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Post by Angeal Hewley on Apr 9, 2011 15:38:50 GMT -5
Angeal had wandered about the neutral zone, looking for some place where he could think, not about the war he now found himself a participant in, but about why he had been chosen, why choose a monster? Angeal wouldn't deny that he'd never had more evil thoughts than most men, but was that enough to place him on the side of light?
"I wonder what happened to Sephiroth in the end....when I died, did Genesis start after him as well? Zack can probably answer that better than anyone...but I don't want to interrupt whatever happiness he can find in the battlefield with questions of the past..." Angeal spoke to the air in the bar he now found himself in. He had chosen the bar because, out of all the places in Null, it was the one that most reminded him of Midgar, even though the Golden Saucer was present.
Going back to habit, back to the days when he had been SOLDIER first class Angeal Hewley, he pulled up a stool at the bar and sat down, his elbows resting on the counter and his chin resting on his knuckles. He was vulnerable, unarmed, having left his swords by the door, no point in carrying them around in a neutral area. Sure, someone could steal his Buster Sword, provided they were as strong as an augmented human, but how many of those could be running around? Even among SOLDIER, only Angeal, and now Zack, were capable of using the Buster Sword one handed.
Angeal felt his attention constantly being pulled toward the door, as if he were expecting someone to join him in his musings, but would they be friend...or foe? And what, if anything, would Angeal do if one of the Warriors of Chaos were to show up? Only time would tell, only experience would let him know if it were possible to save those on Chaos' side.
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Post by exie on Apr 17, 2011 18:23:37 GMT -5
"Are you a child?."
The cold tone of Sephiroth filled the space of the barstool to the left of the raven haired SOLDIER, a voice that preceded the arrival of it's legendary owner only several seconds before. Sephiroth faded into the bar with a shadow of black and violet, appearing next to Angeal with his hand set out before him upon the bar. Green eyes remained fixated upon the former Shinra operative poised upon his seat, looking down on him in all senses for that he deemed this warrior, whom he did not recognize for a lack of memory, beneath him as his inferior. The words Angeal spoke only told Sephiroth of his hesitance to ask his friend about their memories, something every warrior upon this board may possibly be after, at least to the Angel's presumption. There was however the fact that he knew of Sephiroth, hence the uttering of his own name that the One Winged Angel had heard. The green eyes had taken their time to examine this Warrior of Cosmos, and had taken into account that this man's attire highly resembled that of Cloud.
Perhaps they knew one another.
If that so was the case, then any ally of Cloud was unmistakably, an enemy of his own. The title of being a Warrior of Cosmos in itself should have already made this muscular individual an enemy by default in this war, however given that Sephiroth did not think highly of serving Chaos as the others, this newfound deduction through investigation proved to be enough to draw a line between the One Winged Angel and this man who sat. "If that is truly your intention, then why not spare your friend from the conflict entirely?" asked the silver haired legend as he continued to look to Angeal with an interest not evident on his calm, and collected expression.
He turned to walk away from the bar, breaking his gaze with the white winged warrior to look around the room that just screamed Gaia simply through its appearance. The craft in the architecture itself was reminiscent of the Midgar slums, yet sadly Sephiroth did not recognize such fine detail, nor the man he had once called friend by the bar. All he knew was the utter hatred he felt for Cloud, his service to Chaos and his involvement in this war. Deep within, it was perhaps possible that a feeling of despair was cocooned within the solidified sense of confidence that Sephiroth held, however it was but a tiny flicker of Light in the unfathomable darkness that lurked within. 'What an eyesore of a place.' he initially thought to himself, looking back over his shoulder to watch Angeal through the corner of his eye, masked in a thin silver curtain of hair. |
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Post by Angeal Hewley on Apr 17, 2011 23:23:17 GMT -5
Angeal was still staring at the door when Sephiroth's voice invaded his ears, a sound like ice splintering, cold, harsh, without pity. Had he not been friends with the silvered hair man for longer than he could remember, he probably wouldn't have recognized the cruel voice at all. Angeal turned slowly to look at Sephiroth, he saw in those emerald eyes a malice which had not existed the last time Angeal had seen the fellow SOLDIER first class. "Sephiroth. Something...has broken inside of you, hasn't it?"
[/b] as Angeal spoke, he realized that even he didn't know just what exactly he meant, perhaps Sephiroth could puzzle that one out, he'd always been the smart one. Angeal heard Sephiroth suggest he keep Zack from fighting, as if he didn't know him, as if they hadn't been comrades. A lot was off about this Sephiroth, he wasn't the man Angeal had known, had admired, whom Angeal had fought alongside, even the way he entered, materializing from nothing, was not something he knew Sephiroth could do. To Angeal, it felt as if a claw had begun crushing his heart, his friend didn't recognize him, and he was so cruel, yet this was Sephiroth, so he would have to watch what he said, the skill of a SOLDIER first class was not to be taken lightly. Angeal followed Sephiroth's movements with his eyes, watching as he left Angeal to leave. That could not be allowed. "You have nothing inside of you anymore Sephiroth, were you summoned to do Chaos' bidding? Is that what the legendary SOLDIER has sunk to? You do the bidding of some beast?"[/b] so much for watching what he said. Angeal slammed his hands down on the bar as he stood and faced Sephiroth completely, the anger evident on his face. "Tell me I'm wrong, Sephiroth! Tell me that you haven't lost your SOLDIER pride! I need to believe that you can be saved! I refuse to let darkness consume any more of my friends!"[/b] A lot of assumptions were being made on Angeal's part, but he usually knew that his instincts were right, it was what had kept him alive, what called him to foster Zack's ability, he had to believe that there was something like hope left for him and his friends.[/blockquote][/justify] |
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Post by exie on Apr 18, 2011 2:27:42 GMT -5
A small tug at the corner of the legendary SOLDIER's lips formed as Angeal slammed his hands onto the bar; an indication that perhaps he had indeed struck a nerve with this brooding pawn of Cosmos. How intriguing, yet his interest in this individual only continued to grow as more words spilled from his lips. Naturally whoever this was held memories to his past, for he was familiar with the One Winged Angel from the moment he had laid eyes upon him. Perhaps they shared the same home world? The intriguing possibility crossed Sephiroth's mind as he took the Guardian of Honor's words into account. The presumption that he was serving the will of Chaos had been played onto the table, yet the slightly insulting stab at his pride went ignored. The fact that Angeal remembered Sephiroth was a far more suitable matter to address to the Chosen One.
He turned just enough to look back into the blue eyes of the former comrade, not bothering to acknowledge any of his questions, as he felt it was better to leave this man to assume what he would. The truth would come with time, and before this cycle was over, despair would encompass this one like the others. "You share familiarity with me, which is of this moment, incapable of being returned. However...memories, return more with each battle fought in this world." he began, raising a single hand to his chest in gesture before lowering it back to his side, shaking his head to accompany the words spoken.
This man's term was a new spin on the usual reasonings pawns he encountered often gave, to save him from the Darkness? The thought was almost humorous to the silver haired legend, as he knew perfectly well that he was Darkness. There was no saving the dark for one who felled others in the name of Cosmos, only the smite of such, filled with hopes that their crystals would appear before them in reward. Indeed he expected many of Harmony's brave and earnest heroes to try their luck against him, however they would not conquer his might. There were none who could, just Cloud. Yet something told the Angel that the traitor was displaced within himself, off fighting for whatever flawed, broken reason that was not his own. So if Cloud remained plagued, diluted with the permeating thoughts that there was something worse than that of himself, worse than his arch-nemesis, who then could guide him? Ignorant human, there existed no such force. Sephiroth was and would always remain burned into Cloud's heart, and yet the puppet was incapable of seeing this. Instead he would rather shy away, and hide within his misery than face the Angel. It was such thinking that solidified the certainty within him, knowing full well that no matter who stepped forward today, they would not provide enough of a satisfaction for the Angel's thirst for combat. No other could soothe his hatred as much as every blow he dealt upon the puppet.
"If your friend would be burdened by these memories, perhaps I should fulfill this obligation of yours, and remove him myself." mused Sephiroth, waiting to see what sort of reaction he could tear out of this man, standing between him and the weapons he had placed by the door. Sephiroth would not start a fight here, no, for he had not come to drop hostility on one who clung to indecision. He sought Cloud, but any of his allies were exceptional enough to become bait for the traitorous puppet. A dark chuckle escaped the evil swordsman as he continued to observe Angeal, who in all honesty, seemed quite worked up. |
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Post by Angeal Hewley on Apr 19, 2011 19:40:05 GMT -5
Angeal paused for a moment as realization came over him, Sephiroth wasn't just acting like a completely different person, he didn't remember Angeal at all. He recalled that the other Warriors of Cosmos seemed to have varying degrees of cloudiness of mind, but why was it that neither he nor Zack lost any of their memories? "Is it...because we were already dead when we were summoned here?" the SOLDIER first class spoke aloud, but no to Sephiroth, he was merely thinking.
Moments passed, Angeal wasn't really paying too much attention to Sephiroth, he had a feeling that even this cruel version of one of his oldest friends wouldn't attack him here, for whatever reason. Angeal ran through his last memories, trying to puzzle out just at what point he had been summoned to this new world, into a war that didn't really concern him other than for his sense of justice. Of course, he heard Sephiroth's thinly veiled threat towards Zack.
It didn't matter if it was Sephiroth, Genesis, Zack, or a cute bunny, anyone with the audacity to threaten Angeal's friends, would end up a bloody mess, Sephiroth was about an inch away from having his pretty face smeared all over Angeal's gloves, just not here, and not now. "I never was as patient as you, Sephiroth. More tolerant, maybe, but never as patient. If it's a fight you're trying to start, I'll gladly cross swords with you, it wont be anything new in our relationship. I don't know where you developed this superiority complex of yours, but arrogance will only take you so far before it sees you dead."
[/b] Angeal's voice trembled every so slightly, with anger, and a tinge of despair for the friend he was forced to look on as an adversary. "What happened to my friend? Who killed the Sephiroth that used to smile warmly and cared for his friends?"[/b] Angeal had begun trying to move past Sephiroth, closer to his weapons, he knew very well how great Masamune's reach was, as well as how quick Sephiroth could draw it, even if he didn't feel threatened at the moment, the closer he was to a weapon, the safer it would be. [/blockquote][/justify] |
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Post by exie on Apr 20, 2011 16:02:44 GMT -5
The former comrade of Angeal continued to remain where he was, watching every movement the prideful past Shinra operative sought to make. Every word spoken were slowly becoming guides to a path that was taking its time to reveal itself, one that would inevitably lead to the clash of steel. Perhaps former comrades would indeed cross blades once more, and another memorable duel would take place upon the fractured conjunctions of this world, upon the very scene where the lines of war would be blurred as friendships would be put to the test. The neutrality of this place however, still held something about its air, its spiritual cradle, that loomed over the two former SOLDIERs with an unseen enforcement of this peace. It would ensure that no combat would break out here in this run down dump of a bar; combat that would surely result in its destruction given who would be participating.
Words that flowed from Angeal's mouth did nothing to ignite any memories that lay buried within Sephiroth, despite that there was some insight to his past relationship with his man. No there was nothing inside him, as stated by this warrior before, that indicated to the One Winged Angel that he knew this man. Cloud was all he remembered from his home world, and that was only through the will of a hatred so pure, it made the mako within both sons of Jenova present seem like unfiltered water, riddled with dirt and debris. This hatred is what drove Sephiroth now, kept his own will as strong as it had ever been, his determination to see this war to it's finale solidified.
As he did not remember just who exactly killed this former Sephiroth that Angeal spoke of, one that he could never imagine himself being, the silver haired devil only thought of the most logical answer to respond to the question asked. However as he made to do so, a sharp flash of pain and the vast images of a glass stasis cell shot through his mind, causing the silver haired legend to grasp his forehead, wincing from the sudden and unexpected pain. Green flashes of the Lifestream, the cracking of this glass, and Cloud all seemed to be present within this sudden surge of recollection. These were not memories of his former comrades, but rather more of Cloud, more fuel to the fire that was the undying hatred. Both palms took each side of the legend's head as the images began to spiral out of control, Sephiroth stepping around to catch his balance while silently screaming. Much like he had done when Zack had asked about his own origins, the initial spark of a downward spiral into insanity, provoked to endure by the words of their mutual friend Genesis. Once he had caught his balance after this rather unexpected turn in his behavior, Sephiroth used the hand he had placed upon the bar top, to push himself away from the surface he had come to lean on unintentionally.
Sephiroth stood there for a moment in silence before he took several steps forward, instantly regaining that calm and collected demeanor he was so well known for, until he stood at Angeal's side, shoulder to shoulder with but several inches between the silver and blackened pauldrons that adorned them. The Chosen One did not look Angeal in the blue eyes of confusion, but merely continued to keep his focus maintained on the far wall of the room as he gave the man his answer. "An ignorant traitor." he began, the icy words once more filling the deafness of the room. "Whether you speak the truth, or lies created to deceive me, it makes no difference Warrior of Cosmos. We remain enemies, divided by the lines this war has drawn into the sand."
The words were sure to bring more disheartening pain to this pawn of Cosmos, but Sephiroth cared not for this minor irrelevancy, only for the continuing words that remained unspoken. "Your desire is to save those of the other side? Very well. I can accept this as your naive intention." Sephiroth then turned his attention to his left, boring a stare of green into Angeal's face as he decided to grant him with at last, a face to face conversation at a reasonable position. The features upon the face of Mother's Chosen were flawless, unchanged by the whims of physical expression; truly an otherworldly presence, so calm, so perfectly cocooned in practice of professionalism. "Bring me Cloud. The memories you wish to restore, will become one with me, and return."
Sephiroth said no more as he looked away, turning his attention to the door once more, then proceeded to walk towards it. As the silver haired phenomenon reach the threshold of the exit, he looked down upon the blade of the Buster Sword, then gave a small unnoticeable smirk to himself. Whether or not that had been the blade to have pierce his body in front of Mother, the weapon leaned against the stained trim bore a great significant resemblance to Cloud's sword of choice all those years ago. Sephiroth glanced back over his shoulder to Angeal, not bothering a single thought more about the weapon, and gave him a subtle nod. "I'll see you again." With that Sephiroth faded back into the shadows of black and violet, and out of 7th Heaven, leaving Angeal there alone in the silence of the bar. [ Sephiroth has left 7th Heaven.] |
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Post by Nightmare Darklight on Apr 20, 2011 17:11:49 GMT -5
So making his way through the bar, he plopped himself down on a seat next to Angeal. Truth was, Nightmare had come here to scope the place out. He was considering applying for a job, making some money, and perhaps even getting himself some nice goodies throughout this whole thing. However, now he was curious, and he was of course, going to interrogate Angeal about the man who had just left the building. Blue eyes darted to the SOLDIER. "Friend of yours?" Nightmare questioned, wanting just a bit more info. Information was always good, ally or enemy. Ally even in the event that one of them ended up turning on their own team, or something.
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Post by Angeal Hewley on Apr 30, 2011 10:10:08 GMT -5
Angeal, knowing that there was either nothing or very little of his friend left in the shell called Sephiroth, once again took his seat at the bar, his face buried in his hands. If one didn't know better, they could almost say Angeal was sobbing, mourning the loss of a friend he would rather imagine dead than standing opposite him on the battlefield. "Sephiroth....I will save you from the darkness....even if I have to kill you to do it."
[/b] once again, Angeal spoke to no one, not realizing that someone had entered not long after Sephiroth left. Angeal, never one to be disrespectful, turned his head slowly to face Nightmare, he had seen this man in Order's Sanctuary, he was the one who had harassed the monkey boy and told Zack he would die from the needles Gilgamesh fired at him. He was an asshole, great. "Once upon a time, yes, he was my friend, but the man who was my friend is dead now, replaced by some fiend wearing his body...or maybe I'm just lieing to myself and that monster is actually some part of Sephiroth that I never saw..."[/b] Angeal knew the other man wouldn't care, he didn't even seem like a team player, no honor, nothing. But, it was good to have someone to talk to, even if they didn't care. [/blockquote][/justify] |
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