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argentimperator) wrote2011-09-04 03:20 am
argentimperator) wrote2011-09-04 03:20 am
Mission 13 : [Video] Sunday morning-ish
[Theoretically, with Madara's power broken and he himself sealed, everyone should be back to normal. However, most of 'everyone' does not have an opportunistic alien virus lurking in the back of their minds waiting for a moment of weakness.
A moment of weakness like, say, most of a week spent with their free will suppressed.
So when the feed from Sephiroth's retrieved PCD blinks on, it's displaying a Sephiroth only one person here has seen before. A Sephiroth with a single black wing arching from his right shoulder, the sky as his backdrop, and a look of disdain and simmering malice on his face.]
Hmph. This place... Madara may be content to attempt to rule in Hell, but I am not. Mother is calling me. She wishes for my return. I will go to her...
[Sephiroth swings his sword several times, sending arcs of blue-white energy hurtling downward. While it doesn't show up on the feed, a luckily already derelict building in the city crumbles under the assault.]
If I must turn this worthless, soulless planet into rubble to do so.
A moment of weakness like, say, most of a week spent with their free will suppressed.
So when the feed from Sephiroth's retrieved PCD blinks on, it's displaying a Sephiroth only one person here has seen before. A Sephiroth with a single black wing arching from his right shoulder, the sky as his backdrop, and a look of disdain and simmering malice on his face.]
Hmph. This place... Madara may be content to attempt to rule in Hell, but I am not. Mother is calling me. She wishes for my return. I will go to her...
[Sephiroth swings his sword several times, sending arcs of blue-white energy hurtling downward. While it doesn't show up on the feed, a luckily already derelict building in the city crumbles under the assault.]
If I must turn this worthless, soulless planet into rubble to do so.
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Halfway through the tackle, it changes tactics, and suddenly plants its powerful hind legs into the closest surface, pulling its left paw back, and aiming its formidable fangs at the arm holding it.]