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[attr="class","momoPNotes"] "My foes [break] They can't destroy my body"
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Cloudy skies and rainfall had plagues Sonora for nearly an entire week and although its intensity may have varied on occasion, it still showed no signs of letting up any time soon. This forced the citizens to avoid being outside if at all possible to remain dry. However, business needed to commence for both the lawful citizens and those who were not so lawful. [break][break] The vagrant man who traveled through the streets always found comfort in the rain, which may have been the reason why he traversed through it with little care. Not having a home may have been another reason for the wandering, but that was no concern either. He didn’t come to this city to find a cozy place to rest, he was here on a mission and he would be damned if a storm or any living person would get in his to prevent him from finding the man he searched for. [break][break] There had been no problems in his way thus far but that would change. Upon turning a corner to sift down a more narrow side street, there had been a group of young men who gathered around piles of trash. It was definitely a more filthy part of town, so it came as no surprise that these guys were outside mingling. It was unfortunate, because they had spotted the vagrant and chose to approach him. Unfortunate for them. [break][break] “Hey, pal,” one of them said, moving to the center of the street to block the vagrant’s path. He had a smug look on his face, obviously over confident. The other four men formed behind their apparent leader with the same facial expression. “You don’t look like you’re from around here, but you should know that there’s a toll to pass through our turf.” [break][break] The quiet stranger attempted to step to the side as to avoid them, but the group of hoodlums shifted with him. They wouldn’t let him pass. [break][break] “You deaf, guy? I said you need to pay up!” The aggressor took notice of the sheathed sword that the vagrant carried and grinned. “That thing looks fancy. Probably worth a pretty Gil or two. How about we take a look—“[break][break] His hand reached out towards the traveler, but stopped as a quick flash occurred before him. The thug’s breathing changed, becoming more rapid as he found it difficult to move his arm. It felt as though a heavy weight was bearing down on it, thus his limb could not budge. That was, until the vagrant returned his sword to his sheath. When did he pull out his sword the thug thought to himself, not noticing that the traveler had removed it from his sheath until now, nor did he notice that his hand had been cut during that quick flash. The typical human perception wouldn’t have caught the blade’s movement. The vagrant was too fast for that. [break][break] As the sword clicked back into scabbard, the hand slowly began to fall to pieces. It started with the fingers at the joints, which fell apart like hot dogs that were cut into smaller pieces. Then the hand became detached, flopping onto the ground from the razor tight precision that the vagrant used to dismember the hoodlum. [break][break] The eyes of the street thug widened. He fought the urge to scream in pain and instead turned to his allies in hopes of them avenging his severed limb. But their fate was worse than his. Just like how his hand fell apart, so too did his allies. Cuts and slashes had mutilated their bodies, limbs, and heads, which slowly fell apart like a Jenga tower. Their bodies had been dissected into larger chunks, but cut like a surgeon’s clean and calculated incisions. At least the scene would not be messy with the blood, which washed away quickly into a nearby sewage drain from the downpour of rain.[break][break] “No, please!” He pleaded with the vagrant who he was harassing just moments prior. The thug made a futile plead for his life, which was soon followed by a second flash followed. This time he couldn’t move his entire body. He could even feel his breathing choking up as pain began to radiate across specific points of his body. Then his vision blurred and hearing muffled. He knew that this was it. His mistakes in life led him to this gruesome death. The final thing that the hooligan would know is the sound of that distinct click of the sword returning to its home. [break][break] With no more trouble standing in his way, the vagrant moved forward, casually stepping over the dissected sections of human corpses that now littered the street. He continue on his merry way, just as another traveller in search for the long haired man in black.
Cissnei hated two things: being cold and being wet. And unfortunately, it was not even cold enough to become snow today. So, from her limited funds, Cissnei had bought a trench coat and hat to stave off the insufferable conditions try and to keep up with the demands of work. She used some of her fire magic to keep her fingers from going numb at least.
She had not been in Sonora long, but she was beginning to tell locals from strangers. And though she had not officially set up shop yet, she was taking odd jobs and payment via gil or trade. Soon, she should have enough to finally buy her own place. It did not need to be big. Just comfortable enough to make clientele exchanges. Until then, she was working on spreading her name in bigger cases, like Metaia temple and this Ardyn case. Perhaps, this would preemptively get her customers. Or, even better, draw the other Turks out to her. Hardly any of them could resist the temptation of mystery and excitement.
She leaned against a building, right underneath a thin ledge that poorly dispersed the rain. She heard a scream and she kicked off the wall and bolted toward it. This was another new accomplishment to place under her name and idleness was just not her style. She found the source of the scream from a woman who was just passing by and found the source of the blood that crossed over the side walk into the drainage. She did not know what happened. The woman just stumbled across the scene. Cissnei gave her a pat on the shoulder and suggested she go home and rest. Cissnei would take care of it.
She scouted the buildings nearby and found people who had been near windows. The witnesses had not seen the scene either but gave a physical description of the strange man walking without care in the rain. They mentioned he rounded the corner where the bodies were found. She also studied what were probably bodies at some points. At least what parts didn’t wash away into the drain. This was not by some wild animal or amateur. The cuts were precise and obviously done by an expert tool and hand. Judging by the scraps of clothes in the heads of flesh, these were probably people of the underclass.
It did not feel like a crime of passion, but more a cold calculated clean up or removal of trash. But she could not help but feel she had seen this precision before. She stood up and readjusted her hat to keep the rain out of her eyes. Well, if he rounded this corner, then there is only one direction this alley goes. She rushed down it. Time to make friends. She activated the materia in her pocket and a blue shimmer appeared around her before disappearing as if washed away by the rain. A little protection never hurt anyone.
“Having a hard time making friends?” She retorted as she saw some semblance of the coat in the downpour. “Mother never taught you to play nice? Or clean up after yourself?” She had her hands in her pockets as she watched him. She would have to be careful with this one. Get a feel for him. Her tone remained neutral as her eyes remained complete focused on him and his movements.
[attr="class","momoPNotes"] "My foes [break] They can't destroy my body"
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It wouldn't be long before witnesses came forward regarding the act of violence in the street. Regardless of how much of the crime they had actually seen, details of a menacing individual in black would always stand out. Then again, blending in with the populace was never one of Asael's priorities. [break][break]
Clues regarding Sephiroth's location were always rare, but also rewarding when found. Asael hated the idea of following a lead to only find out that it was a waste of time. In this case, the lead yielded results, even if it was not magnificent ones. [break][break]
Asael had followed the street and turned another corner, only to find a small courtyard with a dead end. However, on the ground near the back wall of the pathway laid a lonely feather. It was black and larger than anything the local birds could produce, which was a good sign. In fact, the moment Asael kneeled down to pick it up, another flashback occurred to him. The magical properties of Sephiroth's feather triggered a scene in Asael's mind, one that played out in front of him like a projector displaying a movie on a flat surface. [break][break]
The scene in front of him shows Sephiroth scouring through documents and papers within Shinra's manor.in Nibelheim. The scene skipped sections like a montage, showing his search for answers becoming more frantic, just like Asael's did after he woke up in the Nibelheim Inn. Sephiroth continued his search, reading parts of Shinra's research out loud in Asael's mind. The ramblings included things such as human experiments, clones, and someone named Jenova that Sephiroth referred to as mother. Asael wasn't sure why he had this memory, since it felt more like something supernatural was sharing Sephiroth's memory with him instead. [break][break]
“Having a hard time making friends?” [break][break]
Before the memory could play out any further, a feminine voice interrupted the experience. The flashback ended and Asael was snapped back into reality. Unhappily at that. With the disturbance becoming an irritation, he rose up from the kneeling position and turned to see who was bothering him. Of course, the voice matched the individual as it was a woman in a hat and coat. She was more well dressed than the last batch of people he had encountered, but her comments suggested that she was intentionally following him. After all, she wasn't running away to look for the guards. She was after something. [break][break]
"Hmph." Asael looked away and paced around the open courtyard, almost encircling the woman. "This part of town seems like it would be dangerous for someone to be wandering around alone. Or so I'm told." Although his weapon rested in its scabbard, he could feel his hand being tugged in its direction, almost as if it was beckoning him to draw his blade. He would wait, though. He needed to see if this woman really did pose a threat. Or if she would try to get in his way.
He seemed lost in thought over…a feather? Why did something about that feel familiar? She creased her brow and tipped the brim of her hat a little lower in thought. She could remember observing a body with a wing and feathers. Zack’s voice in this memory came from behind stating, “If people had wings, they’d be monsters.” She stood up from the body and turned to him. “Wings symbolize freedom for those who have none. They don’t symbolize monsters.” She shook her head to get out of the memory head-space. She would have time to ponder later. Yet, when she looked at Asael, there was a strange familiarity to him, even though she never met him before.
Cissnei seemed unaffected by his circling, but she did increase the threat level of him in her head. She had dealt with bigger men than he, but something told her he was not the typical thug. The sound of the pattering rain covered the sound of his foot falls. “Is that so? Thank goodness I am here to keep you safe.” She remarked with a grin on her lips. She could feel her heart racing from the heaviness of danger. It was exciting. “I am only here to seek the truth. I am not, however, law enforcement.” She took in his movements of pacing and putting a hand on his weapon. This aggression made her believe that this was the man who did it, and he would strike her down like those men if she did not play her cards right.
She let the silence soak in. “I imagine those men hassled you. Probably for money judging by location and their clothes.” She stated gingerly, her eyes lowered. She could understand that. She probably killed men for less back in her ShinRa days. They probably deserved what they got. “…if that is the case, then I can keep a secret for a price.” She gave a slight smirk and shrugged slightly. “And I have a feeling you are not just wandering the streets in the rain for nothing. I would like to hear your truth. Perhaps…I can help you find what you seek.”
Cissnei knew in the back of her mind that she would only help him depending on what happened. She made a gesture as if showing that it was his move.
[attr="class","momoPNotes"] "My foes [break] They can't destroy my body"
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Another "hmph" came from the silver haired assassin in response to the female's witty comeback. Asael thought this woman to be very brave for following his trail of bodies. That, or very foolish to stand in such defiance. Either way, her remarks about her profession and the offer for aid tempted him, although she seemed more interested in making a profit than actually helping. The clone had no need for money and thus never carried any. He always took what he wanted. [break][break] "Price," he commented, repeating the word she tossed towards him in her speech, "there's always a price, isn't there?" Asael's walk around the woman continued at a slow and steadied pace with each foot carefully stepping forward. The rain would have concealed most normal footsteps, but he cautiously rolled his feet with each step with the heel contacting the ground first. It was just one part of the clone's method of silently movements, one that he had learned to master. [break][break] "What makes you think that you could help me?" he asked, finally coming to a stop. Asael had walked 180 degrees around the woman and now stood at the entrance to the small courtyard, cutting her off from the direction that they both had originally came from. His hand still rested on the hilt of the weapon at his side. [break][break] "Hmph, fine," he said, entertaining the idea that perhaps this woman might at the very least know what direction Sephiroth was heading. Part of Asael hoped that Sephiroth was already out of Sonora so that he would not have to be around these people anymore. The clone was not a people person. "The man I seek wears a black coat, has silver hair, and an abnormally long sword." Again, he would need to be more specific since he fits the details of the one he was searching for. "His hair would be longer than my own." [break][break] A short pause followed, allowing the woman to respond to his inquiry while his blue hues remained fixed on her. Whether or not she chose to give him the information he needed was not a problem. Asael had his way of extracting information from people.
“There is.” She remarked to his question about the price. The she-devil gave a coy smirk. She loved bargaining. “However, you’ll find that my price is always fair and not more than what you can actually provide.” Her tone was even and smooth as she watched him. She purposely cut her remarks short. She did not want to talk in this weather. The cold rain started to ease to a drizzle, but there was no telling how long. But his paranoia and aggression were starting to make her wonder if this conversation would lead anywhere. Not that one could tell with her poker face.
She crammed her hands in her pocket and looked him dead in the eyes. “Ask around. You’ll see I have a good reputation on aiding others.” There were plenty of flyers for her investigation agency and word was spreading about her. Ochre eyes studied him a moment before she gave a light shrug toward him. Her head tilted to the side slightly as she did so. If he did not need her, she was not going to beg. She had some leverage on him for knowing what he had done. He could try to kill her, but she did have some powerful allies. And her own life did not mean much to her. She did not fear death.
With those words, she turned her back to him and began to head back toward the side walk toward her agency. She only paused momentarily. She stared forward into the empty road. His description made her remember of the awful catastrophe Sephiroth caused that Veld had to clean up. The messed he made. She remembered Meteor. More importantly, the memory Tseng laying on the ground bleeding out came to her. He was half alive, even with the full-cure materia he used. The materia could mend the flesh, but it could not return the blood. She and a couple other Turks patched Tseng up and returned him to medical safety. She felt her blood boil now that the memories were flowing back. “Sephiroth…” She hissed in almost a whisper to herself, but it was loud enough to carry to him.
“I don’t know where he currently is. But I can do some footwork to find him. Something tells me I will be better at canvassing than…” She looked over her shoulder at him and looked him over. She would be better at talking to people than Mr. Tall and Ominous. “Besides, now that you helped me to remember, I have some unfinished business with him too.” She began to head down the street once more. “You’re welcome to stay in my place until we find him. Or you may continue….” What was he doing? Just wandering in the rain without aim? Killing homeless when he's bored? “to do what you do.”
[attr="class","momoPNotes"] "My foes [break] They can't destroy my body"
[attr="class","momoPBody"]
That was it! That was the name. The name he had been hunting for; the one that no one could tell him. Asael had followed leads all over this new world in order to confront the man who controlled him like a puppet. And despite all of his leads, no one seemed to know of that man's name. But this woman knew him, and Asael was now convinced that she would be the one to direct this hunter to his prey. [break][break] "Sephiroth," he repeated as his eyes shifted to the side. It was the first time in this encounter that Asael took his eyes off of her. The name stuck in his mind like glue. His obsession, his target, it now had a name. The new information did not sate his murderous desires, but it did help calm the tension that was previously in the air. He was satisfied with the outcome. [break][break] The woman turned her back and made her exit, letting out a few remarks along the way. She had offered to find more information on Sephiroth and even offered the clone a place to stay. Asael enjoyed the rain and despised relying on others, but she was the only one who could lead him to Sephiroth now. For the time being, he would have to play ball and let her take the charge. [break][break]
With her departure, Asael gave no vocal response to her offers other than a light chuckle before following behind her down the street. Just like any other time that he gained some new information on Sephiroth, his fantasy for vengeance played out in his mind. He had various ways that he dreamed of slaying the other man in black, different comments and remarks, and even fantasized on what it would feel like to finally have this whole manhunt over. It was fun for him, but he could not indulge on such fantasies too much while traveling in a public place. There was just too much stuff going on in this city and complacency was not something that he practiced.
She just barely heard him repeat the name. A faint upturn applied to the corner of her lips. She did not stop her stride down the icy cold street. The smog of the city seemed to filter down ito gray rivers into the grates along the road. The rain seemed to at least filter the air to be a little clean today. She looked to the sky, letting the rain hit her face. No signs of dragons today either. The guards were usually uptight around town. Hopefully they did not catch on to him.
She noticed he decided to tag along. She kept quiet the whole time, and took the backways to her new home in Sonora. It had not been too long ago since she came here. The building looked modern with white brick on the outside, and a post to hold a sign that was not up yet. There was dark edging around the windows and door to give a more depth look. Cissnei pulled out her key to get unlock the door, and held it open for if he wanted to enter. Shutting it behind her, she shakes off her wet coat and hat and hangs them on a hook by the door.
The place did not seem put together yet. She was still scraping for furnishings. But she had what was necessary for clients. A decent desk and two chairs in the center of the room for now. An electrical chandelier hung above and flickered with life with faux flames. Cissnei moved to start the gas fireplace by turning the key in the wall and snapping her fingers to start a spark. Flames sprouted and she rubbed her cold hands together before holding them over the flames. She hated being cold and wet.
“I don’t have much, yet. I have a spare bedroom upstairs. No bed in it yet, but I have some sleeping rolls.” She stated her eyes focusing on the flames for a moment, before going to sit at her desk. “Since you seem to accept my aid, I do expect compensation. I don’t need gil for compensation, but it doesn’t hurt. Information, resources, and services do just as well.” She kept her eyes on him and gestured to the chair on the other side of the desk. “You do not have to tell me, but what do you want when you find this person you seek? And what leads do you have, if any?”
[attr="class","momoPNotes"] My foes [break] They can't destroy my body
[attr="class","momoPBody"] Asael couldn't help but feel like a rat in a maze as he followed the woman through the back alleys of Sonora. He tried to memorize the twists and turn that she led him down. It would come in handy should this deal go sour. There was some concern as to why this woman was so eager to aid him. Perhaps this was a plot set up by Sephiroth to ambush the clone. Whatever the circumstances were, he had to stay on edge. [break][break] After a short walk, Asael came upon the white brick structure that lacked any sort of advertisement on the outside. Even when the door opened, the immediate view of the inside showed that this place was still a work in progress. He entered when prompted and noted how bare the walls were in addition to the lack of furniture. If the woman was struggling to gather the funds to furnish this place, then perhaps that would explain why she jumped at the chance to take on a new client. [break][break] Cissnei ignited the fireplace and started her routine. First was the payment options, which Asael did not think anything of at the moment. Then came the request for details. Rather than sitting down, the clone made his way around the room, examining the empty space and seemingly only paying half a mind to the woman who offered to aid him. [break][break] "I was told that he came to Sonora with another man," Asael said as he reached a window. His arms crossed and he gazed outside at the few citizens that continued their day in the rain. The pattering sounds of the droplets hitting the glass helped sooth him, which kept that lingering hatred from boiling over his surface. He hated talking about Sephiroth. Just the thought of the man would normally make his animosity show. But like this storm, Asael remained calm. [break][break] "I'm not sure who the other man is. Brown hair and a blood red coat is all I know." There was one other detail that he had to dig in his memory for. When it finally surfaced, he was sure to present it to her. [break][break] "Both of them have only one wing, and are capable of flight."
Asael reminded her of a snake - silent, dangerous, and testing the air. Snakes also had great poker faces as they slowly coiled around you prior to the strangling and feasting. But she was used to dealing with business men, which was a similar concept. They had nothing in mind but their own selfish gains and would do anything to reach it. She got that same feeling from this man as well. That was fine, as long as she made a profit and did not end up dead in a ditch somewhere.
She became comfortable in her chair as he seemed to wander aimlessly around the room. She listened to him as he seemed to reluctantly utter forth words. It sounded like an effort on his part. Well, if he couldn’t talk much about it, this would make her line of work harder. That is, if he’s willing to pay. She gave a soft sigh and leaned back in her chair with a soft sigh. “Is that so?” She could feel the same vision from before peter in the back of her mind. The black feathers that were scattered. The brown hair that was whitening. The red coat that she damaged in her defense against it. It was not the real thing. It was a copy. Genesis. The name finally came. Had she had dealings with him in the past? Why was the memory so foggy?
“It could be the person you a looking for. It could not be. Maybe they have already moved on. The power of flight lets you go where ever you want.” Wings symbolized freedom for those that have none…
She furrowed her brow and shook her head, before turning to study him. “I won’t look for your answers until there is some form of payment promised first.” She leaned forward, her hands folded on the table. Perhaps to him this place looked unfinished and it was. She had only arrived in Sonora not long ago, and recently purchased this place with the treasures she acquired on the way here. She simply had not finished setting up the place. But, what did it matter to her if it looked like she was strapped for cash? That may work in her favor.
