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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Nov 12, 2021 18:03:51 GMT -6
PROMISE YOU'LL COME AND SAVE ME
To say that Tifa was pissed would be the understatement of the year. In all honesty, she wasn't just mad at Sephiroth. Cloud played a big role in all of it. He shouldn't of gone after Sephiroth by himself. At all. He knew what the man could do, and still went after him anyways. The fact that she knew it was in blind rage that it happened was the only thing keeping her from completely losing her cool on him. That, and he was already in a bad state in the hospital.
The last place she heard Sephiroth was at was in Provo, and that's where she was. To be fair, she had never really been here so she wasn't sure where to start looking. Sephiroth wouldn't be hard to spot if she ended up in his vicinity, but she had to find that as well. As she walked, she noticed a lot of people and authority figures around a ruined part of the town. Shaking her head, she walked over to it, knowing very well that was where the fight happened. Looking at all the damage, she could see why Cloud was as damaged as he was.
After a while of just staring at the ruined buildings, she turned to walk away and that's when she saw it. She knew that silver hair anywhere, even as far away as it was. In a rage, she started running, only slowing down when she got closer to him. She wanted to march straight up to him and punch him in the face, but knew that wouldn't be a grand idea. He might still be on edge and ready for battle after what had happened, so she had to play this right.
Slowing down, she approached with caution. "Sephiroth." The anger could be heard in that one word, and to be honest, she wasn't sure what to say after that. She wanted to unload on him, but she was level headed. Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself down. Nothing would get solved with anger. She was willing to hear his side, and see if she believed him. "Tell me what happened with you and Cloud. From start to finish." Her voice was stern, though not angry.
[attr=class,bulk] He couldn’t say what it was that drove him to the central town square. He’d been recognized too often as it was, and he knew better than to return to the scene of his attack without support. He knew better, and yet, as his mind wandered through the hours of morning, he found himself drawn there nonetheless.
He had questions that needed answers, and he had a feeling beyond all practical reason that his assailant had survived.
The square was in better condition than it had any right to be. Much of the debris had been swept away or stacked into piles awaiting disposal. More than a few of the nearby shops had opened their doors again, regardless of any boarded walls or shattered windows they had to contend with. As Sephiroth scanned the scene through the crowds, he could pinpoint the scars he had left behind. There were the cracks in the pavement left by the echo of his blade. There was the eight story building that had collapsed in on itself at the time of Angeal’s arrival. It was a battlefield reclaimed by the forces of commerce.
Sephiroth had been careless to come here.
He was dressed differently than before -- no longer in his usual black leather coat and pauldrons. Since the fight, he had dressed like a civilian more often than not, but he knew that he was recognizable all the same. He had the same long, silver hair. The same inhuman mako eyes. He may have switched out the remnants of his old SOLDIER uniform for a simple sweater, but he still carried his masamune sheathed at his hip since the incident with the mercenary at the coffee shop. Over one sleeve, he had a silver gauntlet inset with his remaining materia.
He was armed. He was distinctive. He had, in essence, returned to the scene of the crime.
Perhaps he had expected what happened next. He felt very little surprise when his name was shouted over the bustle of the crowds. Had he wanted this?
He might have, in some distant part of himself. Those he trusted would not give him answers. That left him with those who sought vengeance for the crimes he couldn't remember.
He let her push through the crowds. He watched her in his peripheral vision as he gazed instead at the sky. She was more cautious than the others had been, and far more willing to talk.
”Tell me what happened with you and Cloud. From start to finish.”
She sounded like a stern mother. Or what he imagined one must sound like if he’d had such a thing.
”Cloud? Was that his name?” He said the words slowly, testing them on his tongue. Cloud. The Wutaian girl had said the same. Had he heard it before? Maybe once. In a dream.
After a moment, Sephiroth turned and set his eyes on the woman. She was seemingly unremarkable. No obvious weaponry. No mako eyes. She looked particularly feminine with her long hair, earrings, and short leather skirt. She looked...familiar.
Post by Tifa Lockhart on Nov 16, 2021 21:45:11 GMT -6
PROMISE YOU'LL COMEAND SAVE ME
When Sephiroth asked if they had met, Tifa had to hold everything back. She wanted to just start screaming at him. After all he had put them though!? The battles, the journey, all of that was nothing to him? Cloud had lost his mind in the Lifestream, Aerith had died by his blade, a meteor was summoned to destroy Gaia. He had the audacity to ask her if they had met?? It was like, none if it had happened. Or he just didn't care to even remember the lives he had ruined. He had burnt down her hometown. This was the man who killed her father. Seeing red didn't even begin to describe what Tifa was feeling at that moment.
"How dare you ask me that. After the things you have done to me, my friends, and my family. You destroyed my life Sephiroth. You took everything from me, and now you just stand there, and not know a damn thing!?" She was starting to inch closer to him, fists balled at her side. She knew challenging him alone would be a terrible idea, but she almost did it. Her mind wasn't thinking straight. She had to pull it together, or she would end up like Cloud. Or worse.
Taking a step back from him, she turned to face away from him, trying to hide the angry tears that were streaming down her face. Seeing him brought everything back for her. Her father laying motionless on the ground. Zack running in to try to save everything. Aerith being put in the water by Cloud, never to surface again. Though she had seen Aerith again here in Zephon, the memory was still there in her mind, and it wasn't going away any time soon.
Coming to a realization, she remembered someone telling her that some people were pulled from their own world way before others. Could it be possible that this Sephiroth had never experienced any of the events that she had? He seemed to be confused by her, and from what she had learned from Cloud, it had been the same way with him as well. Taking a deep breath, she turned to face him again as she wiped the tears from her face.
As she looked at him, he didn't seem any older or younger than the last time she had seen him. Was his hair any shorter? It was so long that she wouldn't be able to tell if it was. Deciding to get it over with, she looked up at him. "What is the last thing you remember about Gaia?" To be honest, he could flat out lie to her. She had to really be careful if she was going to try to get this all figured out.
[attr=class,bulk] The woman’s reaction was intense and emotional. It made Sephiroth uncomfortable, somewhere deeply buried beneath his impassive expression. There was once a time when such an outburst would have made him wince, where he would have muttered some kind of defense and tried to remove himself from the situation. But he was no longer a child, and he’d grown used to these kinds of accusations. ’You destroyed my life. You took everything from me.’
That did very little to narrow it down.
She stepped closer to him, eyes narrowed, fists curled, before turning abruptly and stepping away. People were watching them now. The crowd had parted enough to allow them space for their confrontation. More than a few onlookers were nervously edging away. Here, in this space, they knew all too well the casualties that could come from a battle of two strangers.
She took a deep breath. He watched her and said nothing.
She was unarmed but unafraid. She knew what he was capable of (or at least some fraction of it) yet she’d hardly hesitated to challenge him. She was either surprisingly skilled or overwhelmingly foolish.
She had a more careful look when she turned to face him again. She eyed him closely. ”What is the last thing you remember about Gaia?” she asked slowly. Sephiroth’s lips twitched. She was quick to shift from accusations to questions.
”The Wutaian War,” he answered truthfully. There were pieces after that -- Genesis’ defection, Angeal’s death -- all of them like disconnected snapshots in a half-remembered dream. He’d been told that he’d razed a town. There were pieces of memory there, he thought, none of them more substantial than a few grains of sand in an hourglass. After that, there was nothing but empty space.
”You’ve come to defend your friend,” he said. The crowds shifted, giving them an ever greater berth. ”He was crazed. He attacked without provocation.”
Sephiroth had seen nothing but feral madness burning in the swordsman’s mako eyes. He’d looked like a SOLDIER, but didn’t fight like one. It had felt strange yet familiar in a way that he couldn’t identify.
”You know why.” It was a statement of fact. ”Tell me.”
Post by Tifa Lockhart on Dec 7, 2021 0:18:35 GMT -6
PROMISE YOU'LL COME AND SAVE ME
Tifa could see that there were people watching them, and she didn't really care. She wasn't going to fight him, she knew she couldn't take him. Now was her chance to talk to him, and there were witnesses as well. She could tell that this wasn't the Sephiroth they had fought not too long ago. That Sephiroth would have attacked at the sight of her. This Sephiroth looks confused, as if he didn't know what he had done. Why they currently hated him so much.
Having calmed down a little, she was ready to get answers. The answer she was given, was not what she expected. "Th-the war?" There was a part of her that was skeptical of his answer. That it was made up. The way he was acting though, the way Cloud had said he had acted, seemed to line up with his answer. She wasn't ready to back down quite yet, but her heart did slow down just a little bit, and her fists were starting to unclench.
Sephiroth stated she had come to defend Cloud, and she gave a small nod at that. At his next statement, she wanted to scream everything at him. What he had done. Crossing her arms, she looked around. The people watching them seemed to think something was going to happen, and though it still could, the chances were starting to become less likely. She had half a mind to tell them to back off and go somewhere else.
Tifa's head snapped back to him when he spoke next. It was demanding, but not in a cruel way. He wanted to know the truth. Deciding the whole town didn't really need to hear this, she stepped a little closer to him. "Well, to start with. You found out some things about your past, and you didn't take it well. You burnt down a town, and that town happened to be my home, and the town Cloud had grown up in." To be honest, she wasn't a fan of having this conversation out in the open, but wasn't sure if she was willing to go anywhere with him.
[attr=class,bulk] At first, Sephiroth thought that the girl wouldn’t respond. It was clear that she considered him an enemy, and after what he’d done to her friend, he doubted she would be so willing to part with answers. Though she didn’t act like someone avenging the dead. She acted like someone sent as an envoy after hearing a story that she didn’t quite believe. Sephiroth had skewered the feral SOLDIER on his sword. After that, the swordsman had done himself in. Ultima. It was the final move of a truly desperate man. Sephiroth had lowered his guard in the moment of victory, and that had nearly been his undoing.
He knew the probability of the man’s survival. He knew his own instincts better. Here, speaking to this woman, they told him that the SOLDIER had survived. He wondered if he had ever truly believed otherwise.
He could sense him, somehow, in a strange way that he couldn’t identify. Another instinct, this one far stronger and at the very edge of his consciousness.
He didn’t fight it.
The girl thought for a moment and then stepped towards him, her voice lowered conspiratorially. ”Well, to start with. You found out some things about your past, and you didn’t take it well. You burnt down a town, and the town happened to be my home, and the town Cloud had grown up in.”
Sephiroth hummed in answer. He didn’t like how close she was. It felt like a threat and so he stepped away to keep his distance. He had heard about this town before. Nibelheim. Genesis had told him. Though he hadn’t mentioned the catalyst…
”My past?” he asked. From the way Genesis had told it, it had sounded like he’d just snapped one day after Angeal had died. He’d known there was more to it, but… ”What did I learn?”
His instincts told him that this was dangerous. His curiosity proved stronger. Everyone, it seemed, knew more about himself than he did.
What possible reason did she have to answer him truthfully?
”I’ve seen you before,” he said slowly. ”In Nibelheim.” He felt it to be true though he couldn’t place her in the churning fog of his memory. The people there were faceless and formless. There were only flames, metal walkways, and that terrible blue-green glow.
He touched his forehead, frowning. There was something there, prowling at the edges of his memory. A name. Something…
Sephiroth lowered his hand. ”We shouldn’t speak here,” he said. ”In case you choose to attack me.” There was the ghost of a joke somewhere in his words. The shadow of a smirk.
If they fought, he doubted it would take long to put it to an end, but there were people here. Witnesses. He didn’t need that kind of attention.
He turned and walked away. She’d approached him from the start. She’d follow him, he thought. Somewhere quieter with fewer opportunities for collateral damage.
Post by Tifa Lockhart on Dec 25, 2021 11:38:24 GMT -6
PROMISE YOU'LL COME AND SAVE ME
Sephiroth stepped away from her, which was another sign that he wasn't going to attack her. It was quite the opposite it seemed. He was interested in what she was saying, which left her at a loss for words for a moment. This was the man who turned her life upside down, and here he was standing in front of her. It was the same man, but yet, it wasn't. She could fully admit her head was starting to hurt a little from all of this. A new world, with people taken from different parts of their old one. How was this possible?
As he asked what he had learned, she opened her mouth to speak, but instantly shut it. To be honest, she didn't really know everything, but knew enough details to hopefully explain it to him the best way she could. Before she could though, he mentioned he had seen her before. She stared at him for a moment before giving him a nod. "Yes, I was a tour guide there for a while. I was the one who took you, Zack, Cloud and one other to Mt Nibel." Of course, she didn't know it was Cloud at that point.
So, he remembered some of what happened in Nibelheim it seemed, and she could only guess that inside the reactor was where everything faded. He was then touching his forehead, in a way she recognized that Cloud had done before. Though, he didn't seem to be in pain like her blonde friend had been.
Tifa started to nod at his statement that they shouldn't talk there, but instead she was thrown a loop when she heard what he said next. Was he, being funny? Well, attempting to anyways? She gave a small, yet confused smile at that. Either he was playing this all of really well, or he was definitely telling the truth. That he wasn't the same Sephiroth she had encountered previously.
Following him, they made their way to a little park area on the outskirts of town. It seemed to be a dog park, as there were no playground equipment and quite a bit of trees and a few benches. Deciding against sitting down, she picked a spot to stand. "I guess where we left off would be a good place to start. I took you guys up to the reactor, but I wasn't allowed in, so I don't know the full details of what happened in there. I know you saw something in there, somethat that triggered you." She knew this could be a bad idea, but if there was a way to stop what had happened from happening again, she had to take the risk.
It was strangely casual between them. An uneasy peace between potential enemies. Sephiroth had fought her friend and, whether successful or not, at least tried to put him down. He had by her own admission burned her home town and razed it to the ground. There must have been people she loved, places and things and people, all reduced to ash. Why then did she choose to walk with him? How deep did her well of secrets run?
If he had had the energy, he might have been on guard for a surprise attack from behind. He might have been, but he wasn’t. There was something about her that he trusted to an extent. He sensed no malice from her. Only pain and unease. His senses told him that she was not a threat, and that she knew the same.
There was still the potential for snipers, the Turks, or her crazed friend miraculously healed. He banished the thoughts. There could have been threats around any corner. There could have been, but he would go mad before he found them all. He would not live his life in fear.
He led them to somewhere open and uncrowded. A dog park. If she wanted a fight, he would see it coming, and the damages to the surrounding people and property would be low. They drifted near a bench though neither of them sat. It was beneath the shade of an oak tree with thick, wide-spreading branches. He watched the leaves tremble on the wind. Their colors were turning with the change of seasons. Time, it seemed, had not stood still.
The girl was ready to speak. He listened without looking at her. His eyebrows furrowed. ”My mother…”
There was that name again spoken from the lips of someone who should not have known it. Jenova. Why…? Why did it feel so…?
He winced and touched the side of his forehead. Something was pounding there, waiting to be released. His jaw set as he fought it back. He was alone. Exposed. He couldn’t lose his concentration now.
She was the second to say that name to him in that same, cautious way. As though they were provoking something. As though he might awaken like a sleeping dragon gone to rest. The first time had not been so subtle.
’Poor Little Sephiroth doesn’t remember? Well, let me tell you! Jenova! Yeah, bet you remember THAT name, right?’
”There was a Wutaian girl,” he said slowly, ”Who asked me the same. She said that I went mad. Something about destroying the planet.”
It had been hard to decipher what the girl had meant to say. She’d spoken nonsense. Or he had assumed it to be nonsense.
”That impossible,” he said bluntly. ”I have a sword. How would I…?” He laughed softly to himself. Why was he engaging with this? ”She was…enthusiastic. But what she said was insane.”
That was as far as he would consider a rant which called his mother a “space goop monster.”
”I’ve been told that Jenova was my mother’s name.” Sephiroth lowered his hand and looked at the woman in front of him. ”It’s a name that you shouldn’t know. That is what it means to me.”
Post by Tifa Lockhart on Jan 16, 2022 17:02:50 GMT -6
PROMISE YOU'LL COME AND SAVE ME
Everything was turned upside down from what happened in Gaia. In truth, Tifa should not be where she was, and with who she was with. Every rational part of her was screaming at her that this was wrong. He had just tried to kill her and all her friends not very long ago. He had also just tried to kill Cloud maybe a few days ago. Yet, here she was. Standing in the middle of a park with none other than Sephiroth himself.
Except. This wasn't the same Sephiroth that she had come to know. This was the Sephiroth that she had guided to the reactor all those years ago. The Sephiroth that didn't say much, if anything at all, and had been there to fix a problem, not be it. She had to keep thinking that. She had to keep thinking that this could stop her past from repeating itself. She couldn't save her home, but she could prevent others from losing theirs, and her friends from losing their lives.
There was something about his demeanor that eased Tifa. Chills didn't run down her spine when he spoke, she wasn't afraid when he looked at her. Tifa wasn't afraid, she wouldn't allow herself to be. She had walked on egg shells for too long to let it continue here. He recognized the name, which didn't surprise Tifa. "Yes." That was all Tifa said, because she expected what happened next. It happened enough with Cloud.
Without even thinking about it, Tifa placed a hand on his shoulder. It was habit from doing it to Cloud when this happened, and she removed it moments later when she realized. So Yuffie had spoken to him as well? "That must have been Yuffie. She, fought you with us." He continued talking about Yuffie and Tifa couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. "That's definitely Yuffie. Her way of explaining things can get a little, well, creative I guess would be a good word." At least he had a start on things.
Tifa realized there was so much he didn't know when he mentioned that Jenova was his mother. He didn't know about Hojo and Lucretia, what was done to him, what could become of him. She wasn't sure if she should be the one to tell him everything, so she would have to consider her words carefully. Turning away from him, she crossed her arms and looked up at the sky. "It's a name I wish I didn't know." Sighing, she decided to figure what he did know.
[attr=class,bulk] The woman recognized the girl he spoke of. Yuffie. That was the name the Wutaian girl had given him. It seemed that she wasn’t as much a liar as he’d assumed. ’She fought you with us.’ There was a witness to the girl’s claims. Though that made her reckless behavior all the more unusual.
If the Wutaian girl had fought him once before then how could she face him alone with such confidence? She would have known what he was capable of.
The woman (had she told him her name?) also touched him as he spoke. That was…strange, but he allowed it. It seemed like it was meant to be comforting.
What was her relationship to him? Sephiroth couldn’t make sense of it.
Once he’d finished, she seemed to weigh his words. Then she turned her back to him, arms crossed, as she considered the sky. ”It’s a name I wish I didn’t know.”
He frowned. His mother’s name…? But why…?
She sighed and continued, back still turned. “What about Hojo?”
Sephiroth blinked. ”Hojo?” he asked before his lips soured and his eyes turned cold. ”He’s the director of science at Shinra.” The question felt like it could have been an insult. He was tempted to add that of course he knew Hojo. Sephiroth was in SOLDIER. He worked for Shinra. How did this woman expect that he wouldn’t know that name?
Then another thought followed. A far worse thought.
”Why?” Sephiroth asked cautiously, suddenly unsure of himself. ’Why ask me about Hojo of all people? Why ask now, directly after my mother?’
There was, unfortunately, an obvious answer – one that Sephiroth had suspected for some time and yet refused to really consider. If Jenova was his mother then Hojo was…
Sephiroth’s lips thinned. He failed to see how this was relevant.
