACTERS:: None hi I'm new
ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE:: Proboards. IT'S BEEN A WHILE.
HOW YOU FOUND US:: I'm married to Fin. I've been peer-pressured for years and finally I am here.
NOTES FOR CONSIDERATION:: Does sleeping with an admin get me an edge on having applications accepted?
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:: (The context here is that this takes place after his sparring accident but a few days before he sprouts a wing).
The hospital room was quiet except for the low thrum of the heart monitor hooked up to the man lying down in the room’s only bed. Despite the early hour, he was already awake, and glowing blue eyes stared mournfully up towards the plaster ceiling, though he occasionally shot the heart monitor a scathing glance. The beeps were starting to drone in his ears.
“If I’m dying, I do hope you’d actually bother to say something to me about it, Hollander,” he called to the only other occupant of the room. His voice came out much weaker than he would have liked, and ignoring the stabbing pains in his left shoulder, he gingerly eased himself up so he could sufficiently glare at the middle-aged, portly man across the room. Hollander had his back to him as he looked over the numbers in Genesis’ medical chart, and Genesis scowled at him, shaking a little at the effort of staying upright until Hollander finally decided to look at him.
“We’ll need to run a few more tests,” he finally said, and Genesis might have thrown a Firaga at his face and burned down the entire hospital if the staff hadn’t removed his Materia when he was admitted. “I have some theories, but we still haven’t confirmed why your wound isn’t responding to treatment.”
Useless. Everything was useless. Falling back on the bed, Genesis felt at his heavily bandaged left shoulder and noted despondently that the fabric felt damp. Even after everything they had tried, it was still bleeding.
“Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul,” he despaired at the ceiling. “Pride is lost. Wings stripped away, the end is nigh.”
“If you have time for Loveless, you must be feeling better,” Hollander remarked, and Genesis dramatically threw one arm over his eyes as he heard the scuffle of Hollander’s shoes on the linoleum as he walked closer to the side of the bed. “But your case isn’t hopeless. We’ll continue administering potions to you once on the hour until we find something. We’ll need to continue giving you blood transfusions from Commander Hewley as well, but I wouldn’t start thinking of your last words yet.”
Genesis didn’t remove the arm from over his face. Somehow it was easier to think without the overhead lights blaring into his eyes. Imagine that.
“My last words will be that whoever told you it was acceptable to wear sandals with your lab coat deserves to be shot,” he muttered, and he felt a hollow sort of victory at Hollander’s offended spluttering.
“Are you capable of taking anything seriously, Genesis?”
He was, as a matter of fact. And if Hollander wanted serious, then that's what he would get.
“Why are you even here, Hollander?” He asked, moving his arm just enough so he could peer up at him through the strands of red hair that had fallen in his face. It was probably just the cocktail of pain medication that he was on, but Hollander resembled an overweight Angeal from this angle. “Surely they don’t usually send Shinra scientists to do a doctor’s job…”
The older man visibly tensed at that, and Genesis didn’t miss the way his eyes darted towards the door. “They’ve brought me in as a specialist. I’ve administered your Mako injections for years, and since they believe the issue might be the Mako that seeped into your wound…” What a terrible liar. If Genesis lived through this, then maybe he’d offer him lessons.
“My soul, corrupted by vengeance, hath endured torment to find the end of the journey in my own salvation, and your eternal slumber,” he quoted softly, and Hollander looked relieved, as if he didn’t understand that Genesis had just threatened him. It wasn’t too surprising that it had gone completely over his head. Hollander was too simple to appreciate the beauty of Loveless.
“I’ll take my leave then,” he said a little too quickly as he turned towards the door, and Genesis bit at his tongue as he contemplated being alone with his thoughts and the unrelenting pain again.
“Wait! I’d like to see Angeal. And Sephiroth.”
Hollander hesitated with his hand on the doorknob. “You’re still too weak for visitors. What do you want them for anyway?” Was he serious? Genesis laughed, feeling a bit light-headed from all the blood loss.
“Clearly I just want Sephiroth’s conditioner,” he bit out, and then was sorry for it when Hollander rolled his eyes and started to open the door. “Wait, wait!” Goddess, but scientists were touchy. “You said Angeal was the one giving you blood donations for me?”
“He was a viable match,” was all Hollander supplied, but Genesis still felt a stab of something he couldn’t have named in his chest. Angeal must have been worried if he had come forward to be a donor. Maybe he even felt responsible since it was his broken sword that had put Genesis in the hospital.
“Is he staying here?” He asked suspiciously, and Hollander’s hesitation was answer enough. Well that wouldn’t do. Picturing Angeal being concerned enough to sleep on a chair in the waiting room was enough to make him want to throw his pillow at the scientist in the doorway. “Tell him to go home then,” Genesis muttered. “Tell him…'Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return.' That should put him at ease.”
Hollander stared at him with furrowed eyebrows for a moment, and some mixture of confusion and dislike played over his features. “I’ll be back to do more tests later,” he finally settled on, pulling the door shut between him and Genesis’ answering scowl.
Your bedside manner is terrible!” He yelled at the closed door in frustration. And if I die here, then I’m taking you with me, Hollander!”
There was no answer except for the quiet shuffling of his sandals down the hallway, and Genesis was suddenly alone with the numbing pain in his shoulder and the quiet beep of the machines monitoring his vitals. He had meant his last threat to Hollander in jest, but now it replayed in his head as he turned his eyes back to the ceiling. There was no possibility that his life was actually in danger, of course. That would be ridiculous.
