019 | It's still standing...[Action/Thoughts]
[Having moved some of the old lamps from inside the abandoned rooms of the Manor down to illuminate the basement, Sephiroth was fairly pleased to at least not to have to fumble around in the darkness for somethings that might be hidden away from unauthorized hands anyway. A couple of the more laboratory-style rooms in the basement had been torn upside-down in the silver-haired search for something - for any clue where there might still be any remains of injectable Mako material which Sephiroth now firmly believed would cure the intolerable amnesia in the two remnants. After all, why would it be so hard to find if it held the answer? He'd always had to fight hard for what he wanted and events thus far seemed to have followed the same pattern. Destiny? Mother?]
[The rooms were fairly cleaned out of anything useful but some dusty books and apparatus and until this afternoon Sephiroth had steered clear of the great walls-lined-with-books study area simply out of some odd sense of foreboding. However, wouldn't it be ironic if like before these shelves contained the answers he so desperately sought.]
"All roads lead to Midgar...ShinRa indeed... "
[musing now, Sephiroth replaced the contents of the drawer he had been heavy-handedly searching through back into the desk and slammed the drawer shut. All of this grasping at straws was starting to get on his nerves. As his emerald eyes rested on the door to the study, the door itself seemed to mock him. At his reluctance to even step into that room, that long corridor with it's desk at the far end. Memories tugged at Sephiroth as he rose to his feet, silver hair like some long elegant cloak stark against the leathers black. Framing his face as it fell back into position - it was time to face this demon.]
[Thump, Thump....Thump; heartbeat frozen as a gloved hand wrapped itself around the aged handle. It's black paint had begun to flake away over the years, revealing the metal underneath which the door handle consisted of.]
It seems all truth becomes clearer the longer it is left. Eventually the curtain falls away, lest it be ripped from it's rotten rings - eyelets dashed into oblivion. There is only so long any facade can be held up...
[a hand tightened around the handle and pulled outwards; opening the dark wooden door]
Unless it is not ever discovered, falsehoods become reality. Such is the fabric which was unpicked here; thread by thread. [pause, followed by deep breath as Sephiroth entered the study] Why does this memory still feel so fresh...?
[The dull hum of a low powered generator met Sephiroth's senses first. Eyes followed it to the source, two mako-pods in the corner. One with it's glass shattered, the other swung open - both empty. Undisturbed they sat like some monument to the last experiments carried out here. Experiments that became both the success and failure of the Reunion. Like some jagged knife that fact twisted into Sephiroth's chest; but Mother had not stripped him of her favor, there was not a need to feel this way. It tingled along Sephiroth's anger similar to the way a piece of raw meat would tempt any beast. Anger at how it had been, how he had failed- or rather how others had gotten in his way. Every - single - time.]
Those are dealt with now, they will not interfere any more.
[Slowly and with heavy steps Sephiroth approached the desk at the far end of the book-lined corridor. The light really never did go out. Perhaps in here, the cradle of his revelations, the sanctuary in which Sephiroth had realized his destiny before - there would be the answers he needed now]
[ooc: just a filler entry for anyone who wants a read xD - sorry I've been so lax with posting recently but this took quite a while to compose in my head. I'm a little stuck at the moment in terms of plottage (pending exams/ hiatus'/ etc all to be over) so ping me an idea if anyone has any]
[The rooms were fairly cleaned out of anything useful but some dusty books and apparatus and until this afternoon Sephiroth had steered clear of the great walls-lined-with-books study area simply out of some odd sense of foreboding. However, wouldn't it be ironic if like before these shelves contained the answers he so desperately sought.]
"All roads lead to Midgar...ShinRa indeed... "
[musing now, Sephiroth replaced the contents of the drawer he had been heavy-handedly searching through back into the desk and slammed the drawer shut. All of this grasping at straws was starting to get on his nerves. As his emerald eyes rested on the door to the study, the door itself seemed to mock him. At his reluctance to even step into that room, that long corridor with it's desk at the far end. Memories tugged at Sephiroth as he rose to his feet, silver hair like some long elegant cloak stark against the leathers black. Framing his face as it fell back into position - it was time to face this demon.]
[Thump, Thump....Thump; heartbeat frozen as a gloved hand wrapped itself around the aged handle. It's black paint had begun to flake away over the years, revealing the metal underneath which the door handle consisted of.]
It seems all truth becomes clearer the longer it is left. Eventually the curtain falls away, lest it be ripped from it's rotten rings - eyelets dashed into oblivion. There is only so long any facade can be held up...
[a hand tightened around the handle and pulled outwards; opening the dark wooden door]
Unless it is not ever discovered, falsehoods become reality. Such is the fabric which was unpicked here; thread by thread. [pause, followed by deep breath as Sephiroth entered the study] Why does this memory still feel so fresh...?
[The dull hum of a low powered generator met Sephiroth's senses first. Eyes followed it to the source, two mako-pods in the corner. One with it's glass shattered, the other swung open - both empty. Undisturbed they sat like some monument to the last experiments carried out here. Experiments that became both the success and failure of the Reunion. Like some jagged knife that fact twisted into Sephiroth's chest; but Mother had not stripped him of her favor, there was not a need to feel this way. It tingled along Sephiroth's anger similar to the way a piece of raw meat would tempt any beast. Anger at how it had been, how he had failed- or rather how others had gotten in his way. Every - single - time.]
Those are dealt with now, they will not interfere any more.
[Slowly and with heavy steps Sephiroth approached the desk at the far end of the book-lined corridor. The light really never did go out. Perhaps in here, the cradle of his revelations, the sanctuary in which Sephiroth had realized his destiny before - there would be the answers he needed now]
[ooc: just a filler entry for anyone who wants a read xD - sorry I've been so lax with posting recently but this took quite a while to compose in my head. I'm a little stuck at the moment in terms of plottage (pending exams/ hiatus'/ etc all to be over) so ping me an idea if anyone has any]