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Not Exactly a Blaze of Glory [Closed]
Character(s): Jenova, Loz
Content: Entering the city, and a family reunion.
Setting: Muspelheim.
Time: Wednesday morning.
Warnings: ...alien boobies?
Three unsuccessful attempts to destroy a world were simply embarrassing, she thought vaguely as she returned to awareness. This time it would take her decades at least to regain her strength, if she was ever able to again-- It was only when she shifted slightly, wincing at a rock digging into her back, that she realized she was no longer a consciousness stretched over a handful of scattered cells, but contained in one physical vessel once more. A very human body, admittedly, she thought, flexing blue-tinged fingers, but it was an improvement, however it had occurred.
She instinctively reached out to sense where the Lifestream should have pulsed at the heart of the planet, and felt-- nothing. A moment's examination was enough to discover that this was not the world she had grown accustomed to, or indeed anything like any of the planets she had encountered in her long existence.
This felt... artificial, constructed. Jenova could sense the imprint of another power on it, though she could determine nothing of its nature or intentions. The matter would require further investigation.
She rose to her feet slowly, unused to a proper body after all this time. Not far away there was a milling crowd of people –- she grimaced imperceptibly at their presence. A world devoid of sentient life would have been infinitely more relaxing, albeit devoid of such petty amusements as could be gained from toying with her puppets.
Clearly there was nothing here for her in this wasteland. Inside the city, perhaps. Doubtless she would encounter some easily manipulable mind from which she could obtain more data on this place. And possibly a coat, she thought, her body shivering as a cold wind swept past her. How very strange that this place should leave her subject to such petty mortal concerns.
She turned towards the fiery gates, feeling faint amusement at their pathetic grandiosity. It was always the nature of mortal races to build what they imagined to be eternal monuments to their power, and such things were so very easily torn down.
"Ah, excuse me, um, miss," said a girl in the rear of the line as Jenova moved past her, "but I think you should wait in line like everyone else..."
Jenova did not deign to reply, continuing on her way with barely suppressed anger. This was most assuredly not the kind of reception she was accustomed to. To be sure, she had previously entered worlds in a blaze of fiery glory and devastation, but surely she merited some degree of awe even in her lessened state? Instead the members of this disorderly assemblage of humanity were protesting as she swept past them, and some of them ever dared to block her path. When she finally reached the head of the line, the man at the gate barely even looked up as he asked her name, handing her a metallic black book.
Patience, she told herself, taking the machine in case it would prove useful. There would be time enough to show the inhabitants of this world their foolishness in scorning her.
I am the ruiner, she exulted, reaching out to twist the gatekeeper's psyche against itself and leave him a gibbering wreck, the crisis, the cataclysm, Jenova, and I will be your world’s destroyer-- The human’s mind was closed to her, she realized with shock, as though he was not in fact human, not alive, not even organic—
The man's expression remained as bored as ever. "Name, please."
"I am Jenova," she spat, furious at being reduced to a petty vocalization of her glory.
Admittedly, it was not quite so degrading as being carried around in a box by Rufus Shinra, and she had at least escaped the planet where she had been trapped for millennia. This would not be the first time she had been forced to blend in with a world’s populace. It would only be until she understood what this place was, where nothing was alive and the people had minds like mirrored glass that she could not see inside however fiercely she struggled.
Searching for anyone nearby who was truly human and not one of the strange light-minded things, she started as she felt a familiar consciousness. The presence of her oldest and most brilliant child was by far the most surprising thing she had encountered in the world. Reaching further, she encountered her three younger children as well, who had recently failed so abysmally in their duty. They should not have been able to exist simultaneously with the greater one who they were merely fragments of, but she had encountered myriad anomalies already.
Smiling at the prospect of no longer being alone and cold, she reached into her childrens' minds and called for a Reunion.
Content: Entering the city, and a family reunion.
Setting: Muspelheim.
Time: Wednesday morning.
Warnings: ...alien boobies?
Three unsuccessful attempts to destroy a world were simply embarrassing, she thought vaguely as she returned to awareness. This time it would take her decades at least to regain her strength, if she was ever able to again-- It was only when she shifted slightly, wincing at a rock digging into her back, that she realized she was no longer a consciousness stretched over a handful of scattered cells, but contained in one physical vessel once more. A very human body, admittedly, she thought, flexing blue-tinged fingers, but it was an improvement, however it had occurred.
She instinctively reached out to sense where the Lifestream should have pulsed at the heart of the planet, and felt-- nothing. A moment's examination was enough to discover that this was not the world she had grown accustomed to, or indeed anything like any of the planets she had encountered in her long existence.
This felt... artificial, constructed. Jenova could sense the imprint of another power on it, though she could determine nothing of its nature or intentions. The matter would require further investigation.
She rose to her feet slowly, unused to a proper body after all this time. Not far away there was a milling crowd of people –- she grimaced imperceptibly at their presence. A world devoid of sentient life would have been infinitely more relaxing, albeit devoid of such petty amusements as could be gained from toying with her puppets.
Clearly there was nothing here for her in this wasteland. Inside the city, perhaps. Doubtless she would encounter some easily manipulable mind from which she could obtain more data on this place. And possibly a coat, she thought, her body shivering as a cold wind swept past her. How very strange that this place should leave her subject to such petty mortal concerns.
She turned towards the fiery gates, feeling faint amusement at their pathetic grandiosity. It was always the nature of mortal races to build what they imagined to be eternal monuments to their power, and such things were so very easily torn down.
"Ah, excuse me, um, miss," said a girl in the rear of the line as Jenova moved past her, "but I think you should wait in line like everyone else..."
Jenova did not deign to reply, continuing on her way with barely suppressed anger. This was most assuredly not the kind of reception she was accustomed to. To be sure, she had previously entered worlds in a blaze of fiery glory and devastation, but surely she merited some degree of awe even in her lessened state? Instead the members of this disorderly assemblage of humanity were protesting as she swept past them, and some of them ever dared to block her path. When she finally reached the head of the line, the man at the gate barely even looked up as he asked her name, handing her a metallic black book.
Patience, she told herself, taking the machine in case it would prove useful. There would be time enough to show the inhabitants of this world their foolishness in scorning her.
I am the ruiner, she exulted, reaching out to twist the gatekeeper's psyche against itself and leave him a gibbering wreck, the crisis, the cataclysm, Jenova, and I will be your world’s destroyer-- The human’s mind was closed to her, she realized with shock, as though he was not in fact human, not alive, not even organic—
The man's expression remained as bored as ever. "Name, please."
"I am Jenova," she spat, furious at being reduced to a petty vocalization of her glory.
Admittedly, it was not quite so degrading as being carried around in a box by Rufus Shinra, and she had at least escaped the planet where she had been trapped for millennia. This would not be the first time she had been forced to blend in with a world’s populace. It would only be until she understood what this place was, where nothing was alive and the people had minds like mirrored glass that she could not see inside however fiercely she struggled.
Searching for anyone nearby who was truly human and not one of the strange light-minded things, she started as she felt a familiar consciousness. The presence of her oldest and most brilliant child was by far the most surprising thing she had encountered in the world. Reaching further, she encountered her three younger children as well, who had recently failed so abysmally in their duty. They should not have been able to exist simultaneously with the greater one who they were merely fragments of, but she had encountered myriad anomalies already.
Smiling at the prospect of no longer being alone and cold, she reached into her childrens' minds and called for a Reunion.
no subject
She sensed Loz as soon as he appeared, though he seemed too afraid to approach her. Not the brightest of her children, to be sure, but he was strong, and his loyalty and devotion were unquestionable. In any case, she was around to do whatever thinking was required.
It was strange, though, that his brothers weren't with him. Three fragments of one soul as they were, she had not expected them to be so easily separated. If someone here was interfering with her children, she would be most displeased.
"It's all right, Loz," Jenova said reassuringly when he continued to hang back. "Mother needs you."