this guy broke into my head again, so... re-voicetest? (x-posted)

[vehementi]

[The tall silver-haired figure scarcely regards his mun with any measure of interest. His gaze is directed elsewhere, even as he addresses her.]

You will always return... puppet. You feel it, just as the others do: the call... And forever it will remain, so long as I wish it.

[A deafening silence... until Sephiroth does finally turn his serpentine eyes on his "puppet". His mouth turns up, as if in amusement. He can sense the objection coming-- that the mun always has control over the muse, and he openly mocks the notion by giving it voice.]

Who has more control, I wonder. [A rhetorical question at best, a challenge at worst. Test me. He doesn't need to say it; the viciousness behind his eyes and his barbed smile say it well enough.] ...There are many interesting creatures here. [Including you, Cloud. He knows you're out there. Somewhere.] Bring them.

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[baremyfangs]

You'll catch more flies with honey, you know.

[vehementi]

All insects meet the same fate, whether they come willingly or not.

[lumberfoots]

Hah, youre quite a like able type, aren't you?

[vehementi]

Hm. [That's about the only response Sephiroth is inclined to give; he doesn't seem all that concerned with being liked. (Unless you're Mother.)] Is that all?

[lumberfoots]

Only if that's all you have to say, lumberfoot.

[vehementi]

[A ghastly chuckle wisps past his lips, but he says nothing more-- even going as far as to turn away entirely. He's not so easily baited; he has no interest in such games.]

[lumberfoots]

[Likewise, her black eyes just watch him turn away before silently fiddling around with her fur mantle. Does she look perturbed? Not really, she looks rather bored now.]

[redpinion]

[Sigh.] Sephiroth, you of all people must know that there is no problem which cannot be solved through proper application of intense flames.

[vehementi]

[You. All of the intensity and venom Sephiroth can muster is honed into a single look. And indeed, if looks could kill, Genesis would have melted into a pile of goop.]

Have you graciously come as a means to test that philosophy, Genesis?

[redpinion]

[Here, have some violent apathy.]

You'd be welcome to try. But I am only offering sound advice. You know - from...friend to friend.

[vehementi]

You could never measure up to me. [Once upon a time, he never would have thought such things about Genesis, much less breathed the words aloud. Now, however... he's just trying to exacerbate an open wound out of madness and hatred.] There will be no "try". You will simply crumble.

[redpinion]

[Listen carefully to the wind, Sephiroth. You can almost make out the sound of a redhead not caring.]

Awfully full of ourselves today, aren't we?

[vehementi]

[Can't hear the wind, Sephiroth's head is too full of crazy and Mother. Which are synonymous, really.

The corners of his lips are pulled upward, a smile devoid of compassion. Just the intent to hurt. He doesn't answer verbally. Instead, Sephiroth pivots and Masamune is brought up to shoulder height with both hands, parallel to the ground.

He'll show you, and he'll even let you strike first, Genesis, because - in his mind - you will not get the chance for another.]

[taunted_angel]

Sephiroth. It's been a while since I've seen you.

[vehementi]

For good reason. [Genesis is met with just as much venom as the last, further accented by cruelty:] The only way I wish to see you is dead.

[taunted_angel]

Always delightful as always, Sephiroth. [What happened to the nice side of you, hm?]

[vehementi]

[Alas, it died with his sanity. This place is fickle, however, and things are rarely permanent. Sephiroth may even find himself bouncing between sanity and madness to match the whims of his mun, much to his chagrin.]

Why have you come? Am I not a monster to you?

[taunted_angel]

A monster? No. Not in the sense of the word anyway. More of an egotistical, power hungry being who thinks he's better than anyone else. [Gen judged his old friend's reaction. What had happened? There was something else in his friend's eye now that wasn't friendly at all...]

[vehementi]

[That earns a chuckle, but one that's devoid of any actual humor.]

If I didn't know any better, Genesis... I would say you just described yourself.

[taunted_angel]

Perhaps. Or, perhaps you are looking into a dark, soulless mirror, Sephiroth. You need to look in on yourself and find out what sort of man you are.

[vehementi]

Oh, but I already know... I am the one who will bring the Planet to its knees and grant it the death it deserves.

[taunted_angel]

What has happened to you, Sephiroth? An angel being swallowed up by Hell's burning evil is not a pretty sight. You used to be a good man, or you still are and this evil is eating you up inside.

[vehementi]

[Ah, Genesis... If even a fragment of the old Sephiroth remains in the one that stands here now, it's something only Genesis and Angeal would be able to reach. He defied everything just to protect them when everyone else called them traitors; their bonds ran deep. But the weight of being monsters broke them all.

...Except Angeal. He held fast until the very end despite the falters and struggles.

As Sephiroth reflects on this, the madness of his hatred almost seems to wane - for however briefly, swallowed up in thought instead. He closes his eyes for a moment, turning away enough for his bangs to obscure his face.]

What do you care? Are you so desperate to avoid degrading - to retrieve the cells of my Mother - that you'll fill my head with lies? ...Pitiful.

[Just barely does Sephiroth's head turn back towards Genesis after he says this, eyes narrowed. The hatred is there again to match his vicious smile.]

But... you did encourage me to find out the truth of my origins... and now that I have... I suppose I should thank you for waking me up from my blind sleep. The Planet no longer deserves to live.

/drive by

[dancingmad]

Heal his blackened soul with your poetry~

Re: /drive by

[taunted_angel]

Hmph. Would that even make a difference to a stubborn soul? [Who the hell are you, clown?]

You know it's rude to barge into other's conversations?

[dancingmad]

The hell~?!

[A loud groan escapes Kefka as he slaps his face dramatically.]

I thought you died already! Oh come on! I can't believe you're back in action.

[vehementi]

[And then sudden a chorus of fanboys screaming at them to fight and decide who the better villain is ignites in the background.

The feeling is mutual, Kefka. Putting up with you in Dissidia was torture enough. Sephiroth only half-faces the jester - just enough to seem disinterested without turning his back to this lunatic. He's arrogant, not stupid.] Hmph...

I could say the same for you.

[dancingmad]

[Is that what that thunderous roar is all about? Someone tell these losers to shut up!

They're giving poor Kefka a migraine.]

Yeah, yeah. I missed you too, momma's boy.

[He says flippantly as he cleans out his ear with his pinky. Talk about bad hygiene!]

So whaddya up to now, Sephie? The usual hell, fire and brimstone act? Talk about cliche.

[The jester can't help but smirk.]

You didn't run into any of the others yet, have ya?

[vehementi]

[Oh, indeed. And that sputtering sound? That was his mun nearly spitting water all over that computer of hers from laughing so hard. Excuse her. His puppet is an embarrassment, but he's kind of stuck with her at the moment.

Sephiroth would sigh, but even that is too human of him. Too indicative of giving damn about anything but calamities from the sky. ...But of course Kefka isn't going away.]

That's ironic, coming from you.

[He just closes his eyes for a moment, as if that'll make this guy just vanish when he opens them again. Needless to say, it doesn't work, but it's probably a testament to Kefka that he even tried.]

No. [Not that there were many of them he actually liked to start with; they're not missing out on much as far as he's concerned.] And to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?

[dancingmad]

[Ah ha! It's good to make someone laugh around here. Kefka been practicing his "stand up" act as of late. He's gotten really good at it but he still a better homicidal maniac than a comedian. The clown is also pretty damn good at improv.

Now back to the situation at hand. ]

Aw, come on! What's so wrong about me stopping by to say "Hi", Sephie? We had such fun times together, didn't we?

[No, they didn't. The clown is lying.]

If you're still alive and kickin, then I'm guessin' Golbez and the rest of the peanut gallery is around here somewhere. I'm thinkin' about getting the band together again for old time sake!

[vehementi]

[That might depend on the person, really. Some people think "homicidal maniac" is hysterical. Sephiroth is not one of them, but he never had much of a sense of humor to start with. What Kefka considers a fun time is probably seen as a waste of time by Sephiroth, a theory that is... further evidenced by his reply:]

You annoy me.

[Which is probably putting it kindly.]

What makes you think I want any part of it? [He's never really been much of a team player. Moreover, that mindset generally describes just about every self-serving member of Team Chaos, and there's a lot of those.]