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paixaorpg2007-10-23 05:08 am
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The beginning...
Character(s): Sephiroth, Resistance members
Content: The plot thickens!
Setting: An abandoned warehouse
Time: Midnight
Warnings: Plotting, cursing likely, fighting possible. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
The scene: A smallish empty warehouse, no larger than a hangar for a two-seat aircraft. Several small, empty crates, loose boards, and other such detritus have been arranged into passable, if slightly uncomfortable, seating. At the center of the room stands a small table with a projector, of the sort one might see in a classroom. There is a small bucket with many different colored markers sitting nearby, along with what looks to be a barstool.
Standing by that projector, waiting, Sephiroth watched the entrance. The windows had long since been covered, presumably by the gypsies, and there was a large screen at the open end of the room.
Gone was the easygoing man who had so easily handed over his sword at the fairground gate. There was nothing easy in the rigid military stance, the hard-set, glowing, glacial eyes, or that scowl. This was the precursor, if he was right, to war.
And a general is never easygoing in front of the troops.
A signal had been sent out to those he had spoken to, and those who were deemed trustworthy enough to know of this meeting. He was expecting quite an unique group, one which would necessarily be sworn to the highest secrecy.
There would, inevitably, be loose lips. He knew and expected this.
The question was, would his countermeasures be enough? There were four distinct seating areas, and... well, to say more would give away the game.
Sephiroth stood, and waited. The appointed hour drew near.
Content: The plot thickens!
Setting: An abandoned warehouse
Time: Midnight
Warnings: Plotting, cursing likely, fighting possible. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
The scene: A smallish empty warehouse, no larger than a hangar for a two-seat aircraft. Several small, empty crates, loose boards, and other such detritus have been arranged into passable, if slightly uncomfortable, seating. At the center of the room stands a small table with a projector, of the sort one might see in a classroom. There is a small bucket with many different colored markers sitting nearby, along with what looks to be a barstool.
Standing by that projector, waiting, Sephiroth watched the entrance. The windows had long since been covered, presumably by the gypsies, and there was a large screen at the open end of the room.
Gone was the easygoing man who had so easily handed over his sword at the fairground gate. There was nothing easy in the rigid military stance, the hard-set, glowing, glacial eyes, or that scowl. This was the precursor, if he was right, to war.
And a general is never easygoing in front of the troops.
A signal had been sent out to those he had spoken to, and those who were deemed trustworthy enough to know of this meeting. He was expecting quite an unique group, one which would necessarily be sworn to the highest secrecy.
There would, inevitably, be loose lips. He knew and expected this.
The question was, would his countermeasures be enough? There were four distinct seating areas, and... well, to say more would give away the game.
Sephiroth stood, and waited. The appointed hour drew near.
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I AM SORRY, he continued, pulling his journal from his robe and holding it pensively in his hand. THE DISCWORLD IS NOT QUITE THIS ADVANCED WHEN IT COMES TO TECHNOLOGY, AND I AM STILL GETTING USED TO IT. PERHAPS YOU KNOW OF A WAY TO MAKE IT MORE SECURE?
AND I AM AFRAID I KNOW NO MORE THAN YOU DO. It was a simple statement of fact, soon to be remedied if Death had anything to say about it. I WAS UNFORTUNATE ENOUGH TO MEET THREE OF THEM IN BATTLE. ONE HAD THE POWER TO CONTROL PLANTS AND ANOTHER WATER, BUT I DID NOT KNOW WHO, AS THEIR HOODS WERE UP.
I ALSO MET LARXENE FACE TO FACE, he continued. That had been a scant three days ago. HER CONTROL IS OVER LIGHTENING, AND I WOULD NOT RECOMMEND FACING HER IN BATTLE.
I AM AFRAID THAT IS ALL I HAVE, he finished. HAVE YOU BEEN ABLE TO GATHER ANY MORE INFORMATION?
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Rolling a kink from his shoulders, Sephiroth propped one leg on the stool's crossbar. "No one seems to know more than a bare scattering of details about these people. Even those who have compiled data on the message boards seem to be lacking a great deal."
At the comment about not recommending facing Larxene in battle, Sephiroth gave a very slightly nasty smile. "I make it a habit to overestimate my foes - and to make -them- underestimate -me-." Knowing the primary element of a person who used elemental based attacks was akin to giving oneself complete immunity, where he came from. Added Effect materia coupled with the respective element - or in his case, a Master Element - materia would give him a definite edge.
"For the moment, nothing more than before. As was said before - I have been unable to move freely for fear of discovery. That has changed now." And woe betide the Organization.
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He rose and crossed the room, heading back towards the door and looking out through it, searching for movement, should there be any. WE KNOW TWELVE NAMES AND THREE POWERS, he commented. SCANT FEW EVEN KNOW THE FACES OF THE DIFFERENT MEMBERS. Satisfied, his gaze returned to Sephiroth. THOSE WHO WERE KIDNAPPED LIKELY KNOW MORE IN THAT RESPECT THAN ANYBODY ELSE. PERHAPS THEY WILL BE WILLING TO HELP US TONIGHT. Provided they were coming, of course.
A GOOD HABIT. Death crossed back to Sephiroth, taking his seat once again. AND A MISTAKE I WILL NOT SOON MAKE AGAIN. Remnants of cold fury pushed through the words. He had been confident in his own abilities, failing to take into account that simply because nobody had ever stood against his scythe before didn't mean nobody ever would. He had barely been able to keep up with Larxene, and somehow he couldn't stop her torturing a young girl in front of him. It would not, he vowed, happen again.
PUTTING YOURSELF IN PLAIN SIGHT ALSO PUTS YOU IN DANGER, was Death's warning - though he wasn't sure Sephiroth would need it. AFTER ALL, LAHARL WAS OFTEN IN THE PUBLIC EYE, AND LITTLE GOOD HAS BEFALLEN HIM RECENTLY.
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"Perhaps. I should hope they will at least be willing to disclose what in particular was done to them. That could give us a greater idea of what we are dealing with," he said, folding his arms.
If he were to have been completely truthful, Sephiroth would have to have admitted that he was worried. The opposition held most of the cards, information-wise. There were powerful people on this side of the field - some of the most powerful individuals he had ever seen - but...
How can you fight a war against an oppositional force you cannot locate, without causing a degree of collateral damage to civilians that would be unforgivable? In an arena as enclosed as this city, it was impossible.
They had to draw their foes into the open.
And the only open ground he had yet seen was outside the domes - a place where people were normally forbidden to go.
A plan began to formulate in the silver haired general's mind. He had tried many times, covertly, to leave the city. Nothing could scratch those domes though. But he had never yet seen the gates close...
Perhaps the simple solution would work.
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THEY MAY NOT BE WILLING TO TALK, he commented. He'd not had too much experience with human nature, but this much he knew. IT WILL MOST LIKELY BE PAINFUL FOR ALL INVOLVED, AND THEY MAY NOT WISH TO RELIVE IT.
Having seen Vetinari at work, Death could recognize the makings of a plot. I ASSUME YOU HAVE SOMETHING IN MIND.
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"It wouldn't surprise me if they are responsible for it. I was thinking along the same line," he admitted with a very slightly wry look.
"As for their willingness to talk... I won't force them, if they don't, but I hope they will. If not now, then at some later point."