argentimperator: (Looking but not seeing)
[The feed blinks on as the PCD drops out of Sephiroth's coat pocket. The coat that Sephiroth is no longer wearing; the video catches him throwing it over a gravestone, hiding it from sight. The stone, of course, is only one out of a number he almost finds surprising. The names on them, however, are not surprising at all.

Angeal Hewley. Genesis Rhapsodos. Zack Fair. Faramis Gast. Lucrecia Crescent. Vincent Valentine.

All from his own world, with dates in Gaia's calendar. All people who have been important in his old life, even if he only found out about Vincent and Lucrecia here. But there are more stones, with more names that have nothing to do with his world.

Unohana Retsu. Gaignun Kukai Jr. Albedo Piazzola. Ulquiorra Cifer. Tsukino Usagi.

You get no prize for guessing what name is on the stone Sephiroth covered up.

His own grave is there, too, a monument topped with a guardian angel statue. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the statue seems to be missing a wing. There are three sets of dates inscribed on it, though on the third set, both dates are the same. He's already watched himself die at Cloud Strife's hands far more than could possibly be healthy for anyone, though not looking at the dates isn't any better thanks to the damn hallucinations. Listening to the bullshit spouted by his insane self is slightly less than entertaining.]

You betrayed Mother. [More voices speaking to him that no one else could hear.]

Jenova is not my mother and you are an abomination. I would almost consider these mercy killings if Strife were not such an ass.

[Despite the defiant words, Sephiroth looks more tired and depressed than anything, and the feed blinks out as he sits down by the covered grave.]
argentimperator: (Trying to relax here)
[Completely failed filter to Jr./Albedo because it's the middle of the night and he was trying to sleep.]

I have had enough, you two. [Sleepy and annoyed Sephiroth is sleepy and annoyed. Also shirtless and in bed, tangled up in his sheets.]

I realize your intentions are good but your methods leave much to be desired. This has been going on for weeks. Shut up and let me sleep in peace or I swear I will find a way to make you regret it.



(Side note: Completely failed to post about slowatus anywhere but Plurk. I have computer usage restrictions now, too, much like sister only a little more lenient. So.... that's why I've been even slower than usual lately. Who would have thought it was possible? :\ )
argentimperator: (One-Winged Angel)
[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.
argentimperator: (Bedtime)
[Since Sephiroth is currently bandaged on a bed in the clinic, he is not feeling terribly inclined to activate the video function of his PCD. The announcement he wants to make doesn't require him to be seen.]

I have completed my initial work of editing and updating the previously existing briefing for new arrivals. The revised briefing packet can be located here. [Insert network link here.]

I am available for feedback and suggestions if anyone believes vital information has been left out or presented poorly.

[Yes. This is what Sephiroth has been doing while confined to a bed in the clinic. Working. The man does not seem to have any conception of the meaning of 'inactivity'. Let alone 'complete bed rest'. It doesn't help that he is chafing at being in the clinic while other people have been investigating the Inner City.]
argentimperator: (Solemn moment)
[For a moment, the PCD just shows black from where it clattered to the ground. Then the black, apparently the black leather of Sephiroth's coat, slips away from the camera. The angle is weird and awkward, but it's not hard to see that Sephiroth is.... not in good shape. His materia bangle is clutched in his left hand, one of the materia on it just beginning to flicker with a dim green glow.

His right hand has blood all over it, mostly from a vicious gash on his right arm. Or maybe some of it is from that hole in his torso. All in all, there's plenty of blood to go around.]

Cur-

[His attempt to cast is cut off by a harsh coughing fit. As he lifts his right hand to his mouth to cover it, more blood spatters the black leather of his glove. This particular blood very definitely came out of his mouth. Internal injuries, maybe?]

...Curaga.
argentimperator: (Trying to relax here)

[As with many other people this week, Sephiroth has not been getting much sleep. Enhanced hearing plus this don't really mix well. Especially when the soundtracks from other people's posts are added in.

The clattering noise and the way the PCD feed is jerking may indicate that he just threw the thing. Who knows where it landed, but it's in a place where it has a good video of Sephiroth sprawled over his bed.]

If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman~

....I'm growing extremely short of patience with this. If there must be music, couldn't it at least be something classical?

[Whereupon the music promptly switches. Well... It's classical video game, anyway. Not that Sephiroth knows that. Nor does he know that the PCD is recording, so he buries his head under his pillow with a small sound of disgust.]

argentimperator: (Not the General)
[Sephiroth is pretty visibly different. For one thing, he's wearing normal, casual clothing instead of his shoulder armor and combat leathers. For another, the cat-slit green eyes don't glow as brightly as they usually do. And for once, Masamune is nowhere to be seen. So yeah, Sephiroth is definitely affected.]

This is getting ridiculous. I'm hardly an expert on large-scale operations, but shouldn't the sane people be working together to contain the adversely affected instead of squabbling with each other over who is going to take care of what and how?

I may or may not be affected, obviously I wouldn't be able to tell, but I don't honestly care. At least I'm not planning any bloody massacres, and I'm willing to help deal with the people who are.
argentimperator: (One-Winged Angel)
[It's hard to tell what is going on at first since all the PCD is showing is black feathers. After a moment, it shakes a bit and then steadies as it's set down. With more distance, the video is now distinguishable as being Sephiroth... but with a single black wing curving out from his back on his right side. He doesn't look happy about it, either.]

This is not funny.
argentimperator: (You have my attention)
[It's obvious the pcd hasn't been activated on purpose; the video is just darkness initially, and the audio of the deep voice is faintly muffled.]

-unfamiliar terrain. Zack? Strife? Marshall?* Damn.

[Some rustling, and now the video has something to see, apparently the pcd was in his pocket and is now in a gloved hand, the landscape blurring by before it settles on a view of Sephiroth's face. He frowns for a moment before his expression smooths over into something blank and professional.] This isn't my- ...I assume there is someone else receiving this transmission. I wish to know where I am, why, and ideally, what's happened to my subordinates.

*ShinRa trooper #2 never actually got a name, poor guy, so he's getting one now.
argentimperator: (You have my attention)
[It's obvious the pcd hasn't been activated on purpose; the video is just darkness initially, and the audio of the deep voice is faintly muffled.]

-unfamiliar terrain. Zack? Strife? Marshall?* Damn.

[Some rustling, and now the video has something to see, apparently the pcd was in his pocket and is now in a gloved hand, the landscape blurring by before it settles on a view of Sephiroth's face. He frowns for a moment before his expression smooths over into something blank and professional.] This isn't my- ...I assume there is someone else receiving this transmission. I wish to know where I am, why, and ideally, what's happened to my subordinates.

*ShinRa trooper #2 never actually got a name, poor guy, so he's getting one now.

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