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Post by Aeris Gainsborough on Aug 28, 2008 15:48:15 GMT -5
((For the sake of being a little better-sounding, I'm using the more recent forms of spells... Ice3 just doesn't cut it... ))
Aeris was taken aback by the woman's charge from no where... She'd moved where Sephiroth had told her---in the exact way---and was forced right into the face of danger! ...But she was not a stranger to unwelcomed surprises.
"SEPHIROTH!" She yelped as she clutched her rod and threw herself to the side of her opponent's way. "OVER HERE!" She had just a second to pull herself to her feet and run a few feet backwards---trying to aim her spell.
"You'll certainly be sorry if you don't stop this," she muttered with her frost materia in hand and ready to cast. "I don't want to hurt you, but Sephiroth is not as merciful." Finally, she'd found the right moment...
"BLIZZAGA!"
A series of powerful ice shards shot from the sky, hopefully pinning or hitting the girl at least once, but Aeris was not sure...
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Post by kizuna on Aug 28, 2008 20:54:55 GMT -5
"Pssh a little ice wont stop me" she said to the girl, using her intense speed with her rapier she thrusted Athena toward the multiple Ice shards being directed towards her easily chipping them down to size but somehow one of them had gotten through her defense and had stabbed her on the arm. "Ugh...you little..." Kizna started growing more and more angry as her rapier attacks grew faster and faster, if this kept speed kept on contining it would be almost impossiable to see her attacks.
The girl was smart though as she only kept using Ice to keep some more distance from Kizna as she was ready to cast yet another spell no doubt to by some time. Suddenly continous huge blast of thunder blasted upon Kizna barely missing her as she somersaulted back from the lighting strikes. By the way it seems to Kizna it would seem this girl was only useful at casting spells, most likely if she got up close it would be easy...or even better yet if she stopped her casting for just a few moments.
Smiling on Kizna knew just what to do as she put away Athena to use her peacemaker "Fine if you don't wanna fight me up close then die from far away" quickly shotting 5 rounds at her all of which only bounced off as if she had...of coarse she must've casted Barrier, most likely Wall too just to be sure. Kizna knew she was wasting too much time and she knew this was only gonna tire her out so the only way to through her was to get hurt, badly "You know what screw this your mine!" Reaching into her side pockets Kizna took out some normal black gloves and slowly took her time putting them on.
Of coarse the girl wasn't very patient as she cast a fireball which directly hit Kizna cause a great explosion, but out of the smoke Kizna had jumped forward towards her and had kicked multiple times only to be blocked with the womans rod but finally able to land a poweful punch to the girls face knocking her back a few inches but she retaliated with a rod smack upon Kizna arm in the very same place she was struck with the ice shard. Coming for another strike the girl jumped forward but only receive a Jumping roundhouse kick towards her rib area, she quickly recovered by landing on her feet. Kizna only looked on to her and her eyes on innocence, it hurt to see those eyes in which she had seen many times in the past, a past she regreted.
Kizna could feel her pulse racing faster and faster as so did her lust for blood, this had to end or there would be some unneeded casualties.
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Post by Sephiroth on Aug 29, 2008 10:26:37 GMT -5
As soon as he had heard Aeris yell for assistance he rushed back outside to the area he had originally hidden in, only to see the female attacker rushing her in blind bloodlust. His trained senses reacted to the situation immediately, and he too dashed in behind the attack in an attempt to stop her. With all the speed his legs could muster, he sprinted forth right behind her, his sword ready for the piercing blow.
"......."
He had not been fast enough to reach the woman in time, but, much to his approval, Aeris had erected a barrier around herself that had managed to stall the sword's blow just long enough for him to reach his target.
"!!!"
To his slight surprise, the attacker had likely sensed him at the last second, and moved ever so slightly to the right to avoid his sword. Though she failed to avoid the stab, which had implaed her left lung, she managed to avoid the fatal blow that he had aimed to pierce both her spinal cord and heart. Not allowing himself to falter in the slightest by his failure to kill the girl, he side-swiped his sword, slicing through skin and bones as it exited through the left of her body, ripping off a sizeable portion of flesh. Allowing the momentum to guide his movements he spun and landed a hard kick to her right side, sending her careening into the wall of the building he had just exited.
"Foolish woman. Did you honestly think I would be such easy prey?"
He observed her coldly as she coughed up blood from her mouth as well as oozed it out of the left side of her chest. Any average soldier would likely die from the wound, even if they survived the actual infliction of it. No doubt she was suffering immense pain. Taking advantage of her predicament, he carefully searched her for other weapons and equipment, tossing aside each new item he found as she stared at him coldly through unfocused eyes. Satisfied, he stepped back as Aeris walked up behind him.
"It isn't wise to pick losing battles. You shouldn't overestimate your abilities, or underestimate those of your opponent. If you do, this is the result."
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Post by kizuna on Aug 29, 2008 11:29:52 GMT -5
Profusely bleeding from her side her breath became more and more short, her pulse dropping as well as she felt herself getting colder and colder. She knew this was gonna be the end if she didn't do anything quick but its not like her injuries were gonna let her move from her spot, Kizna could only wonder how things had gotten out of hand. Was it that she had made a miscalculation or was it just that she just wasn't ready, whatever the case it had bought her to this conclusion.
She felt herself feeling losing consciousness, a huge grin then appeared upon her face as if she knew this was gonna be the end but at the least she could take one of them with her. Sephiroth and the girl didn't seem to pay anymore attention to her as they slowly walked away thinking she must've been of no threat at her condition, they were on the other hand mistaken. Slowly rising up she felt her ribs cracking and her organs almost ready to burst, she slowly took off her cap which revealed that she had kitty like ears with a silencer pistol which she had saved for troubled times.
Loaded and aimed at Sephiroth, Kizna shouted towards them "Sephiroth Die!!!" firing 5 shots at him but Sephiroth was ready for her. Slight movement and grace he quickly dodged 4 of the bullets but was hit on the side with one, it didnt however stop him in the least, Kizna then tired to fire again but was too late. She had been coldly impaled right in the middle of her chest and had been lifted off the ground, blood had covered his sword as just like when he had killed all of those people, Kizna's blood was now tainted with it. She attempted to struggle but Sephiroth had runout of patience as he choked her, those evil eyes gleaming into her soul as while his huge Masamune was stabbing in deeper into her vital organs.
Eyeswide open, Kizna's last moments were now coming to an end, the show curtain to her life in this world was now coming to a sudden close...
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Post by zeke on Aug 30, 2008 8:58:15 GMT -5
The subject was being wheeled on a gurney to the experiment bay. He was being kept stable by several IV drips and blood transfusions. He would occasionally slip out of unconciousness, only to be quickly sedated again. He was soon in the holding room with the lifts to the holding tanks where the infusions would take place. Two more needles were placed into major veins, and a monitor was strapped around his wrist. His shirt had been taken off long ago to allow the medics to heal his wounds. There were still some huge scars all over him, but he would be fine. He was then lifted into the tank. The fluid had the same density as human flesh, so he was neutrally bouyant in it. The techies began to send infusions of Jenova Cells and Mako down the IV drips, and Zeke’s vital signs began to fluctuate. The pattern suggested rejection of the cells, but the meds knew otherwise. If he had rejected them, it would be violent. He was just floating in his tank, oblivious to the area around him. His body was peaceful. His mind was another story…
Zeke was standing in a desolate wasteland. Around him were the bodies of all he had killed. Before him was a new combatant. A woman. She was made of metal, and her voice was cold. Cold, metallic, and unyielding. She said, ”Who are you, to think you deserve me? Who are you, to try to imitate me? I will tell you who you are. You are a fool.” Zeke did not deny this. He questioned it, wondering why this woman was here, and why he was here, but he did not deny her. Even as she rushed forwards, he stood still. A force unseen and unknown rooted him to the spot. He expected her to hit him, but instead, she slipped through him. She had disappeared, but he heard her icy voice in his head. ”I will always be with you, watching and waiting. Never forget it….”
Zeke woke up in his tank to see medics and techies standing around him in anticipation. He recognized the emblem on their jackets. ShinRa. The mere thought of the name brought disgust to his mind. He screamed inside the tank, which caused alarm in the techs. Thrashing around, he tried to smash the glass holding him in. The techs scrambled for cover and tried to sedate him through the IVs, to no avail. Due to the enormous amount of cells they had given him, he was almost immune to the drugs they pumped into his system. His fists pounded on the glass, and the techs shivered behind their desks, trying to avoid being targeted by the now-deranged man. The glass smashed, letting lose a tidal wave of green liquid. Zeke fell to the floor, and began coughing up the liquid. The techs nervously peered over their desks at the man, and a few pulled out pistols. Zeke’s head snapped up, showing his eyes. They had become slitted, and were now staring vengefully at the scientists. He stood somewhat wobbily, and grabbed the nearest tech by the throat. He lifted the suffocating ShinRa agent into the air, and the rest of them scrambled as fast as they could to get away from him. Once the life had drained from the scientist in his hand, he let him go, the body sprawling to the floor. Zeke began to spasm, and his back began to bulge and stretch. Out of his right shoulder, a deep blue angel’s wing began to grow. Out of his left, a deep blue demonic wing sprouted. He screamed as the terrifying metamorphosis took place, and collapsed to the ground once it was done. Panting heavily, he began to lose conciousness, hearing two voices in his head he had never heard before. One, a deep bass rumble, said, ”Look at this kid. He’s weak. He can’t handle what he’s been given…” He heard another one respond to it, in a higher, tenor register. ”Give him a chance, he’s still getting used to it’s power. Zeke didn’t understand anything that was going on, but it didn’t really matter. His vision swam, and he could make out the outlines of several people standing over him, before he lost conciousness altogether…
The men stood over the experiment. It hadn’t quite been a success, but it wasn’t a total loss. They would use it, but they would keep it under wraps. Deepground would be the perfect place for a top secret experiment to be tested. The body was dragged off to through the complex. The subject was stable enough, but there was still much to be done before he was completely ready… OOC: Since that post was pretty cobbled-together, the experiment he was a part of was basically an extremist SOLDIER-esque transformation. He just developed his Schizophrenia as well. The deep voice was Zane and the other was Blitz.
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Post by zeke on Aug 30, 2008 20:25:06 GMT -5
Zeke awoke in a surprisingly comfortable bed. He sat up, and discovered most of his wounds had healed somewhat. There was still a scar under his left eye, but otherwise, he was better. He stood up, and saw the wings on his back stretched out in front of him. He was initially alarmed, but some force in his mind kept him calm. A man walked in front of him, wearing an odd helmet and armor over black and blue robes. "Ah, you're awake. We've been waiting for you to come to, but we didn't know too much else about you. Why you have wings, for instance. All we know is that you're Zeke Blitzkreig Sturm, aged 19, Wandering Mercenary. Scratch that last bit, you're now a member of DeepGround." "A member of what?" Zeke asked suspiciously, "What the heck's a deepground?" "Deepground is an elite SOLDIER group. We're stationed beneath Reactor Zero, which is obviously where we are right now." "You must be retarded if you think I'm gonna join your friggin' SOLDIER group. I hate ShinRa." "Sucks to be you then, 'cuz if you try to escape, we kill you right now." As the soldier said this Zeke noticed all the soldiers around him leveling guns in his general direction. "You're a real pieca' work. I ain't never workin' for some wads of crap who made my life miserable." "Then you're gonna die." Zeke watched the soldiers around him cocking their guns, and raised his hands in the air. "Ok, fine. You win. What do you want me to do for you idjits?" "First off, put this on." Zeke then noticed he was shirtless. He was wearing some baggy pants he hadn't been wearing in the test tube. There were some boots on his feet with white bands around the top. The boots were black with silver guards and light blue soles. He took the shirt and coat the soldier offered. There were some shoulder plates and other armor that went with it. He noticed it didn't match any other uniforms there in color. His was sliver where theirs would've been dark blue. The light blue stayed the same, and instead of gold, the light blue was there too. Zeke put on the black shirt, an the cloak. There were two belts for his waist, several for the cloak, and some for his arms. He put all the belts on (god, there were a lot), and put on the shoulder plates. They were black, contrasting greatly with his silver uniform. He had some black gloves as well. It fit his old outfit as well. He still looked like a spirit. Now more than ever, thanks to his wings. He didn't put on any of the other armor. It was too bulky. The uniform had obviously been tailored for him, as there were slots in the back for his wings. He slid his sword through the belts. "Ok, I hope you've got some better weapon than this. I see most of you have guns. You got one for me?" His arm came up to catch the assault rifle before the soldier had even thrown it to him. The speed astonished even him. He strapped it across back, and went to look in the mirror. Apart from his wings, the first thing he noticed was that his hair that was normally shaggy, was sticking up on the left side. He went to a sink and tried to wet it down, but no amount of coaxing (a.k.a. soaking it for 5 minutes) would get it to stay down. He turned to the deepground soldiers, and said, "Well... What do I need to do now, your arrogant-ness." The soldier who had given him his stuff chuckled, and said, "Nothing for now. By the way," he said with an odd grin, "Welcome to Deepground."
Zeke heard on a radio reports of Sephiroth wreaking more havoc on people, and then said, "Hey, you guys got a chopper? I need to get somewhere." "Goin' after Sephiroth? Yeah, follow me, and you might wanna watch yourself. Deepground doesn't really associate too much with regular SOLDIERs, so we don't really care about their goings-on." 5 minutes later, Zeke was in the chopper which was lifting off from the ground. He kept hearing faint voices in the back of his mind over the whirling of the blades. They were arguing about something. He put his hand to his forehead, and gazed out to see carnage. "I can get out here, thanks." Before the pilot had time to protest, he had fallen from the plane. His wings were folded to allow him to dive. Using them had become almost natural almost immediately. 50 feet above the ground, he spread them in an arresting motion. He hit the ground next to a girl with cat ears who was bleeding profusely, and being stabbed by Sephiroth. He ran quickly towards the demon and stabbed through Sephiroth's wrist. "Drop the girl, Sephiroth." Their battle had progressed while he had been gone. He looked at the time. It was only about an hour from when he had been mauled. Time had gone by extremely slowly. Odd... Very odd... His perception had slowed exponentially; he saw Sephiroth's head turning in extreme slow motion. There was a horrid look on his face as he dropped Masamune. Zeke removed his sword from the demon's hand, and pulled Masamune out of the cat-girl. He popped a med-capsule for her to chew on, and force-fed it to her. "Get as far away as possible, you hear me? I don't know why you want to kill this man, but-" He was interrupted by Masamune going through his right shoulder. He looked up to see Sephiroth, who said, "I guess you didn't learn your lesson, foolish boy." Zeke stood up, lifting Sephiroth's hand with him, and walked forwards along his blade. He returned the favor with his sword, and pulled out his gun and shot him three times in the chest, before pulling out his blade and walking backwards off Masamune. He said, "I won't try to kill you now. I don't really wanna tangle right now, but anyway. Seeya later." Zeke jumped into the air, soaring away on his wings. He landed on the top of a building, and fired 13 shots in Sephiroth's direction. Then he flew away yet again, soaring through smoke to find the chopper.
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Post by Sephiroth on Aug 30, 2008 22:26:30 GMT -5
Enraged at the fact that he had been injured at such a late stage, he quickly produced his own black angel wing and took flight after the man. The release of his powers also caused his wounds to disappear almost instantaneously, a by-product of the Jenova cells coursing through his veins. After being made a mockery of, he would not stand idly by and allow the man to escape. He could see the man trying to enter a helicopter high above them. He wouldn't give him the chance.
"DIE!"
He released a Focus Slash, the beam that his sword released soared towards the man carrying the female attacker, going for the death blow. The man had seen it a split second before it hit and dodged, but Sephiroth had seen calculated his dodge, and watch with an evil grin on his face as the beam flew into the chopper and sliced it in two straight down the center. As smoke billowed from within the two falling chunks of melting metal, falling at an alarming rate, he made his way up to the man, who was in no position to fight back effectively while carrying the girl.
"You will make a fool of me no longer!"
His rage causing his senses to focus beyond normal, he attacked with precise slashes, each aimed at a vital point of the body, the intent to kill with a single blow obvious in his eyes, which had become blazing mako pools. He appeared as he had all those years ago, when he slew the people of Nibelheim. Yes, he had nearly forgotten. This was the purpose for which he had been created. To be the ultimate SOLDIER, unconquerable in battle. This was the reason for which he lived. And that suited him just fine, he thought, as he managed to remove a sizable chunk of wing, and watched with satisfaction as the man clumsily lost altitude and landed on a nearby rooftop.
"Foolish boy. As I told her, you should not pick losing battles. Especially against enemies who refrain from practicing the concept of mercy."
He lowered himself to the rooftop and spread his wing, allowing it to shimmer in the waning sunlight before causing it to disappear once again. Tired as he had been just an hour ago, the thirst for battle entered his blood once more. Reinvigorated, he prepared himself for another round of bloodshed.
"Come. I will end your life quickly."
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Post by zeke on Aug 30, 2008 23:14:32 GMT -5
Zeke plummeted to the ground after being attacked by Sephiroth. He had not expected him to give chase, given how he had reacted earlier. He dropped the girl, but she got lucky and landed on a building a few feet below her destination. He plummeted about 40 feet and landed on his head, his neck cracking with a sickening noise. His new cells regrew his segment of wing, and realigned his neck. Unfortunately, it wasn't him who made this happen. It was Zane. He tossed the gun aside, and drew his sword. The wings on his back changed to a blood-red color, and so did his eyes. Zane gave Sephiroth an insane grin, before drawing his sword again, and tossing it towards Sephiroth with deadly accuracy. He sped after it, yanking it out of Sephiroth's chest along with slicing a cross and an X on the demon's back, losing him a good two feet of his hair. The cuts were too shallow to do any good damage, but such was life. He had anticipated his second move after the first. This battle would go on for an almost eternal time, as they were both SOLDIERs infused directly with Jenova cells. He had more, which would've compensated for Sephiroth's adaptation-from-birth. Would've. If he had more than a few minutes to get used to them. He would be screwed if the battle lasted. He wasn't worried unduly about Sephiroth, however. It was the scientist, and the girl. He had seen them before. The scientist at that academy, and the girl... where had he seen her before...? He had lost track of the battle in his mullings, however, and caught the blade through his chest. It had missed his heart, but was now lifting him into the air. He merely smiled, and sliced a "Z" on Sephiroth's forehead. Adding insult to Zeke's injury. He continued grinning and sliced his chest, causing him to drop Masamune. Zeke pulled the sword out of his chest, and mocked Sephiroth, waving it in his face. He tossed the sword off the side of the building, stabbing his into the ground. "Let's fight this out. Mano e Mano." He raised his fists and rushed Sephiroth, aiming a kick at his head. He fainted the kick and swiped his other leg at his stomach. He battered the demon with his wings, before realizing it was an afterimage. He saw Sephiroth out of the corner of his eye, rushing him with his own sword. How ironic. He leaned back, using his wings as support against the ground, dodging the stab. He then progressively kicked him up his body, landing the final one on the top of his head. He then leaped off the building after the Masamune, to compensate for his lack of a weapon.
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Post by Sephiroth on Aug 31, 2008 0:14:07 GMT -5
He had never felt so insulted in his life. But, at least the man kept things interesting for him. He hadn't had this much of a challenge in a very long time. It made something unholy in his blood begin to boil. He could sense the Jenova cells flowing in the man's veins, and his Jenova reacted to it as well. Perhaps the man was one of Hojo's experiments? Based on his knowledge of ShinRa's records, he would have to have been somewhere in the range of "III" to "VI". He pushed the irrelavent thought aside and focused on the task at hand. Releasing the full extent of his power, his black angel wing stretched out, and an unholy aura sorrounded it. His wounds once again healed instantaneously, and his silk-like silver hair regrew as well, essentially resetting his original appearance. He looked at the man and drew a sickening smile. Bringing his hand up at his side, he watched the man reach for his Masamune with satisfaction. Just as the man was going to grab it, it dematerialized, and then rematerialized in his hand. Now with two weapons at his disposal, he spoke softly yet powerfully.
"You should not have tossed aside your weapon so easily. Such careless bravado is bound to get you killed in battles for your survival."
All the man had to do was blink for Sephiroth to have the advantage. In the instant that it took the man to blink, he had teleported behind the man and impaled him with his own sword. To further give himself the advantage, he cleanly sliced the sword, breaking it in two pieces, and watched with satisfaction as the hilt end dropped to the ground, with about half of the blade still impaled in the man's back. The man reacted too late and turned to strike him, but he teleported to the air. The man jumped to hit him, and he teleported back the ground a few meters behind the man. The man wasted no time to recover and turned and dashed at him, ready to deliver a powerful punch.
"Foolish boy..."
The punch would normally have been quite damaging, but the full release of his power enhanced each and every one of his abilities sevenfold. Using his fully released strength, speed, and reflexes, he easily caught the man's hand and held it in a vicelike grip. The man struggled to free himself from his grip, and even struck at him a few times, but ultimately failed in producing any effect whatsoever. A slight panic became apparent in the man's eyes, as he slowly came to realize the gravity of the situation he was in, and the danger it posed to his life.
"Well now, let's see just how much of Jenova's blood you have, shall we?"
With a feral grin on his face, he literally began sucking the Jenova cells in the man's body through his hand, and revelled in the feeling of his power growing with each cell he took in, as well as the man's own power falling. After a minute or so of the man struggling, he pulled a desperation move and ignited a high level fire spell under them, forcing him to let go.
"Oh? You had alot more cells in you than I thought. Thank you for the meal."
His expression was now on borderline insanity. It was a face so evil, it would give even combat hardened SOLDIERs nightmares. He was now thoroughly enjoying himself, and he inwardly laughed as he could clearly see the fear begin to cloud the man's eyes. This battle was clearly over, but he wouldn't stop until he had drained every last cell from the man's body.
"Come, my feast has not yet concluded!"
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Post by zeke on Aug 31, 2008 7:25:24 GMT -5
As Zeke had his head handed to him again, he ignored the pain and waited it out. Once he began absorbing his new cells, however, he started to worry. As Sephiroth began to choke him to death Zeke kicked him in the face with more force than a donkey being persuaded with a carrot. He heard several cracking noises and Sephiroth fell over, clutching his nose. Zeke stood up, and coughed up some blood, which was now a sick combination of green and red (OOC: Think trix yogurt two colors) He drew the section of his sword out of his back, and vampiriously licked the blood off of it. He then picked up the hilt, and slammed the pieces together so hard, the metal liquified and solidified back together instantly. His cells had multiplied back at this point, and he picked up a green materia Sephiroth had dropped, and contemplated it for a moment before his hand (free of his own will) absorbed it. He jolted back a bit, but he decided it was a good thing in due course. He picked up two more, these were also green, and did the same with them. All of this done while dodging the sword of a maniac, now pushed to the edge by the insult he was adding to injury. And to further fuel this fire, Blitz came out. (OOC-Blitz is now insane, by the way) His wings fade from red to gold, and Zeke began to laugh. Considering the Joker's, his laugh couldn't compare to Zeke's. The laughter of someone who wants to die but knows that's near impossible. The laughter of a mercenary realizing his target is too much to handle. He stopped laughing, and grinned, pulling out a walkie-talkie. "Hey, Deeps, I'm gonna need you to take someone to a hospital, Sephiroth handed her head to her, and he chopped the first chopper in half... You'd think it would've been the other way around... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-" His laughter was interrupted by Sephiroth stabbing the walkie-talkie out of his hand. Zeke was by no means an accomplished spellcaster, but he had 3 materia embedded in his arm. He felt as if he could do anything. Leaping off the building, he didn't even bother spreading his wings as he screamed, "FIRAGA!!!" An enormous fireball sprung from Zeke's outstretched arm, and struck the demon head on, along with taking a large chunk out of the now burning building. Sephiroth would have no trouble getting off there, but it gave him time for his most absurd plan yet. Even as the demon plummeted towards him, Zeke phazed out of existance, and back into it behind Sephiroth. Before the demon could react, he decided to pay back the favor, and wrapped his wings around Sephiroth, grasping his mouth and neck in his hands. He could see the demon visibly choking, and smiled with deranged glee. Time for the coup de grace. He began to turn in midair, putting the demon closer to the ground than he was. After he had drained about 4/5ths of the man's cells, he smiled an innocent smile, and said, "Byebye." He then tried out his new limit break, Perigrine. He opened his wings, arresting his fall, and threw Sephiroth as hard as he could towards a dual-ended sword stuck in the ground. He was impaled on it straight through the center of his chest. Zeke laughed the same insane laugh as the demon twitched on the blade. He wouldn't be able to get it out of him either. Zeke cast Firaga again, burning the demon once more and melting the blade into a plate on his chest, keeping him from ever removing the sword. With a smile of satisfaction, Zeke flew up to the next waiting chopper to see the girl on an IV drip. This is what he must've looked like earlier. His adrenaline was pumping, and he couldn't wait for another excuse to stab the demon, but now, it would have to wait. He guaranteed that she wouldn't accept deepground as her new occupation. Which is why she wasn't going to Deepground, or ShinRa, or any other corporation, for that matter.
They were going to the Mercenary's sanctum, the Razed Highlands.
Zeke sighed as his wings faded. The Jenova cells were now concentrating on integrating Sephiroth's cells into themselves. He knew Sephiroth would escape the split-second blade trap fairly quickly, if he survived having so many cells taken from him, but he guaranteed that both combatants knew each was a serious threat. He turned to one of the soldiers and asked what kind of materia they had. They showed him several, but two caught his eye. He saw a red one, and a silver one. He picked up the silver materia, and looked it over. It slipped through his palm, and he next picked up a red one. "Ooh, that's the round summon materia, that is," One of the deepground members exclaimed, "It'll summon the Knights of the Round. It's the most powerful summon Materia we know of!" "Really...?" The materia slipped through his palm, and finally, he took one more as a precaution: a purple one that the soldiers told him was a speed+ materia. He sighed, and sat down, waiting for Sephiroth to catch up with the chopper. He sensed the cells finishing integrating the stolen ones from Sephiroth, and he kept his wings repressed to let the cells recuperate after the battle.
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Post by Sephiroth on Aug 31, 2008 10:54:07 GMT -5
Though the man's imitation of his well developed powers caught him by surprise, but things were working out better than he had hoped. Had this man truly been foolish enough to absorb his cells? He apparently did not know that his Jenova cells were...unique. But all the better. He allowed himself to catch a breath as he flew behind the helicopter. He could see the man poke his head out of the chopper, obviously waiting for him to get close enough for an attack. Already having rematerialized his Masamune in it's original form and recovered from all of his injuries, albeit a tad slower than before, he teleported to the inside of the chopper, right in the center of the crew compartment. With the exception of the man, who was looking outside, somewhat surprised at the lack of a target to look at, and the woman, who was unconcious, everyone in the crew compartment stared at him in fear and surprise. He quickly knocked all of the soldiers out of the crew compartment, so that the only ones left were he, the man, and the girl. He heard with satisfaction their death screams, plummetting to the ground. The man turned suddenly.
"Hello. Did you think I would be so easy a target? Did you think your cells would overpower my own? That thought is quite laughable."
The man moved to attack him, but he just focused on the man, and he was frozen. His look of surprise was evident yet again. It probably seemed to the man, that he was 'just full of surprises'.
"Ah. Having trouble moving, are we? I suppose you'd like to know why? Well, you don't appear to be very itelligent, so I'll tell you."
He smirked. This man was very interesting. He changed his overall demeanor quite often during their short fight. Multiple personalities perhaps? It didn't matter to him. It just made him more difficult to predict, but that was half the fun of a battle, wasn't it?
"I've already deduced that you are from the organization known as Deepground. I found out about it rather recently myself from old ShinRa records. Deepground SOLDIERs are all injected with Jenova cells, if I remember correctly, but they are all different kinds of cells, that have mutated differently depending on how much time the user has had them, as well as what stage in life they received them. My cells are unique. Because I received them before my birth, they were naturally accepted into my body. As such, they mutated and matured to such an extent, that they became more powerful than the will of the original Jenova. My cells were hence dubbed 'S Cells', which stands for both 'Sephiroth cells' and 'Super-Jenova cells'."
He could tell the immobolized man wanted him to get the point, but if he rushed the story, it would be hard to understand for one as feeble minded as he.
"My cells thus act uniquely with other Jenova cells. They literally purge and then mutate them into other 'S cells'. What this means to you is that in absorbing my, more powerful 'S cells', have essentially volunteered to become my puppet. As we speak, my cells are taking control of yours at an exponential rate, giving me further control with every passing moment, until your will is removed completely."
He smirked at the man's renewed look of panic. He walked up to the man and with a quick motion, placed his hand on the man's head and squeezed. He reintegrated all of his 'S cells' into his body, which was exponentially larger than before, thanks to their aforementioned method of reproduction. The man was almost completely drained, and it showed as he experienced slight withdrawal symptoms on the ground, although his eyes never left his. He decided to finish the job and absorbed everything that was left. He watched the man's wings disappear. He was now a normal man again, for all intents and purposes.
"You are an excellent fighter, but not a horrible strategist. This is the reason for your loss. I would normally kill you at this point, but I have a feeling you'll be most useful to me in the near future, and so I will spare you."
He was about to leave when he remembered something, and he inspected the man's back, just in between where his wings used to be, and then he proceeded to remove all the materia that had been stolen from him, as well as taking all the other ones the man had...
"Ah, these are some very nice materia. A powerful summon as well. Not such a bad reward for a well fought battle. My thanks to you. Oh yes, and do say hello to Genesis for me. Tell him to send someone more competent next time. I look forward to our next meeting, Number IV."
With that, he used his even further enhanced power and teleported back to the where he had left Hojo and Aeris, leaving what was left in the helicopter's to their own designs. He was very satisfied with this result, as he now had a new objective to pursue. The destruction of Deepground, and the reintegration of it's Jenova cells into himself. He laughed at the thought. It was going to be a good day for him.
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Post by zeke on Aug 31, 2008 11:41:35 GMT -5
Zeke could only watch as Sephiroth drained him of all he had. Or so he thought. Zeke could feel that there were a few cells that had hidden within his own when Sephiroth attacked, but not enough right now for him to continue his fight. He had not heard of anyone called Genesis, but he knew where the demon had gone. He revived all the guards, took some more materia (including more speed+ and all the materia he had had previously), and leaped from the chopper. He drew his katana, and waited. There were now enough cells. His levels had returned to half levels. The demonic wing sprouted from his left shoulder, and he glided back. He had told them to drop the girl at the Razed Highlands, but he wasn't sure if they knew where that was. He'd check back later. He could almost hear a theme in his head as he returned to his suicidal mission. Luckily, Sephiroth had stolen enough of his own unique cells to suffer from the same Schizophrenia that Zeke had and would also suffer from a condition called Ethereal Balancing. Neither would know of the condition, but Zeke's alternate personas would. The gradual siphoning of any Jenova cells the either had that belonged to the other back to the owner. Sephiroth would lose control, and Zeke would regain all his cells. His other wing sprouted without warning, and he got a sudden boost in speed. This insult given to him couldn't wait. He swiped another sword off the ground. He realized his feet had ripped out of his feet in the form of claws. Claws!!! He was mutating in ways very unpleasant. His cells had angered, and were multiplying at an unusually unnatural rate until 50% of his body wasn't even his natural cells. His hands and feet had progressed into claws, his torso covered in scales, his limbs covered in feathers. He had evolved. He stood panting before them, and screeched in a manner similar to a bird of prey. He sped faster than even Sephiroth could see behind Hojo, and put his sword to his neck. The second one pierced Hojo's chest. The wound wasn't fatal, but it would keep him from escaping. "Sephiroth, you are a fool. You left something, and it's angry... Heheh..."[/color] He had progressed to the point now that his face was horribly disfigured. A combination of a demon's and bird's. He lit a ring of fire around them, and summoned the knights, as precautions. "Try to free the man, and both you and he will die. I have questions. Not for Hojo, but for you."[/color] Zeke switched out for Zane, switching the plumage and scales all over his body to red, along with his now double-slitted eyes (pupils look like a cross). "You are a royal fool, Zeke. Sephiroth, you are losing more than you know by taking my cells. You're losing any cell you stole from me, and now, your father is going to die. Slowly and painfully at my hands... HAHAHAHAHAHAAA...[/color] His laugh tapered off, and he pinned Hojo to the ground with the sword already through his chest. He then walked forwards, through the fire, which turned black and followed him in a small, dark halo like ring over his head. He approached Sephiroth and said, arms outstretched, Are you ready to hear what I have to say to you, demon?[/color] In a fit of demonic glee, Zane carved an enormous "Z" on Sephiroth's torso, sealing the contract of Ethereal Balance. The cells flooded back to their respective owners. Zane converted his cells that Sephiroth had made his own back to the "Z-Cells, which further amplified once in his body. He stepped back, and reverted to his mostly human form, with only his wings and double slitted eyes, which were now permanent. "Whoops... Too many cells... From what I can tell... 67% Jenova cells now... Heh... You just screwed me over, Sephiroth. I don't think I can really handle this many. Too bad you can't either." Zane then began a monstrous transformation yet again, leading to him becoming ethereal, and his hair turned completely silver, and loose. It all hung down, making his looks reminicient of Sephiroth's himself. His skin paled to white, his sceleras turning black, and his pupils remaining the color of blood. His hands and feet returned to their clawed state, and his wings lengthened to ten feet each. His sword, which you wouldn't expect to be effected, formed itself into black crystal. It began to exude Mako energy, imitating a materia. "Well... Jenova has graced me with her presence, I think..."[/color] He looked up at Sephiroth, and realized he was laughing. "Graced you with her presence? I can't handle being almost all Jenova? I'll let you in on something, you ignorant weakling, I am almost completely Jenova."[/color] "Well, then, make this interesting." Zeke had taken over again, shoving Zane to the back of his mind. He pulled the stolen sword out of Hojo's back, making sure to cause as much pain as possible, and reduced himself back yet again to his mostly human form, with deep blue wings and eyes of deep purple, being still double-slitted. Retaining the claws on his feet for grip he leaped towards the demon, determined for his final stand to be as grand as possible.
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Post by Sephiroth on Aug 31, 2008 12:45:20 GMT -5
Well, this day just kept getting grander by the second, didn't it? This fool had great power backing him, but his downfall would be his inability to control it. He lost the cells that he had stolen, but that was fine. Both of their cell levels had restored themselves to their original number before the battle, and he was content with that. After all, he had absorbed over 70% of his "mother's" cells long ago, when he fought Cloud and the lot in the Crater...
"Well..."
This man's threats of killing him, or Hojo for that matter, we idle threats. They were immortal, in essense, and any attempt to kill them would only result in their revival, even if it took some time in some cases. Regardless, he wasn't in any mood to travel the Lifestream again, so he once again utilized his teleportation power to appear off to the side, just outside of the man's attacking range, although beast was more appropriate in this case.
"I don't think I have to degrade myself to listening to someone who has trouble controlling the very power within his body. Your multiple personalities is a result of your lack of ability to control your power, as well as your own body rejecting the cells. You may think you are in control of your cells, but are further from the truth than you think. It's quite the opposite, as a matter of fact. The cells are controlling you. At this moment, you are more of a demon than I."
He would not voice it, since he was already tired of speaking to this foolish abomination, but the fact that he was spontaneously transforming into that monster against his will showed quite clearly how little control the man had over his power. He had guessed that the man had received the powers recently. Perhaps he should teach this fool the hard way just how powerless he is. He calmed down considerably, and his calculating mind had once again come into play.
"Let me show you then."
He dashed forth and placed his index finger on the man's forehead, and both of them were instantaneously transported into the man's mind. What he saw there didn't surprise him. There were multiple clones of himself fighting for control. They all turned to him, having just realized his presense.
"You can clearly see now what I am trying to tell you. You beleive I will succumb to the same thing as you, but I conquered that milestone many years ago, in my teen years. All the copies of myself, such as my human self, and the self controlled by Jenova, were once in conflict, just as you are now. With time, as I grew to understand my own power, all of these forces slowly began to meld into the entity you see today."
To show what he meant, he waved his hand, and multiple Sephiroth's emerged from the shadows. They all grabbed for the original, but he just snapped his fingers, and they transformed into a fine black mist, which sorrounded him, and then disappeared into him.
"Before you try to understand the strengths and weaknesses of others, you would do well to understand your own, and how you can compensate for them on the battlefield. Remember, no matter how powerful a warrior is, if he loses control of his power, he will only dig his own grave. I know this from experience, so I can say that with absolute certainty."
Having felt that he had taught the lesson he needed to teach, he found it odd that he was even helping this foolish man, but perhaps it was because he felt some kind of connection to him, having known what he felt like at this very moment, a feeling he had overcome decades ago. He retracted himself from the man's mind, and when he regained control of his physical body, he had noticed that Hojo had taken advantage of his little "mind leap" and removed himself from the blade in his chest. Hojo had walked up beside Aeris, his usual grin plastered on his face, which meant he found this development interesting.
"If you wish to continue this fight, if one can even call it that, then I will be happy to oblige you. I think you know as well as I that you cannot win this battle. I too have a higher form. Multiple forms as a matter of fact, and my higher levels are far beyond your own. If you had any type of control, you would be able to sense that, I'm sure."
He was rambling at this point, giving the man all the hints he needed to know that he should retreat. Although it appeared more certain that he would have to beat that understanding into the man before he would take a hint and retreat.
"Regardless, it's high time we wrap up this show. I have other more important business to attend to."
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Post by kizuna on Aug 31, 2008 13:53:06 GMT -5
Still unconscious Kizna was dreaming about her past as she stood watching herself claim hundreds of lives in the War against Wutai. She was stunned to see how fearful she looks, killing the opposing enemy as well as the weak and helpless draining the blood as she finished them off. She herself had not remembered that day, she did however had multiple nighmares of this day. Then in the bloodshed of this battle an ominous figure appeared in the fire, with long silver hair and a long katana-like weapon it could have been only one person....Sephiroth.
Suddenly she awoke to find herself in a copter, breathing hard she saw she was surrounded by people she had never seen before. At first she tried to get up but one of them insisted she stop moving as she had been badly injured and they had been given strict orders to drop her off at a hospital. She quickly kicked the man in the face sending him to the front of the copter "tell your boss I have no intention for any of your help, I can take care of myself on my own" Kizna then quickly jumped off the copter landing hard of her feet but the strain had taken its toll as she began to bleed again as her chest began to bleed out again. Her left side from the fight with Sephiroth had healed almost completely but she could feel that the impalment had not.
She could not accept this as she still felt as if her mission was not over yet. Just then as she was about to move out she got a call from her employer, quickly answering it "Hey it me, I've realized you have got in a bit of trouble as your heart meter showed that you were just about dead, am I right?" "yes but its nothing I can't handle, I won't be able to bring you Sephiroth's head but I do have some information that will prove useful." Disapointed the man spoke in a faint tone"That's quite alright, anyways you can retreat for now your more useful to me alive then dead, heh and try not to use up all of your 9 lives Kizuna" and with that he hung up.
Angered with that kitty joke she smashed the phone in her hand "Grrr, Im not done just yet though" slightly smiling on she moved on as she knew she had quite a bit of distance to cover and had to make great use of her time. Plus she had to recover her weapons back, especially Athena and that special shinra sniper.
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Post by Hojo on Aug 31, 2008 14:05:40 GMT -5
Hojo watched the development with the same excitement that a child has on Christmas morning. He hadn't seen anything like this for a very long time. Deepground had obviously been working for a very long time on this, but they had neglected to study how to control it.
He didn't even notice the wound on his back healing, and now dissapear completly. All he was thinking now, was that he needed a sample of these so-called "Z-Cells" for further study. His own cells pulsed with excitement, preparing him for the upcoming battle. But first thing was first...
He waited for Sephiroth to enter Zeke's mind, then Hojo pulled out a mako bladed dagger. He sprinted forward, and lept in to the air, using a small boulder as leverage. He landed on Zeke's back and carved a fist-sized lump of flesh out of him. Then he jumped back behind Aeris. He quickly put the living mass of cells in to a clear circle container, which glowed green and melted it leaving only the Z-Cells in their purest form behind. He then stashed the container away in his pants pocket, and grinned. He walked up to Aeris's side just as Sephiroth left Zeke's mind.
"Now," he thought to himself, "it begins."
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