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paixaorpg2006-03-14 06:57 pm
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A Little Less Conversation [ Aim Log ]
Characters: Vincent Valentine and Sephiroth
Setting: Inside the hotel near where Sephy killed a bunch of people.
Summary: Sepiroth believes Vincent can give him some information so he takes the raven haired man to a hotel tohave hot sex talk.
Warnings: Blood. No sex. >.>
Sephiroth turned back to Vincent when the last of the straggling bystanders slipped away, throwing back fearful glances at the two men still standing amidst the carnage. He glanced over the other's dishevelled state preremptorially - he didn't want to stop now, not now.. But the other was clearly in no condition to move on just yet. It wasn't that he cared for Vincent's well-being; there was no sense in breaking a tool that you can use to aid you.
He cast a skeptical eye over the hotel nearby - it looked upmarket but not so much so that the two would be turned away at the door for their less-than-immaculate state.
"Perhaps we had better go somewhere out of centre stage and you had better tell me what you know about this place, and how you came to be here." He said bluntly, flicking what blood was left on his sword to the already saturated floor beneath his feet and re sheathing it at his hip.
Lifting his head slowly, black strands of hair covered just enough of his face that only his tired eyes showed through. His back was slightly hunched over, clothes still barely hanging on to his frame. Vincent tosses his hair back, taking a few deep breaths.
"I don't know much," he said weakly, "but I'll tell you what I know." Vincent's mind somehow blocked out the image of the blood on Sephiroth's sword, but later on when he came to, would remember the sickening smell that was in the air.
It was all a matter of how he ignored certain aspects; his body, mind and soul all focused on one image, one thing: Lucrecia. The beautiful woman that haunted Vincent every moment of his wretched life was the only thing he cared for. And so he nodded, following Sephiroth, taking short slow steps.
Sephiroth tried to keep his usually long strides slower for Vincent's sake, but still put some distance between them as he walked the few yards to the entrance of the hotel. He was greeted by a slightly perplexed looking porter, who looked the two up and down before managing a more dignified expression and waving them through.
"I need a room." He said commandingly. "Only for a couple of hours, no more." The woman behind the counter smiled a little falteringly, taking in his blood-spattered disposition and the larger than average sword swinging slightly where it was sheathed behind him. She glanced at the rack of keys behind her and handed him one.
"Number 30.. Straight up the stairs and on your left.." She said in a small voice as he took the key. Sephiroth swivelled around to make sure Vincent was still with him before making his way to the sparse but comfortable room and reclining thoughtfully in one of the spartan chairs, waiting for his companion to settle down.
Vincent followed like an obiedant puppy, and even got a strange look from the woman, a look that wonder if he was right in his mind. Which of course the answer was no. He was very messed up, but that's an entirely new discussion. Following Sephiroth, Vincent wondered how he would look if instead of Hojo, he was the father. When they finally made it to the room his train of thought was broken as he looked around the room. Noticing Sephiroth sitting down, Vincent sat on the edge of the bed.
Resting his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands, he stared at the ground. His hair once again covered his face, hanging down halfway to the floor. After a while Vincent spoke without looking up.
"What do you want from me?" he asked, then became quiet.
Sephiroth smiled, his hands clasped in front of him, one leg across the other knee as he reclined easily in the chair facing the bed. "A better question is, what do you want from me?" He asked tritely, one eyebrow raised. "But it's not of import.." He said suddenly, dismissing it with a wave of one hand. "The only way to get what you want is to assist me. By birthright I was to become one with the planet, and I thought it had once been robbed of me. But I was wrong. And I learned, once there, how to manipulate the Lifestream and all of the knowledge and power it contained." He trailed off for a moment, glancing out of the window with his cold, clear eyes. He brushed a stray strand of hair from his face idly.
"However. I came to be here, where there seems to be no such thing as the Lifestream." He laughed bitterly, then, a sudden sound that almost startled himself. "Imagine such a thing, if you can! No Lifestream! No cycle! No interwoven, interconnected web of consciousness, no stream of power and knowledge.. Nothing."
"What I need from you is to help me find what there IS, here, in its place. You're not a stupid man. You will know that there is always some governing power, some source of life and light, knowledge and power, that precedes and succeeds every world. If I am to be reunited with this source, I can find your precious Lucrecia." He finished, fingers steepled in a thoughtful pose.
With his head still hung in despair, Vincent hardly listened. Hell, before Sephiroth spoke his last word he would most likely have forgotten everything that came before it. Yet, when those four syllables came from the silver haired general, Vincent instantly picked his head up, a new sort of energy coming over him.
"You will find her for me?" he asked, hoping Sephiroth wasn't lying. If he was he would have been very angry.
"Source of power?" he thought the question over and over in his mind. Remembering things he had read in the journal. Those people, The Organization, they seemed to know what was going on the best. They would definitely be a place to start.
Sephiroth cocked his head to the side slightly, observing the dishevelled, raven-haired man. "What brought you to this place? And what do you know about it?" He asked, suddenly. His temporary despair and madness at his situation had made him forget that he still knew little to nothing about these things, and no one else he had thus far met had known any more than he.
Vincent curled his mouth to the side, sighing softly. Then he shook his head.
"I don't know anything. Just like everyone else here," he stated. "I remember being in a coffin, then woke up here." Vincent opened his claw and closed it, thinking of Hojo and the things he still wanted to do to him. "I think there are some people who might know," he said after a while, trying to please the only one who could find her.
One eyebrow raised, Sephiroth kept his unwavering gaze upon the other man. "Such as?" He enquired genially. He filed away the other information in his mind carefully, watching Vincent's unconscious reactions to the tidbits he was giving.
Vincent scratched his head for a moment, trying to articulate his answer before spilling out useless information. The sword and the blood told him that Sephiroth would most likely not take kindly to wrong answers.
"I think its called, "The Organization,"" Vincent said, nodding. "They don't seem to be at all out of place like everyone else. I'm sure they could tell us something." He said us, but for the most part meant, you so you can find my lost girlfriend.
Sephiroth considered this new piece of information calculatingly. "I see.." he said after a moment. This didn't sound all too unlike the ShinRa Company - a faceless 'organisation' who seem to know more than they let on, hmm?
He nodded, finally. "And have you encountered anything else strange since you've been here?" He asked, feeling not unlike some bizarre therapist at this particular moment. "Anything that connects these strangely lifeless citizens together?" He put a hand to his pocket then, remembering the strange device he had been given upon his arrival here. He still had not looked at it properly.
Anything else strange? There was a lot to explain to Sephiroth. He talked about the Lumens, the domes, the fake plants that looked like jewels, ALL money was accepted, and then brought up the journals.
"These journals connect with everyone in the city it seems. And the "Organization" also seems to have journals as well," he explained, now tired again from all the talking. After a while he thought of something else.
"Hojo is here too," he stated finally, grinding his teeth.
Sephiroth nodded calmly, his outer façade blithely betraying his churning thoughts within. "I am aware of that. I bumped into him during my first few hours here." He said smoothly. "In fact.. From what you've mentioned to me of the Organisation, I think I have already met one of them.. He refused to give me his name, and seemed studious though not akin to Hojo. He seemed more like he was someone determinedly digging for something in particular than a researcher like Hojo thirsting after any and all knowledge."
He tapped a slender finger to his chin thoughtfully. "These.. Lumens." He said finally. "And the Organisation. These should be the first places we start." He said finally. "There's something unusual tied up between both of them and this place."
Though Sephiroth was not the kind of person to share his personal thoughts with another, he continued to keep up the feeling that the two were 'partnered' on this. He would have operated on a merely need-to-know basis - by which, no one other than him needed to know any details of his mission - but for the fact that right now Vincent needed someone to trust. And anyone, judging by the way in which he clung to a former-enemy that had still not proved his altruism.
It was late. And Vincent was tired from the beast inside him, and Sephiroth probably wasn't tired at all. After some more conversation Vincent took up a sitting position against the foot of the bed, sitting on the ground to leave the bed for Sephiroth. Within minutes he was asleep.
Setting: Inside the hotel near where Sephy killed a bunch of people.
Summary: Sepiroth believes Vincent can give him some information so he takes the raven haired man to a hotel to
Warnings: Blood. No sex. >.>
Sephiroth turned back to Vincent when the last of the straggling bystanders slipped away, throwing back fearful glances at the two men still standing amidst the carnage. He glanced over the other's dishevelled state preremptorially - he didn't want to stop now, not now.. But the other was clearly in no condition to move on just yet. It wasn't that he cared for Vincent's well-being; there was no sense in breaking a tool that you can use to aid you.
He cast a skeptical eye over the hotel nearby - it looked upmarket but not so much so that the two would be turned away at the door for their less-than-immaculate state.
"Perhaps we had better go somewhere out of centre stage and you had better tell me what you know about this place, and how you came to be here." He said bluntly, flicking what blood was left on his sword to the already saturated floor beneath his feet and re sheathing it at his hip.
Lifting his head slowly, black strands of hair covered just enough of his face that only his tired eyes showed through. His back was slightly hunched over, clothes still barely hanging on to his frame. Vincent tosses his hair back, taking a few deep breaths.
"I don't know much," he said weakly, "but I'll tell you what I know." Vincent's mind somehow blocked out the image of the blood on Sephiroth's sword, but later on when he came to, would remember the sickening smell that was in the air.
It was all a matter of how he ignored certain aspects; his body, mind and soul all focused on one image, one thing: Lucrecia. The beautiful woman that haunted Vincent every moment of his wretched life was the only thing he cared for. And so he nodded, following Sephiroth, taking short slow steps.
Sephiroth tried to keep his usually long strides slower for Vincent's sake, but still put some distance between them as he walked the few yards to the entrance of the hotel. He was greeted by a slightly perplexed looking porter, who looked the two up and down before managing a more dignified expression and waving them through.
"I need a room." He said commandingly. "Only for a couple of hours, no more." The woman behind the counter smiled a little falteringly, taking in his blood-spattered disposition and the larger than average sword swinging slightly where it was sheathed behind him. She glanced at the rack of keys behind her and handed him one.
"Number 30.. Straight up the stairs and on your left.." She said in a small voice as he took the key. Sephiroth swivelled around to make sure Vincent was still with him before making his way to the sparse but comfortable room and reclining thoughtfully in one of the spartan chairs, waiting for his companion to settle down.
Vincent followed like an obiedant puppy, and even got a strange look from the woman, a look that wonder if he was right in his mind. Which of course the answer was no. He was very messed up, but that's an entirely new discussion. Following Sephiroth, Vincent wondered how he would look if instead of Hojo, he was the father. When they finally made it to the room his train of thought was broken as he looked around the room. Noticing Sephiroth sitting down, Vincent sat on the edge of the bed.
Resting his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands, he stared at the ground. His hair once again covered his face, hanging down halfway to the floor. After a while Vincent spoke without looking up.
"What do you want from me?" he asked, then became quiet.
Sephiroth smiled, his hands clasped in front of him, one leg across the other knee as he reclined easily in the chair facing the bed. "A better question is, what do you want from me?" He asked tritely, one eyebrow raised. "But it's not of import.." He said suddenly, dismissing it with a wave of one hand. "The only way to get what you want is to assist me. By birthright I was to become one with the planet, and I thought it had once been robbed of me. But I was wrong. And I learned, once there, how to manipulate the Lifestream and all of the knowledge and power it contained." He trailed off for a moment, glancing out of the window with his cold, clear eyes. He brushed a stray strand of hair from his face idly.
"However. I came to be here, where there seems to be no such thing as the Lifestream." He laughed bitterly, then, a sudden sound that almost startled himself. "Imagine such a thing, if you can! No Lifestream! No cycle! No interwoven, interconnected web of consciousness, no stream of power and knowledge.. Nothing."
"What I need from you is to help me find what there IS, here, in its place. You're not a stupid man. You will know that there is always some governing power, some source of life and light, knowledge and power, that precedes and succeeds every world. If I am to be reunited with this source, I can find your precious Lucrecia." He finished, fingers steepled in a thoughtful pose.
With his head still hung in despair, Vincent hardly listened. Hell, before Sephiroth spoke his last word he would most likely have forgotten everything that came before it. Yet, when those four syllables came from the silver haired general, Vincent instantly picked his head up, a new sort of energy coming over him.
"You will find her for me?" he asked, hoping Sephiroth wasn't lying. If he was he would have been very angry.
"Source of power?" he thought the question over and over in his mind. Remembering things he had read in the journal. Those people, The Organization, they seemed to know what was going on the best. They would definitely be a place to start.
Sephiroth cocked his head to the side slightly, observing the dishevelled, raven-haired man. "What brought you to this place? And what do you know about it?" He asked, suddenly. His temporary despair and madness at his situation had made him forget that he still knew little to nothing about these things, and no one else he had thus far met had known any more than he.
Vincent curled his mouth to the side, sighing softly. Then he shook his head.
"I don't know anything. Just like everyone else here," he stated. "I remember being in a coffin, then woke up here." Vincent opened his claw and closed it, thinking of Hojo and the things he still wanted to do to him. "I think there are some people who might know," he said after a while, trying to please the only one who could find her.
One eyebrow raised, Sephiroth kept his unwavering gaze upon the other man. "Such as?" He enquired genially. He filed away the other information in his mind carefully, watching Vincent's unconscious reactions to the tidbits he was giving.
Vincent scratched his head for a moment, trying to articulate his answer before spilling out useless information. The sword and the blood told him that Sephiroth would most likely not take kindly to wrong answers.
"I think its called, "The Organization,"" Vincent said, nodding. "They don't seem to be at all out of place like everyone else. I'm sure they could tell us something." He said us, but for the most part meant, you so you can find my lost girlfriend.
Sephiroth considered this new piece of information calculatingly. "I see.." he said after a moment. This didn't sound all too unlike the ShinRa Company - a faceless 'organisation' who seem to know more than they let on, hmm?
He nodded, finally. "And have you encountered anything else strange since you've been here?" He asked, feeling not unlike some bizarre therapist at this particular moment. "Anything that connects these strangely lifeless citizens together?" He put a hand to his pocket then, remembering the strange device he had been given upon his arrival here. He still had not looked at it properly.
Anything else strange? There was a lot to explain to Sephiroth. He talked about the Lumens, the domes, the fake plants that looked like jewels, ALL money was accepted, and then brought up the journals.
"These journals connect with everyone in the city it seems. And the "Organization" also seems to have journals as well," he explained, now tired again from all the talking. After a while he thought of something else.
"Hojo is here too," he stated finally, grinding his teeth.
Sephiroth nodded calmly, his outer façade blithely betraying his churning thoughts within. "I am aware of that. I bumped into him during my first few hours here." He said smoothly. "In fact.. From what you've mentioned to me of the Organisation, I think I have already met one of them.. He refused to give me his name, and seemed studious though not akin to Hojo. He seemed more like he was someone determinedly digging for something in particular than a researcher like Hojo thirsting after any and all knowledge."
He tapped a slender finger to his chin thoughtfully. "These.. Lumens." He said finally. "And the Organisation. These should be the first places we start." He said finally. "There's something unusual tied up between both of them and this place."
Though Sephiroth was not the kind of person to share his personal thoughts with another, he continued to keep up the feeling that the two were 'partnered' on this. He would have operated on a merely need-to-know basis - by which, no one other than him needed to know any details of his mission - but for the fact that right now Vincent needed someone to trust. And anyone, judging by the way in which he clung to a former-enemy that had still not proved his altruism.
It was late. And Vincent was tired from the beast inside him, and Sephiroth probably wasn't tired at all. After some more conversation Vincent took up a sitting position against the foot of the bed, sitting on the ground to leave the bed for Sephiroth. Within minutes he was asleep.