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poly_chromatic2012-03-17 09:54 pm
nohometown) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-03-17 09:54 pm
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009 ☄ [action/video] somewhere over the (bleak) rainbow
Somewhere...
They must be somewhere nearby. Why don't they answer?
[The ordinarily collected Sephiroth looks different today. His hair hasn't been brushed. Now and then, as he walks, he staggers slightly, clearly disoriented. His bright eyes don't focus on anything around him, fixed on some far off point.
He gazes up at the sky. The "rainbow" he sees there is shining, in a sense, but its colors are faded to pale, barely differentiated, and with an almost sickly greenish tinge. As if tainted with Mako. That same green is shining in his eyes. It appears to him more like a beacon light than a rainbow, showing him the way, so he follows it. That must be where they are. They flew there, on wings... He doesn't have wings, but he wants to be with them.
Around him, the landscape has changed, at least to his eyes, yet what he sees doesn't remain constant. One moment, it's a tall, industrially modern city of steel, rising around him. In the next moment, those tall, gray buildings disappear, replaced with smaller structures: the houses and warehouses of an abandoned mining town, a ghost town. Steel and snow, both cold, neither comforting.
The tall city lies swathed in smog, and the tiny town lies blanketed in ice, but both are empty. In both of them, he is alone. And where is Angeal? Where is Genesis? His friends. They've gone away. If he can only find them. It will be all right. They can leave Shinra together. They can support each other.
He does use the network, and only once, but his transmission is terse, grave:]
Angeal, Genesis, please respond. This is Sephiroth. I am not here to bring you in. I am not here to fight.
I repeat, please respond. Where are you?
This is Sephiroth.
They must be somewhere nearby. Why don't they answer?
[The ordinarily collected Sephiroth looks different today. His hair hasn't been brushed. Now and then, as he walks, he staggers slightly, clearly disoriented. His bright eyes don't focus on anything around him, fixed on some far off point.
He gazes up at the sky. The "rainbow" he sees there is shining, in a sense, but its colors are faded to pale, barely differentiated, and with an almost sickly greenish tinge. As if tainted with Mako. That same green is shining in his eyes. It appears to him more like a beacon light than a rainbow, showing him the way, so he follows it. That must be where they are. They flew there, on wings... He doesn't have wings, but he wants to be with them.
Around him, the landscape has changed, at least to his eyes, yet what he sees doesn't remain constant. One moment, it's a tall, industrially modern city of steel, rising around him. In the next moment, those tall, gray buildings disappear, replaced with smaller structures: the houses and warehouses of an abandoned mining town, a ghost town. Steel and snow, both cold, neither comforting.
The tall city lies swathed in smog, and the tiny town lies blanketed in ice, but both are empty. In both of them, he is alone. And where is Angeal? Where is Genesis? His friends. They've gone away. If he can only find them. It will be all right. They can leave Shinra together. They can support each other.
He does use the network, and only once, but his transmission is terse, grave:]
Angeal, Genesis, please respond. This is Sephiroth. I am not here to bring you in. I am not here to fight.
I repeat, please respond. Where are you?
This is Sephiroth.
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