Voices of the Lifestream [ANGEALvsJENOVA and OPEN]

[Angeal Hewley]

Angeal wasn't exactly sure how he'd ended up where he now found himself, it was a large expanse of green energy, much like the lifestream, but this wasn't Gaia, so it shouldn't be the Lifestream. He had flown through the large cracks above him, through which he could no longer see anything but infinite blackness. Angeal hovered for a moment before landing on a circular island of floating rock, almost as the very center of the place.

The reason Angeal had come to this area was that he had felt something..calling to him, it wasn't any type of sound or visual que, he had felt his very cells being pulled towards this place, and when he tried to resist, he felt as if he might be pulled apart on the spot.

As he stood, waiting for something he could not define, Angeal clenched and unclenched his fist, as a medium sized rock floated past, he grabbed it and crushed it in his hand, letting the remnants scatter into the green abyss below him. "I am...a perfect....monster..."

[/b] he had wanted to say SOLDIER, but he could not bring himself to do so, even though he had accepted that he could use the power he had been born with to help people, he couldn't help but view himself as some abomination that should not have been created. After all, if it weren't for him and Genesis, Zack would have lived, and most likely gone on to live a long and happy life with that girl, but he didn't, because Jenova existed, because Hojo and Hollander couldn't resist tampering with things they ought not to.

Angeal gritted his teeth, his hand resting on his SOLDIER sword's hilt, "Because of JENOVA...", he spat the venomous words into the abyss below.[/blockquote][/justify]

[Jenova]

Jenova wasn’t really why she had chosen to return to The Planet, even if it was a false battlefield created from the memories of the world. All she knew was that she was here, and so wasn’t one of her greatest failures, Angeal. She couldn’t remember everything from her world, but she remembered everything to the point of The Reunion. She remembered being pursued by the black sheep and even finishing off the last of the Ancients. However, as far as she knew, she crippled the world to its knees alongside her Angel. Mother was completely oblivious to the fact that Cloud actually defeated her at this exact spot.

In a state of silent gliding, Heaven’s Dark Harbringer made her way towards the depths of the core, where the monster stood. Jenova couldn’t love this creature, not as she loved her Sephiroth, her one true success. She listened silently as he called himself a monster and placed the blame on Mother for his own lack of power. It was his fault that he couldn’t handle cells from her own body; it was his fault that he lacked the strength to overcome her raw power.

”Why do you place blame on me when you are the one at fault, Angeal?”

With a burst of speed and a hint of magic, Jenova transported herself just ten paces from the original owner of the Buster Sword. She wasn’t afraid of a failure, not when the failure was surpassed by every other one of the Calamity’s children. In Jenova’s eyes, she would have preferred to lock Angeal away in the basement while she taught her other sons how to live life to the fullest. She truly saw Angeal as an abomination carrying her cells.

”It is your fault you cannot sustain my power. You should not show antagonism towards me when you are the one who could not overcome the degradation.”[/b]

As a show of power, that was pretty much intended to act as a spit in the face, Jenova shed her near-human disguise and showed herself in her full glory to Angeal. He must know what he could have had, if he had the power to sustain her gift given to him from the Shin-Ra.

[Nightmare Darklight]

This place felt so familiar to him. It was as if he had been here before, as if he belonged here, He felt... welcome here. But why was he here?

The actuality was that he was following the lady in black. Something didn't really feel right about her. It was probably the blue skin, so, he felt he should follow her and try to figure out who she was and whose side she was on. He knew how to sneak, he knew how to perform an infiltration, he had done it before, he had years of practice. He had made sure to keep his distance, made sure to stay out of sight, use any sorts of cover to keep him hidden from her sight. However, unbecoming of a stealth mission, he was wearing his bartender suit. Why was this? Simple, it was so if he did get caught he could play the incompetence card. He didn't bring out any weapons, nothing. For all intents and purposes, he was just a bartender that was getting in over his head. When he did arrive at the core, he was swamped with that feeling of familiarity, but decided he could just check up on it later.

As far as he knew, Jenova hadn't caught him. But that was what he knew. He himself had intentionally let criminals follow him before.

Staying as quiet as he could, Nightmare hopped down a platform, immediately lying prone on the ground to keep from being seen. Crawling over, he gazed down upon the two, just what were they to each other? It obviously wasn't friendly, as the woman was blaming him for something that confused the Unsent. He watched as the woman transformed into what he assumed to be her true form. Just what was it with people revealing that stuff right away? Regardless, he would adopt a wait and see approach, mentally cheering as he now had his first pair of wings towards winning his bet. If a fight broke out between the two, he would merely watch them go at it. After all, reconnaissance was a good thing, and with Nightmare not wanting to get forced into a fight so early in the war, it worked for him. For all intents and purposes, Angeal was on his own. Nightmare would do what he could to not get caught by either party. His breathing even slowed somewhat, to reduce any possible noise. He wanted to be invisible when it came to spying on these two.

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[Angeal Hewley]

Angeal felt the demon speak before he heard it's words, the voice was like metal splintering, screaming under the weight of one thousand sins. As quickly as he could manage, Angeal tore the SOLDIER sword from it's spot on his leg, whipped around, and sent the blade rocketing at Jenova. He figured she would dodge, but he was filled with a fury he had never known before. Chaos was allegedly the ultimate evil, but Angeal knew better, how could Chaos be anything when the Devil itself had just appeared before him?

Angeal looked into the face of evil, he saw nothing of remorse, or compassion, a demon to the core, and this was what he got his power from, what drove Genesis mad, what Hojo tried to turn Zack into, and thankfully failed. Angeal knew he couldn't kill the beast before him, but he would fight, he could do that much, it could be stopped, the fact that Shinra had to resurrect it was proof of that, but Angeal couldn't win alone.

"Sustain your power? I control it, bend it to my will, what is in me is no longer yours, because yours is the power of death, I will save lives with mine."

[/color] he wouldn't let her win, she already thought she was right, but Angeal would be as defiant as possible, this was no gift, it was a curse, but curses can be used for good as well.

Angeal watched in abject horror as Jenova revealed what it really was, this was a starborn abomination, the likes of which no man should ever know. The SOLDIER was astonished that he didn't descend into gibbering madness as soon as the beast revealed it's hateful true form. Angeal only felt anger and sorry within him at this moment. Anger that this demon was let loose, even on a battlefield, sorrow that he might not live long enough to see the vile thing put down.[/blockquote][/justify]

[OOC: Sorry for the lateness, severe writer's block!]

[kefka]

"Hi~."

'What' was probably the only word going through Night's mind at this point. That plain creepy voice that sounded like a 40 year old man making pretend at the voice of a japanese schoolgirl.

"You're new here. Let's see here: a cute sense of fashion, no giant sword of any kind, a purposeful look in the eyes that speaks to a lack of parental issues..."

Kefka rattled off, just loud enough for Night to hear without spoiling the hiding spot. He lay on the ground (or the air rather, floating a few centimeters above the ground) on his left side, facing towards Night. Forget how Kefka had managed to be so stealthy as to sneak up on Nightmare (coughcoughteleportcough), how he had simply laid about in such a relaxed manner, with his elbow on the ground forming a triangle with his fist at the top upon which he rested his head, was the bigger one.

"Where in the twelve, thirteen... who knows maybe we're up to fourteen or so worlds are you from anyway?" He asked with a curious smiling on his lips. He tapped that strange little smiling with his free finger for a few moments, allowing the awkward silence to permeate throughout the air before suddenly declaring "Eh. Meaningless in the end." and seeming to become bored with his own verdict. With a "whoop" of effort, Kefka shifted his weight forward and now lay prone on the dirt like Night himself did. He crossed his arms in front of him and laid as low as possible while still being able to see the scene in front of him, almost in a strange parody of Night. The clown then suddenly buried his face in the dirt and make "blublublublublub" sounds as he rubbed his face around in it, as if to purposefully mess up his make up.

When Kefka brought up his paint though, his face was uncharacteristic serious. His paint had also somehow moved around and formed a sort of purple and white camouflage mask as if he was a solider of some sort. Kefka was attempting to imitate some soldier he had heard of before a... Firm Cobra? Something like that. He then put a hand over his mouth and made crackling noises, he was pretending there was a walkey-talkey there.

"Crsssshhh Alpha-3, Alpha-3, what are the names of those cacti Alpha-3, over."

He whispered, using made up soldier jargon. However the jargon itself had no real form to them, it was actually a form of odd joke and test for Kefka. To see if Night could gleam the meaning of his words. So far, he was asking about who he was watching.

"Kssssshhhh Alpha-3, zero niner, the lier's pants are on fire I repeat the lier's pants are on fire, code guava, Cherry Pie."

To which Kefka proceeded to actually pull out a cherry pie from behind his head and held it to Night as an offering, whilst even the gods on high had become completely lost on what he was trying to say.

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