paixaorpg | Weapons and stuff. [Closed/Complete]

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Weapons and stuff. [Closed/Complete]

Character(s): Hojo and Sephiroth
Content: Buh? Sephiroth?
Setting: In and around Folios, the weapon shop
Time: Saturday Afternoon
Warnings: None as of yet

Well, the city was just as large if not larger than it had looked from outside the gates. Hojo was starting to regret not taking the train, though he'd taken a look at the station and the machine looked anything but stable so he'd decided to take his chances on foot instead. He'd stashed his lab coat in his messenger bag in an attempt to look less conspicuous, though considering everyone in the town seemed to be dressed in Victorian style it was still difficult to bled in.

He stopped after a long while, thoroughly sick of walking. The city was gorgeous, though, he had to admit... even the grass sparkled, though he'd stopped to inspect it a while ago and discovered that it was completely synthetic. Somehow he hadn't been surprised.

Hojo found a bench near what looked like a weapon shop and he made a note to go check it out once he wasn't quite so sick of walking. For now, though, he just started digging through his bag, double-checking to make sure he hadn't broken anything when he landed that morning.

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Sephiroth had been wandering the city aimlessly, drinking in the sights and sounds, the smells of a city. It was such a varied experience, from the poor quarters with their run-down buildings to the richer, more spacious and upkept areas. The brisk walk was doing him wonders; he could feel the blood pumping through his veins all over his body, like a complex network of liquid fire burning from within.

His eyes darted around lazily, taking in as much as possible in his first circuit around this new and exciting world.. This world that he would cast dominion over. As he strode leisurely down the wide streets, his eyes passed over a slight form with wiry black hair and thin rimmed glasses decorating his features. His heart skipped a beat; a very decidedly human reaction. His pace faltered and he felt himself coming to a slow stop, almost inexorably. One hand on the hilt of Masamune, tipping the long, horizontal-lying blade up slightly at the tip, he rounded towards the slender figure.

"Why.. Hojo.." The tall, silver-haired appartition intoned in a warm, deceivingly friendly voice, a wicked smile tugging at one corner of his lips. His mind was racing, what should he do? This was more than fate.. This was perhaps a sign, a sign that he had done more with the Lifestream as he made his descent upon this world than he had ever dreamed of. Could it really be that he had brought his erstwhile "father" here so that he may exact his revenge on him as he had wanted?

Hojo looked up from his bag blankly, wondering for the second time that day why a stranger recognized him. Maybe there was something to what that black-haired man was babbling about.

"...Yes?" he asked after a moment of staring. Christ, the approaching figure was imposing. He stood up, mostly so their heights would be more similar. He really did not enjoy being towered over.

Sephiroth took in the willowy scientist before him with an analytical eye. He looked different than he remembered... Less hunched, with more of a youthful bearing, his face less haggard and work-strained from all the sleepless nights.

Oh yes, he had heared whispers in the Lifestream. Whispers and murmurings that Hojo was the one who made him what he was - that Hojo referred to himself as his "father". He sneered outwardly at the memory. That some wretched scientist - this wretched scientist in particular, should call himself the father of Sephiroth. He was deified now; he had gone farther than even he thought he could go, and none of them could control him any more. And what's more, he would make sure that they knew that fact, and rejoice in educating them.

"You don't recognise me." He intoned softly. "Well, I could understand that. After all, it is hard for mortal eyes to comprehend the likeness of a God." He felt no qualms in divulging his personal deified view of himself to someone such as Hojo - he would most likely meet his demise by Sephiroth's hands in the fullness of time, and there was nothing he could do with the knowledge other than spread it - which would only aid him in his plans.

Why, oh why, did he seem to attract all the crazy ones? Hojo moved to the side a little, inching out from between the tall man and the bench.

"I don't recognize you," he confermed, more nervous than he should have been by all means. He hadn't been threatened, though the silver-haired person looked more than a little irritated with him. Maybe he and the strange black-haired man from earlier knew each other. "I've never seen you before in my life."

Now this was strange behaviour. He didn't recognise him at all? Sephiroth knew that his appeareance had shifted slightly, but he was the same being underneath the slightly-longer hair and the thin, almost invisible seared 'tattoos' across his chest. He raised a tapered eyebrow delicately as the thin man tried to back away subtly.

Sephiroth's arm shot out faster than he had almost intended to, catching Hojo by the fabric at his shoulder and jerking him back rudely. His fist tightened on the fabric, leather gloves creaking with the strain.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me that you have no recollection of this face.. This face that you created, the face of a tool you intended to use to your advantage.." He hissed, a trace of malice in his voice shrouded still by sickly sweet tones and that slight almost-smile that still hung around his lips.

Hojo made a strange noise, something like a yelp as he was jerked forward, stumbling a little. Well, that explained the nervousness from before, though by now he could hear his heart pounding in his ears. He was thinking, trying to figure out what he had with him that he could use of he needed to escape.

There was the penknife in his back pocket, the two-inch blade nothing next to what he didn't recognize as the Masamune, but it might be enough to buy him time to run if he had to. There were a couple materia in his bag that he'd been holding on to for someone else in the lab, just basic spells that probably would do little good. Besides, they weren't within reach at the moment.

"Look, I don't know who you are or why you know my name but I haven't done anything to you," he said, a little too fast and high-pitched to be casual but that was to be expected. He was pulling backward, just enough to be registered as resistance but not so much that he'd fall over if his shirt was released.

Sephiroth's fist tightened still more on the fabric of Hojo's clothes, and a dark look spread across his features for a moment. Then, it was gone; replaced once more by a serene mask. He released the scientist roughly, pushing him backwards slightly as he did so, intending him to stumble.

The way in which Hojo was backing out of this was aggravating the silver-haired man. Either he was bluffing very accurately, or he really didn't recognise his protege. His clear eyes appraised the scientist carefully, lingering again on the difference in appearance. He did seem considerably younger than before.. Could it be that this was a previous incarnation of the person who would become that corrupt, twisted person he had known? He made his decision quickly and shrewdly.

"Never matter.." He said, one hand held palm up with the fingers spread as though in light conversation with a good friend or acquaintance. It wouldn't be good to let Hojo get away from him, for now. Sephiroth didn't know how much he knew, if he even knew why he came to be in this place. In any case, he was a possible threat left to his own devices. "You look lost.. Perhaps I should accompany you to your destination?" He asked, his genuine-looking smile appearing somehow.. wrong.. on his sharp features. "Being lost is akin to being vulnerable in a place such as this."

He honestly didn't know how Hojo would react to this proposal, but he didn't intend to let the scrawny scientist get away from him.

Hojo did stumble, regaining his balance rather clumsily but still managing to do so before he fell over. "Uh, n-no, that's all right," he said, taking his bag and pulling out the odd square he'd been handed earlier. "I've got a map, I'm not lost." He held up the square quickly.

He really did want to get away from this person (http://s36.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3MGPR2DTBUI4K3PCIEYF3YIAEX) as fast as possible but he was wary of just turning and leaving, and rightfully so. He backed up a couple more steps, trying to at least put some distance between them.

Sephiroth chose to ignore Hojo's dismissal. His eyes noted the small square that had appeared in the scientist's hands with interest. His fingers tightened around the obsidian-black square of his own that had been thrust into his hands as he entered the Niflheim gate.

"You may not be lost, but you don't know where you are." He said simply, moving closer so that he could observe the device in Hojo's hands. He had been intending to dispose of the black square as soon as he had finished his exploration of the city, but if Hojo had one then perhaps he should hold onto it for now.. He hadn't looked at it, didn't know what it was or what it was capable of doing. It always paid to be cautious.

Hojo responded by backing up further, moving off to the side so he wouldn't end up against a wall. He dropped his own device back into his bag as he backed away.

"Yes, but, I, uh, I was on my way to find out," he said. He'd seen a library on his map and if there was information anywhere it'd be there. Though, to be honest, he'd been surprised the city had one at all. "I guess... I guess you can come if you want, but it'll be boring."

Sephiroth smiled again, the corners of his mouth turning up into something that wasn't quite friendly, but wasn't quite wicked either. "I'm sure it will prove to be fascinating." He murmured, noting the little map displayed on the electronic device. That would come in useful, later.

He adjusted Masamune in its horizontal sheath, letting it hang comfortably off his hips in a wide arc, and set off with Hojo beside him, trying to temper his long strides to match the shorter ones of his 'comrade'.

Well, at least he wasn't being followed. That would have been infinitely more uncomfortable. His heart still pounding in his chest, he started walking again, pulling out his journal so he could look at the map. The library was north of here... Hojo tried not to glance at the taller man every few seconds as they headed off again.

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zomg sephy is skeery :o

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