Mission 13 : [Video] Sunday morning-ish

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[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.

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[ff_red_turk]

[OH, CRAP.]

She's not your mother.

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Valentine. [The name is a hateful, angry hiss. Oh yeah, she's got her claws in good.] I am not interested in what you have to say.

[ff_red_turk]

No, Jenova is not interested in what I have to say.

You'll hear it.

[Already trying to find you.]

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Come to me, then. I will silence you myself.

[He'll even come down just barely far enough that Vincent won't require Chaos' wings to reach him. He's not hard to find, hovering in the air over the city with his hair and blade catching what little light comes through the dense clouds.]

[ff_red_turk]

[Not like he needs the wings anyway, Seph. The freaky cape does all the work. But indeed, Sephiroth is rather easy to fight.

The wing is ... a bad sign. But he'll make do with what he has.

He doesn't look intimidated at all. He's done this ... how many times now. If anything, sadness is what is reflected on his face. Lucrezia's son, once again falling prey to what was done to him.]

You're stronger than this.

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[The wing is a very bad sign. So is the dark, inhuman look in his eyes. Sephiroth doesn't look at Vincent with any of the quiet almost-fondness or intent curiosity that had often been there before. There's only Jenova's hatred.]

I'm stronger than you. Allow me to show you. [The flap of the wing is barely warning as Sephiroth speeds at Vincent, noticeably faster than he has been before, Masamune striking out at the other man's abdomen.]

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[ff_red_turk]

[Vincent barely has time to put his left hand, the claw-covered one, in front of his chest to block the strike, and even then, the force behind the blow is enough to start sending him flying backwards.

That's Jenova alright.

Masamune is too long for him to fight with Cerberus. His only solution to use the gun is to let Chaos take over and have it turn into Death Penalty to increase his accuracy to a point where bullets cannot be avoided. Not to mention, he's pretty sure Sephiroth doesn't know about Chaos, so that would give him so advantage to work on.

But a trump card isn't one if you use it right in the beginning, and it would probably be best to wear Jenova down some before getting to that.

Before he's completely ejected, Vincent's left hand grabs the blade, and he calls forth Glaina Beast. As he emerges from the ball of dark light, there is already a fireball forming int he gigantic paw, aimed right at Sephiroth's stomach.]

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[Well, he knows Chaos is there; he just doesn't know what Chaos is capable of. Other than royally pissing off his Mother, that is.

Sephiroth twists to the side with the aid of a quick wingbeat as the fireball erupts towards him. The fire licks his stomach but only does superficial damage. He ignores it as a materia lights on his bangle.]

So the beast displays its nature at last. Thundaga!

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[ff_red_turk]

[If that was supposed to be insulting, well ... let's justs ay you can do much, much better, Sephiroth.

Vincent only has about ninety to a hundred and twenty seconds before the transformation gets away, and he'll have to wait to call it again after that. Galian Beast strong point isn't magic, though. It's melee fighting. And it's so big and imposing that the Thundaga barely slows it down as goes for a full body tackle, the left paw wacking out to catch the black wing and try to rip out as much of it as possible.

The roar it lets out as it charges makes the dilapidated walls of the buildings around shake.]

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[Sephiroth's unencumbered right hand snaps out to catch the Galian Beast's left arm even as he's carried backward by the tackle. The grip is crushingly powerful as he attempts to force the paw away from his wing. He lifts a booted foot to kick at the thick torso harshly, hoping to break ribs but willing to settle for forcing the creature back.]

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[ff_red_turk]

[The kick doesn't even faze the beast. If something broke, the adrenaline rush is too high to let it feel the pain. But it seems enraged at not being able to grasp at the wing, the grip on its paw too tight and strong for him to reach.

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.]