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[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Zack seemed pretty excited at the idea of going skiing with him another time, though they’d obviously both need to be near Sonora again for that to happen. It had lined up by chance this time, but perhaps they could meet up at the next event at the Mount Hotan resort. Genesis would definitely be more prepared next time when it came to strapping down his wing. He hadn’t been expecting to join in the skiing though—he had been fairly content to spend all night by the fire until Zack had turned up.
Zack seemed equally thrilled that he had made it to the bottom of the mountain, which made Genesis roll his eyes. He was actually a little impressed, but he’d never admit that. “Just run into fewer trees next time and you’ll be golden.” He had nearly hit a tree as well since he was a tad lopsided with his wing out, but he conveniently forgot to mention that part.
Zack agreed to go spend the rest of the evening by the fire with him, which relieved Genesis since he had no interest in watching the other man go down a mountain ten more times. Also it was getting cold. Also he wanted another drink, which was maybe the most important reason. “Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return,” he quoted in a dignified manner to signify their departure. What was far less dignified was him and Zack limping their way back to the kiosk to return their skis. At least the other SOLDIER was nice enough to carry his poles for him, so Genesis himself could just focus on not tripping. All in all though, it had actually been a fairly enjoyable evening. After everything that had happened between them, maybe he and Zack had needed a night like this.
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Apparently Caius had indeed been a type of soldier, which made Genesis laugh under his breath. “I could have guessed. You still wear your service on your sleeve. Maybe you actually liked your king though. I’m afraid I didn’t serve anyone worth remembering.” Shinra was a cesspool of corruption, and while Genesis had never been particularly professional, he relished being the antithesis of it ever since he’d left SOLDIER. Now if only Sephiroth could relax and get the memo on that too. Maybe his friend would stop worrying about Jenova and perfection if he stopped being so uptight.
Caius said that his future wedding probably wouldn’t be fancy enough for Genesis’ taste, and if that was meant to be a diss then it went completely over the red-haired man’s head. “Mm. Yeah, probably not,” he agreed as he gave him a once-over. It was hard to tell much about him from his choice of swimwear, but he seemed hopelessly practical. “But honeymoons are better anyway. Good for you.” Genesis himself had no plans to ever get married—he had too much fun galavanting around the world solo—so he had to live a bit vicariously when it came to that kind of thing.
The other man at least had a touch of culture about him, since he said that he would come see Loveless whenever it was ready to go. Regrettably it wouldn’t be quite the same as back on Gaia without the shameless level of technology that mako could exploit. Still, the source material was good enough that it should still make for a good production.
Just before the boat started up for their parasailing experience, Caius asked him to explain what Loveless was about. Genesis very nearly knocked both of them out of their seats as he turned to face the blond man, but thankfully they were strapped in. “I’ve put together several copies if you’re interested. The plot involves three friends who go into battle together-”
The boat started to pick up speed, and Caius and Genesis were slowly lifted off of the back of it to rise up into the air. The view was honestly spectacular. He could see rows of greenery around the island. Sunlight sparkling across the ocean. The large cruise ship floating in the distance with tiny dots of people up on the deck. The wind whipped his hair around his face, and he noted that it actually did feel a bit similar to flying. He would do this again. 10/10.
But more importantly, Loveless.
“The plot of the original poem involves three friends who go to war together. They vow to find the fabled gift of the goddess, but one of them is taken prisoner, another flees the battle and takes to wandering the land, and the third dies a hero. The prisoner manages to escape with the help of a woman, and he chooses to start a new life with her. However, he’s soon plagued by guilt over his missing friends, and he chooses to leave on a journey to find the gift of the goddess in their stead. He faces several trials along the way, the last being the wanderer himself, whom he thought to be dead. However, how their battle ends is unknown. The final act is considered to be lost. Though there are various theories…” But only one correct interpretation, as far as Genesis was concerned.
Meanwhile, if Caius was trying to look at the scenery, then the SOLDIER hadn’t noticed yet.
“Now the play chooses to focus in on Act II and III of the original poem. It follows the trials and tribulations of the prisoner and the woman who helped him as they battle their way to freedom. Those are certainly the more action-packed acts I suppose.”
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Zack very nearly agreed with the assessment that his head was empty before he realized he should take offense. Genesis had drunk enough that he actually snorted before shaking his head at him. The other SOLDIER just made it so easy to prove his points sometimes. Zack didn’t stay upset for long though—he seemed too exhilarated off of the experience of skiing. He also seemed a little disappointed that Genesis couldn’t go down the mountain with him, but the red-haired man just sighed as he waved a hand. “Perhaps next time it will go better if I strap my wing down under my shirt.” He hadn’t exactly been prepared for that this time though. The entire venture had been on a whim after all.
Genesis also groaned when Zack pointed out that he’d likely need to return the poles along with the skis. “Fine, fine! I’ll go back and get them.” And he was true to his word—after giving the other man a little nudge down the mountain of course.
As Zack went desperately skiing away, Genesis took to the air again, which wasn’t particularly pleasant when he still had death traps attached to his feet. Still, he followed the trail of lights back up the mountain and kept his eyes peeled for the thin metal rods. Why did they have to be so tiny? Ugh. Eventually he spotted them though, and after retrieving them from a snow pile near the tree that he’d almost crashed into, Genesis carried them back down as he tried to find Zack.
He wasn’t entirely sure what he’d missed, but the dark-haired man was currently on his back at the very bottom of the slope. His front half was completely covered in snow, but he was laughing so he was at least in good spirits. He yelled up to ask if he’d seen that, to which Genesis lied with a smooth bit of Loveless as he tossed his poles down next to Zack. “The wind sails over the water’s surface, quietly but surely.” Hopefully that was answer enough. He also noticed that Zack called him by a nickname again. Gen. He surprisingly didn’t hate it.
“Oh look, you’re alive. You know, you actually did much better than I expected.” With a slight smirk, he extended a hand in case he needed help getting up. He was lodged pretty deep in some snow. “Ready to retire for the night? You look like you could use more hot chocolate.” And more importantly, more alcohol.
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Weirdly enough the first thing that the stranger said was that it was a tactical error to not consider his surroundings when casting a spell that strong. “Ugh, you sound like Sephiroth,” he complained, not really caring that this guy would have no idea who his friend was. “Were you in the army? Some kind of soldier? Who am I kidding, you were definitely in the army. It is a nice coat though, isn’t it?” Like any advice that Genesis received, it rolled right off of him, but he gave Caius points for trying since it sounded like one of Angeal’s lectures. The only thing that really stuck with him was that their mutual enemy had apparently absconded with the host’s body. That actually made Genesis laugh behind his hand. “Okay, but what do you think he’s doing with the corpse? Because if I were a betting man-”
The red-haired SOLDIER was distracted from his train of thought as they stood up to join the line for parasailing, but he still chuckled a bit as Caius off-handedly revealed that he was dating someone who had been at the manor that night. “Well you’re welcome for giving you something to bond over. Invite me to the wedding.” Weddings were a blast as long as they came along with an open bar. Otherwise what was even the point?
They reached the front of the line, and Genesis tentatively stood there as he and Caius were strapped in together to a large parachute. Apparently when the boat started up again and picked up speed, the sail would drag them up to rise into the air behind it? He was a bit dubious about how it all worked, but he was looking forward to trying it out. And perhaps his partner wouldn’t be so bad either since he asked where the passage that Genesis had recited came from.
“Yes actually. It’s from Loveless, one of the oldest poems recorded on Gaia. I’ve been working to adapt a version of the play here though, so perhaps Zephon audiences can enjoy it too someday.” The play and the poem had similar themes of course, but the play was the far more popular of the two. Genesis had his theories on both.
The cruise employees finished strapping them in and asked if they were ready to go parasailing. Genesis replied with another stanza from Loveless, which he considered to be answer enough. “My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow, no matter where the winds may blow.”
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] As Genesis slowly flew down the mountain, he noted that Zack was actually doing fairly well at this. He was drifting, but not nearly as much as the red-haired SOLDIER had been with his wing getting caught in the air currents. Maybe he’d even make it to the bottom.
Then again, maybe not.
Zack went over a snow bank a little too hard and went airborne on his skis. Genesis was too far back to catch him, so he did what any good friend would do and just laughed as the other man completely wiped out in a snowdrift. He was lucky that he hadn’t bashed his head on a tree. His fall gave Genesis the chance to catch up to him though, and he landed next to Zack as he was struggling his way back to his feet.
“Good thing your head’s mostly empty,” he said with a slight smirk, though he did at least concede that the other SOLDIER had been much better at skiing than he was. “For a minute there, I thought you’d make it all the way to the bottom in one go.”
Zack also pointed out that Genesis had stopped skiing, to which he responded by rolling his eyes. “As it turns out, symmetry may be a rather important component to the sport.” He gestured to his singular wing a bit irritably. “And it doesn’t stay folded in very easily at those speeds. Also, I may have dropped the poles I was holding. You don’t think we were required to return those, were we?” That would be a stupid thing to be charged for. He’d rather fly back up and retrieve them in that case. Those mugs were probably a lost cause though. Their color would blend in with the snow.
“My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow, no matter where the winds may blow,” Genesis quoted from Act III as he looked down the mountain before glancing over again at Zack. “I suppose you’ll want to finish then. I’ll meet you at the bottom.” With that, he gave the dark-haired man a push on the back that he certainly hadn’t asked for. He was only helping to get him moving again of course.
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Genesis tugged on the straps of his life jacket a bit unhappily as the blond man next to him introduced himself in turn. The name was new to him. They hadn’t really met properly last time, since he had just briefly encountered the man on the manor staircase after he’d left his own exploring group behind. He honestly might not have even remembered him at all, but he’d had some fairly distinctive armor on back then that had made him stand out. Not now though of course. Wearing armor would be silly when they were about to go parasailing.
Caius seemed a bit hesitant in his response when he inquired why exactly Genesis had set the manor on fire. Maybe he hadn’t been expecting him to just declare that openly, but the red-haired SOLDIER had never had much of a filter unless he was running his words through Loveless. “Ugh, it was that guy in your group. You know, the one who could teleport? Had a white streak in his hair? Anyway, I was aiming for his face, but he teleported away so my spell hit the balcony instead. What a coward, am I right?” He hadn’t really been trying to burn the manor down so much as murder the other man, but it was a bit unavoidable after the Firaga had hit the fan. Literally.
“Anyway, sorry if any of your friends died I guess,” he added as an afterthought while checking out the view of the island from here. It was actually rather beautiful. “Was anyone really sad though? That party was the worst. Thank the goddess that someone killed the host, or I might have done it anyway.”
At that point, their row was called to be strapped into their parasails, so it looked like he and Caius were probably going to be partners for this activity. “Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess. We seek it thus and take to the sky,” he quoted Loveless before standing up and looking over at the other man. ”Coming?”
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Zack didn’t object to Genesis’ proposal to only send him one ticket to Loveless once he’d gotten the play off of the ground. Apparently he hadn’t run into as many of his friends here as Genesis had thought, since the only one he really mentioned was some girl named Yuffie. “I don’t know who that is, and if she doesn’t like Loveless then that’s all I need to know about her,” he said with a slight flip of his hair in emphasis. The mood turned a bit darker after that anyway though as they touched back onto what Shinra had done to both of them.
Zack said that Genesis hadn’t deserved what had happened to him either, and the red-haired SOLDIER pursed his lips a bit at being referred to as ‘Gen.’ He surprisingly didn’t hate the nickname though, so he let it slide. “The only downside is that it’s rather hard to take revenge from here. Perhaps the goddess will smile upon us and deliver some Shinra executives to Zephon. I know a particular scientist we’d all have words with.” Of course, Genesis’ own particular grievances mostly lay with Hollander, but Zack had already taken care of that oaf. After Genesis had forced him to become a copy of course. It had seemed like poetic justice.
To his surprise, Zack didn’t seem to find a big deal with abandoning his own empty mug, so Genesis rather suspected that the alcohol was getting to him. He normally seemed like the type to return everything he’d borrowed. It suited the other man to follow his own path for once though.
As Genesis was eyeing the downward slope with some trepidation, Zack just pushed himself forward and went for it. Genesis was suddenly left blinking after the dark-haired man as he vanished into a blur down the mountain. Well then.
“The wind sails over the water’s surface, quietly but surely,” he quoted before steeling himself and jumping down the slope after Zack. His skis picked up speed faster than he had been anticipating, and it took a great deal of leg strength just to keep the metal death traps pointing forward. The cold wind was making his eyes water, and to make matters worse, his wing seemed to be making him slightly lopsided as he very steadily veered towards the left. Eventually he was on a complete collision course with a tree, so he abandoned proper skiing technique by just dropping his poles and unfurling his wing entirely. Taking to the sky with a downward flap, Genesis made sure to hover just barely over the mountain as he flew down the slope instead of skiing. This still counted, right? He’d still meet Zack at the bottom at least, assuming the boy didn’t wipe out and need help getting down.
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Despite everything, Sephiroth’s lips twitched into something like a smirk as he asked if Genesis meant that he should kill everyone at Shinra or all of humanity. The air around them was still tense, but that didn’t stop Genesis from rolling his eyes in response. “Let’s not go overboard here, Sephiroth. Humans make theater.” There may have been a moment deep in his degradation when he would have had a different answer, but that was a period he’d done his best to forget. Angeal called it him losing his honor, and perhaps his oldest friend had a point for once.
Genesis’ description of what had happened in Nibelheim seemed to awaken some memories for Sephiroth, and he confirmed that he had indeed died in the reactor. “You were…thrown in?” Zack had never told him the full details, but being immersed in mako was an incredibly gruesome way to die. Grimacing, he glanced away as his friend recounted which memory that he’d decided was the beginning of the end. When Genesis himself had gone missing in action.
He sat down a bit heavily in his abandoned breakfast chair as he looked down at the apple still in his grasp. “...I should have come to you both,” he admitted, injecting bitterness in his voice as he gestured towards his wing. “But I was ashamed of this, and I believed Hollander’s promises that he could cure me. I didn’t know who I could trust in Shinra, and there were things he brought up that I knew neither of you would approve of.” Namely the copies. Hollander had thought it would add to their firepower since they were going up against Shinra. Genesis would have agreed to anything at the time in order to save his own life, but he’d still been cognizant enough to picture Angeal’s disgusted face if he could have seen the other SOLDIERs locked up and transformed. It had made him cautious to approach Angeal, and Sephiroth…well, he’d never been entirely sure where the general’s loyalties lied.
He certainly knew now, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it.
Sephiroth declared himself to be nothing, and Genesis scowled as he slammed the apple he was still holding back down on the table. “There is no hate, only joy, for you are beloved by the goddess. Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds.” He had bruised one side of the apple, which wouldn’t matter for making juice, but the sight of it still riled him up more. “I have yet to so much as ruffle that perfect hair of yours in combat, and you dare call yourself nothing? What does that make the rest of us? Don’t be stupid, Sephiroth. It doesn’t suit you.”
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Zack actually seemed a bit interested in his plan to bring Loveless to Zephon, which Genesis hadn’t been expecting. Mostly his friends groaned when he talked about the play for too long, so he was already preparing a witty retort that he didn’t end up having to use. “Oh.” What was he supposed to say instead? “Well…thank you. I’ll be sure to send you a ticket once it’s running. Only one though. I’d probably hate your friends.”
Zack also responded more bitterly to Genesis’ proclamation that they both hated Shinra than he had expected. The dark-haired SOLDIER was just full of surprises tonight. “Not too surprising. We were all kids when we joined.” Pausing for a moment, he glanced over at the man across the ski lift from him. “...For what it’s worth, I thought you died in Nibelheim. You didn’t deserve what happened there.” That came out far heavier than he’d meant it to. Perhaps the hot chocolate was getting to him after all. Thankfully the lift came to a stop shortly after that, and Genesis wasted no time in clearing his throat and hopping off.
Zack did at least agree to chug the remaining liquor with him, so Genesis relented and clinked their mugs together when he said cheers. “My friend, your desire is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess.” He considered that to be a much better salute. Afterward, he downed the rest of his hot chocolate. It was a bit too sweet for him to want to drink it that quickly, but there was nothing else for it since they were about to go skiing. Once he was finished, he tossed the mug over his shoulder. Zack would probably object to the littering, but what else was he supposed to do with it when they were at the top of a mountain?
“...How do we do this?” Genesis squinted at the slope as he edged closer to it. It was quite steep, and though the lights glinted off the snow, the alcohol was making it a bit hard to process just how high up they were. “Do we just…go?” This could only end well. At least Genesis could fly if it went too badly.
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Sephiroth mentioned distantly that Genesis must have been afraid because he’d recited a new stanza of poetry for once. “My own interpretation of the final act. I completed it based on my research,” he murmured, wondering if he actually looked as scared as his friend had mentioned. Maybe he did. Not because he feared Sephiroth in battle, even if he was a formidable enemy. Genesis never had managed to beat him, and perhaps he never would. But more than anything, he didn’t want a repeat of what had happened in the Nibelheim reactor over five years ago.
“Yes, I’m afraid. This was the last conversation we ever had, you and I.” He scooped up one of the spilled apples off the floor just to have something to hold onto, and scowled at the weight of it in his palm. “Except I botched it. And a week later, Nibelheim burned to the ground and Shinra announced you were killed in action. That doesn’t mean it was true, but…you were nowhere to be found.” Angeal’s death had been hard, but Sephiroth’s had almost been worse in a way. With Angeal, he’d always wondered if he could have done something differently. With Sephiroth, he knew that he could have.
Sephiroth asked what he would do in his situation, and Genesis looked over at his friend in surprise. “In your shoes?” He asked a bit contemplatively. It was an interesting question. Sephiroth wasn’t degrading, so there would have been no need to rely on the false promises of a scientist like Hollander. Without that, there would have been no army of copies. Just themselves and any other SOLDIERs who had wanted to desert. Maybe things would have been better that way if he could have done a more natural rebellion instead of one that had relied on Hollander.
Genesis was acutely aware that this was his chance to set his friend on a different path than the one he’d walked before, but he wasn’t Angeal. Maybe their other friend could have preached self-acceptance and forgiveness in a way that wouldn’t have sounded patronizing, but Genesis just couldn’t do it without choking. He was nothing if not honest about what they were.
“My soul, corrupted by vengeance, hath endured torment to find the end of the journey in my own salvation and your eternal slumber.” That was likely answer enough, but he still offered his friend the tiniest smirk as he held out the apple he’d grabbed. “I’d kill them all. Experiment or not, you don’t need me to tell you that you’re better than them, do you?”
