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[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Genesis had half-expected Nero to continue shouting at him, but he couldn’t find it in him to be surprised when the man deflated instead. Maybe the dark-haired man had even wanted Genesis to antagonize him more. He thought he could understand that. What were you left with when even your enemies were gone? And Genesis played a pretty good villain, if he did say so himself.
But apparently he just kept disappointing Nero. He couldn’t save the man when he wanted it and he couldn’t even be his usual snide self when he wanted it either. Genesis never did like to play to people’s expectations, but in this instance it made him uneasy not to.
Nero described freedom as lonely. Genesis wanted to deny it--he didn’t like to think that he could be the same as the unstable man across from him with the wild look in his red eyes--but it wasn’t much different for him in the end. He was low enough right now to know that he was certainly no better than Nero, though he might feel differently in the morning once he was in better spirits. Since he couldn’t contradict the man, he offered him a slightly bitter smile instead. “You found me alone and unconscious on a cliffside. I think that tells you enough.”
It was as much as he could have expected of Zack, really. However much they’d reached an understanding in the end, they barely knew each other except for through Angeal. And yet they’d been the only ones left.
Nero offered him a white flower that he’d plucked from along the moonlit path, and Genesis stared down at it in surprise. A part of him almost wanted to strike it out of the man’s hand, but that visual called to mind Sephiroth refusing the apple he’d offered him in the Nibelheim reactor. It wasn’t a memory he liked to recall, and maybe that’s what prompted him to peel back one of his leather gloves so he could reach out and take the delicate bloom. “My friend, your desire is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess.”
The flower had an earthy, sweet smell that reminded him a bit of lilacs. Genesis couldn’t have named the white flower, but Angeal probably could have. Maybe still could, if Sephiroth succeeded in his quest to track him down. “I've been staying with Sephiroth. I found him here.” Genesis wasn’t sure why he was explaining to Nero that he wasn’t quite alone here. It almost felt like he was offering the dark-haired man something, but he couldn’t have said what.
He hesitated for just a beat before glancing up at one of the stars overhead. It was shimmering the barest amount as if to warn him against asking the question that rose to his lips next. “...What happened to your brother? You called him Weiss?”
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Genesis made an amused sound at the abrupt way that the man introduced himself, but he decided to leave it at that. He didn’t need to antagonize Nero anymore than he already had, even if his name was as dramatic as he’d expected. Typical Shinra. They weren’t much for subtlety when it came to their experimental SOLDIERs.
Surprisingly, Nero chose to answer his question on how they’d met, and Genesis quickly scowled as he explained that the science department had wanted him back. “You’re joking.” A short laugh escaped him. “They spent years calling me a failure, and as soon as I cure my degradation without any of their help, they decide I’m of some use again?” He could have fumed about that for the rest of the night--not to mention spouted off a dozen Loveless quotes about it--but Nero continued his story, and Genesis was inclined to listen closely for once.
“Deepground?” A frown touched his lips at the name. Of everything that Hollander had told him, a secret underground lab seemed like a particularly large thing to omit. Then again, why anyone trusted Hollander with anything still amazed Genesis. Perhaps something that secretive had been limited to Hojo. That wouldn’t be terribly surprising.
The reason for Nero’s animosity finally came to light, and Genesis slowed to a stop along the path. “Ah...well, that certainly sounds like something I’d say.” Frowning slightly, he turned his gaze towards a patch of pale blue flowers as he wondered what had compelled this alternate version of himself to turn down their pleas for help. They were crazy, there was no doubt about that, but he would have previously jumped on help from other SOLDIERs in his quest to take down Shinra.
Then again...if Nero was to be believed, then they had taken him from just after his encounter with Zack. And he...hadn’t been in the best state of mind then. Angeal dead. Sephiroth dead. His life spared by Minerva and pity shown to him by Zack of all people. Genesis might believe now that taking down Shinra was still the best thing to do, but for a while after having his degradation cured, he hadn’t been sure. The entire concept had made him uneasy because it was still painted in the shame of what he’d done. Genesis had no intention of ever making another copy of himself again. Not even to oppose Shinra.
“Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return.” He hesitated a moment before glancing over to meet the man’s narrowed red eyes. “...I don’t think my refusal had much to do with you.” It wasn’t quite an apology. He didn’t owe Nero or his brother anything after all. Even if they were prisoners, Genesis certainly hadn’t been the one to put them there. But the man’s accusing stare still made him uncomfortable in a way he couldn’t quite explain.
“I was never the hero of our world’s story. But for what it’s worth, you seem to have your freedom now.”
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] The clink of a bowl against the nightstand was the only thing that told Genesis that Angeal had returned to the room. His friend normally had heavy footsteps--it was sort of inevitable given his bulky frame--but Genesis was either too wrapped up in his own spiraling thoughts to notice or maybe Angeal was trying to go slowly. Like Genesis was a wild monster that he wasn’t entirely sure how to navigate yet. Really, that metaphor wasn’t too far from the truth if he thought about it.
Angeal was quiet for a while after placing the bowl down, and Genesis kept his eyes on the carpet. It was a dull brown color that had come with the apartment, but there were a few flecks of Sephiroth’s blood trailing in from the door now that brightened it up. He somehow didn’t think their landlord would appreciate that, but maybe it was a moot point now that the front door had been kicked in and Genesis had put a hole in the drywall with a chair.
Angeal finally spoke, and Genesis felt his lips twitch slightly in agreement when he said that he didn’t expect to meet under these circumstances. There was too much that there wasn’t time to say or react to because they were both too focused on their friend. Stupid Sephiroth. It was almost like he’d planned this. Genesis was absolutely planning to slap him once he was conscious and upright.
“Apologize for-?...” Genesis finally turned his eyes up towards Angeal, a scowl on his face as he processed what the man was saying. He had chosen to die because of what they were, and he was still trying to be a martyr? Angeal always did manage to be the better person, but he wasn’t having it right now.
“Unless there’s something I can say right now.”
Genesis was on his feet before he’d really thought about what he was going to do. “Do you have to be so-?” He gesticulated wildly in the air as if that conveyed everything. “And stop being all injured and pitiful or I can’t be mad at you! Cura!” He spared another healing spell directed at him and stalked a couple paces towards Sephiroth’s bedside as the spell took effect. Afterward, he whirled back towards him accusingly.
“You could take a swing at me! That’s where we left off, isn’t it?” He had chosen to side with Zack when things had gotten a bit too real for him, though Genesis had expected that he might leave eventually. He had done things that had made himself a little uneasy, let alone Angeal and all his honorable intentions.
“My friend, the fates are cruel. There are no dreams, no honor remains. The arrow has left the bow of the goddess.” The lines at the beginning of Act IV from before the two friends were destined to fight. He expected Angeal would remember that much. “You know how many people I killed, so fight me like you wanted to then! Don’t pretend you’re the one who’s the villain!”
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Genesis was getting ready to follow the blond man in the blue scale armor down into the basement when a loud crack echoed down from a higher floor. The entire mansion shook, and Genesis was forced to steady himself with one hand against the wall as the smell of smoke drifted into the pantry. Well, it had only been a matter of time until the fire caught up to them. It looked like a change of plans was in order. The dead man’s secrets held little interest compared to his own life.
Genesis ducked back into the kitchen instead of following Caius. Primrose was having some kind of mid-life crisis, but he supposed that she’d either get over it fast or choke to death on smoke. He didn’t have much preference either way, though he couldn’t resist a slight comment when she asked who could have set the fire.
“Oh no. What a fiend that must have been,” he said with a roll of his eyes as he waved a hand at the ninja and the stoic woman. “I suggest you all make your way out of here too.” He could have trudged all the way back to the front door, but it had been proven that those doors were locked. Instead, he crossed over to one of the kitchen windows and proceeded to unlatch it and remove the window screen.
“Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return,” he supplied as a farewell before ducking out the window into the pouring rain. His hair quickly plastered itself to his forehead, and he gave a forlorn sigh as he spread his one large black wing and took to the sky. He was going to return home looking like a drowned rat, and he supposed that Sephiroth would never let him hear the end of that one.
All in all, it hadn’t been the worst party that he’d ever attended.
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] The man referred to him as a non-traditional experiment. What did that make a traditional Shinra experiment? The monsters roaming around the various mako reactors, or Genesis himself perhaps? He scowled at the thought but chose not to pursue the question. There was no good answer to it, and regardless the man was correct that his red eyes weren’t exactly normal. Perhaps that put him in the same category as Sephiroth when it came to SOLDIERs with odd traits.
Genesis had the impression that his words had actually made somewhat of an impact on the angry stranger, but then his last sentence seemed to ruin the effect as the man slapped his hand away. Well, he hadn’t been able to resist needling him at least a little.
“Everyone always does that,” Genesis sighed as he fell into step behind the dark-haired man with a teasing smirk at the corners of his lips. “And I certainly never said I wasn’t an ass.” He liked to think that being a Shinra experiment who was betrayed by his “parents” and left to slowly rot to death for four years was a pretty good excuse. But then he supposed that his personality had been basically the same before that too. Oh well. Genesis enjoyed running his mouth too much to ever really change, though his friends would probably appreciate it if he learned some restraint.
Genesis trailed up next to the brooding man, deciding that the disparity between the beautiful floral pathways and his current company was almost laughable. It was something to drink over later at least. At that moment, he would have rather been paired with almost anyone else. Even Sephiroth might have made for better company, and that was one of the lowest bars to clear.
“Well? Going to tell me your name finally?” Genesis asked, side-eyeing his companion before considering the moon pinned overhead amongst the scattering of stars. “When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end, the goddess descends from the sky. Wings of light and dark spread afar. She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting.”
He thought that part of Loveless fit the current situation rather well, but since the man seemed a tad uncultured, he chimed in with another question. “You claim to have rescued me from Banora, but from what exactly? The last thing I remember is losing consciousness there after an encounter with First-Class SOLDIER Zack Fair.” His lip curled a bit on the name, but it was more for show than anything. His feelings on Zack were complicated, and best not discussed with this stranger of all people.
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Maybe the knowledge that he had been dead for four years was a lot to drop on Angeal. Genesis saw it in the way his friend’s entire body tensed and the way his fingers clenched around the rag until water was spilling out between them. It wasn’t like Angeal to not pay attention like that. He was normally so careful about not making a mess--probably because he knew that he’d be the one to have to clean it up. Household chores weren’t really Genesis’ thing.
Angeal didn’t say anything for ages. In another time and place, Genesis would have told him to stop malfunctioning, but as it was, he just watched the dark-haired man with tight lips. At least out of the corner of his eye. In theory he was focused on Sephiroth.
Angeal finally let slip that he had been in this world for about a year now, but his face closed off entirely when he very nearly said what the last thing he remembered from Gaia was. Genesis thought that he could fill in the blanks anyway though. He hadn’t been present for Angeal’s death since he was off dealing with his own injuries that Zack had dealt him, but he’d heard the details later from Hollander. It had taken him a long time to believe the news and even longer to come to terms with it. If he ever had come to terms with it.
“A year ago is around when I showed up too,” he said instead so that thought wouldn’t be left hanging. He didn’t think it made any difference though. The man still wasn’t meeting his eyes, and Genesis bristled at the statement that he wouldn’t want to hear anything that Angeal had to say. Of course he didn’t want to hear! Genesis had been so wrapped up in his own degradation that he hadn’t even noticed how much pain his friend was in until he’d felt the need to kill himself. He didn’t need to hear about how he’d failed Angeal. He’d had four years to stew in it.
Angeal stood up to refill the bloody bowl of water that he’d been using to clean Sephiroth’s wounds, and a weak smirk danced around his lips as he lurked by the door. “Besides, I’m not looking to get a bottle thrown in my face right now.”
“Is that supposed to be a joke?” Genesis asked sullenly, but he wasn’t even sure if his friend had heard him or not as the dark-haired SOLDIER vanished into the kitchen. Genesis slumped back in his chair once Angeal was gone, rubbing at his eyes tiredly before scowling down at the silver-haired man on the bed. “This is all your fault. What made you think bringing him here was a good idea?” Sephiroth didn’t have much of an answer for him beyond his shallow breathing, and of course he didn’t because he was dying. Again. And once again, Genesis felt like he had kicked him towards the finish line.
Something dark and angry rose up in his stomach, and suppressing a scream, he stood up and hurled the rolling chair that he’d been sitting in against the wall. It left a sizable hole in the drywall before it fell to the floor with a crash, and Genesis could only laugh a tad hysterically at that before sliding down Sephiroth’s dresser and burying his hands in strands of his own hair. A Loveless quote rose to his lips and then it was gone. For once, he couldn’t find the right one. Not this time.
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] The creature’s blow glanced off the woman thanks to the Barrier spell that Genesis had cast, while the masked man and the blond woman worked together to bring down the monster. The bullet wound in its chest looked as if it should have been fatal. Blood pooled around it as the creature writhed, yet it refused to go still.
“For the love of the goddess,” Genesis muttered gripping the hilt of his rapier as he took a step forward. Why did he always end up with the dirty work? Bringing down the red blade with all of his strength, he did his best to sever the monster’s head even through the tough, scaly skin. “I might throw up,” he complained as he tried to shake off some of the blood that had splattered on his boots, but really, it was nothing he hadn’t done before. Not that he’d be thanking Shinra anytime soon.
The white-haired man engaged with the woman that they’d saved--Primrose apparently--and Genesis waved a hand airly at her thanks. “No one cares,” he said in response to her statement that she’d heard a commotion outside. He was a lot more interested in why actual nightmares were crawling out of the pantry, thanks. Poking his head gingerly inside of the shattered pantry door, he grimaced at the sight of food and various baking ingredients strewn across the floor. Still, the sight of a spilled bag of apples made Genesis brighten, and he stepped inside to retrieve one bruised red apple from the floorboards.
“Ripples form on the water’s surface, the wandering soul knows no rest,” he quoted to himself, tossing the apple up in the air and catching it before slipping the fruit into one of the pockets of his red leather coat. Afterward, he stuck his head out of the pantry and jerked a thumb back towards the ladder in the corner to signal the others.
“I’m guessing the creepy hidden basement will have some answers.”
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Genesis thought that he had been downright courteous all things considered. He could have tried to remove the finger that the man had stabbed into his chest, but something about the stranger’s red eyes and nonsensical words screamed danger, so Genesis had tried to take things in stride. He had at least asked the man’s name, but apparently that had been the wrong thing to say as well.
The dark-haired man stalked towards him again, and Genesis raised his hands defensively. He suddenly wished that he’d brought his sword along, but he did at least have most of his materia on-hand if the unstable man decided to attack him. His screaming left plenty for Genesis to unpack even without a fight though, and his head spun a little as he stared at the crazed stranger in front of him. Cliffside in Banora? What could that have been if not for after his climactic battle with Zack? And yet...Genesis remembered slipping into unconsciousness and then immediately waking up here in Zephon. He’d never had any memory problems like some of the others seemed to have, but everything that the man was yelling called that into question. He could be lying of course, but then how would he have known that Genesis was in Banora?
Genesis felt caught off-guard and vulnerable at the revelation that there were pieces missing, so he couldn’t respond in any way other than flippant. “You’ll have to be more specific,” he said dryly in response to the accusation that he had caused the man’s death. And then, because he half expected the man to take a swing at him, he hopped away and landed lightly on his feet on top of the bench. Anything to keep a few feet between them.
“What are you then? A SOLDIER? You don’t have the mako eyes,” he pointed out, weighing his options as he stared down at the angry man. Maybe it wouldn’t do to antagonize the only person who could answer his questions about what had happened after Zack had left him, so after a moment, Genesis hopped back down from his bench and tried to look repentant. If only that was a look he knew how to wear.
“I wouldn’t take it personally. Apparently my memories around that time are hazier than I thought,” he said a tad bitterly as he tucked a strand of red hair behind one ear. “Ripples form on the water’s surface, the wandering soul knows no rest.”
Perhaps it was a tad dramatic, but he extended a hand to the dark-haired man anyway. If only he had an apple to offer him. “What do you say we take a walk and discuss?” And then, because he couldn’t resist at least a small dig at his expense. “We are on a date, after all.”
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Genesis stayed in his bedroom for longer than he should have given Sephiroth’s condition, but he couldn’t bring himself to return. He didn’t like to lose his composure in front of other people, but it was all a bit much. Sephiroth had apologized for the goddess’ sake! Genesis had always thought it would be satisfying to hear the perfect SOLDIER admit that he’d made a mistake, but there was something about it that had left a bitter taste in his mouth after all.
As for Angeal...well, Genesis had intended for his words to cut him a little--the man deserved some of that--but he’d forgotten that his oldest friend was the only person who had ever managed to make him feel the tiniest sliver of guilt for his actions. The look on Angeal’s face after Genesis had casually mentioned both of their deaths had been downright painful, as if Genesis had sliced him open instead. It made him nearly regret saying it, and he resented that. He really did. In other circumstances, he might have screamed back at his friend. What right did Angeal have to look like that when it was all hypothetical for him? Genesis was the one who had learned of their deaths for real.
...What right did Angeal have to feel responsible for Sephiroth’s death when Genesis was the one who had failed him?
Sweeping his hair back from his face angrily, Genesis dug through his dresser drawer, eventually emerging with two tiny bottles of greenish-yellow liquid. He was a little low on ethers at the moment, but it would have to do.
Sephiroth’s bedroom was straight back across the hall, but Genesis paused to look inside first. He wasn’t really surprised to see that Angeal had managed to procure better first aid supplies and was currently dabbing at Sephiroth’s wounds to clean them. He had never been one to sit still and do nothing, even if materia usage wasn’t his area of mastery. Still, their silver-haired friend appeared to have slipped into unconsciousness, which alarmed Genesis until Angeal’s shoulders suddenly hunched forward. He gripped the rag tighter between his fingers as he whispered an apology, and Genesis desperately wished that he had arrived 30 seconds later. He didn’t want to witness that.
“My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I?” He quoted as he swept back into the room. Falling back into the chair from before, he pointed one of the ethers accusingly at Angeal. “Stop that. If you make me cry, I will throw a bottle at your face.” With that promise out of the way, he downed one of the ethers, grimacing at the sickly-sweet taste as he set the other one on top of the dresser for safe-keeping.
With his magic returned, Genesis picked up the Restore materia again and leaned over Sephiroth to check on the progress of his wounds. Regen had gone to work while he had been away, and Angeal had done a good job with cleaning them, so they looked far less alarming than they had when the pair had first stumbled their way in the door.
“How long has it been for you anyway?” Genesis muttered, casting another spell on Sephiroth’s worst wound before looking up at his friend’s tired face. “To me, I haven’t seen you in four years.” He laughed shortly before glancing away. "You'd think I'd have prepared more what to say."
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Noctis agreed that they should cut their exploration short for today. This particular version of Bahamut seemed different from the variations that Genesis knew back on Gaia. Those summons had been tough, but not unbeatable. Genesis himself had used Bahamut against Zack on multiple occasions, and Angeal’s brat had usually managed to get the upper-hand. That version hadn’t exactly had an entire defensive tower dedicated in his honor though. Somehow Genesis didn’t like their odds alone, even if Noctis’ warping was incredibly useful.
Noctis said that he’d pass on what they had learned to the Dragonblades, which made Genesis wrinkle his nose slightly even if he refrained from commenting. From what he’d heard, they were some do-good mercenary guild, which felt a little try-hard for his tastes. That brand of hero was probably exactly what they needed for a threat this large though, so he nodded his assent. “I have a few friends here as well who could probably be of service.” Sephiroth was always good for a fight as long as he left his General hat at the door. He had an infuriating tendency to believe his strategy was best otherwise. Even if it was he didn’t have to rub it in everyone’s faces.
Noctis suggested they begin their descent, though Genesis had to laugh lightly at the implication that he had jumped from the tower last time. “I’d catch you. Maybe,” he said with a faint smirk as he waved Noctis on first. “After you, your majesty.” He couldn’t resist the slight dig at the man’s status, though he supposed that he didn’t blame him for keeping it a secret. A king was bound to have enemies after all. Genesis wasn’t inclined to out him though unless there was something in it for him.
“When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end, the goddess descends from the sky,” Genesis quoted thoughtfully, taking one last look at the altar room before beginning the long descent. At the very least, they should be able to find their way back to the room with the broken stained-glass windows that they had originally entered through. If nothing else, they could jump from there.
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[attr=class,tagline]@noctisluciscaelum
Think we're getting close! I've loved the world building in this one.
