so much procrastination all over the place

[youwillrot]

Quit dawdling on that application and attend your tags.

We've got work to do.

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[animusangelus]

[This is ridiculous. Cloud is far too short for a proper decking. At least without swords involved.]

Why me?

[youwillrot]

[Short, you say? Oh, we're happy to reminder of just how short you are. And to lean down and all but spit in your face, the answer you're so desperately seeking.]

Because I exist to make you suffer.

[animusangelus]

[He wrinkles his nose and leans back, defiance flaring to life in his eyes.]

Just me, then. Not anyone else. Not the planet.

[youwillrot]

[To no desired effect whatsoever, and then met with a challenging sneer. Come on. Take another swing. Go wreck yourself in front of everyone.

Always an embarrassment, never victorious. Not truly.]

They'll all burn behind you. All at the tip of my blade.

[animusangelus]

Then you'll be alone. [He decides against attacking. Instead, he bites the inside of his cheek, drawing blood.] You and "Mother".

[youwillrot]

[Smart move, Cloud. Bleed yourself in front of a shark. That's going to work out well or not at all.

His wing flares threateningly.]

You're coming to Hell with me... remember?

[animusangelus]

[Hey it's in his mouth. Sephiroth wouldn't -

Oh.]

A part of me will.

[youwillrot]

[Yeah.

Maybe you'd better back off, kiddo.]

And where goes the rest?

[animusangelus]

I expect Aerith has a claim on the good part.

[A fond smile will follow that.]

[youwillrot]

[That... actually forces him into silence for a few seconds. The very mention of the woman is enough to leave a bitter taste in his own mouth. The mention of hope, a thing he never got to have.]

There is no goodness to be found within a wasted shell.

[animusangelus]

I'm not completely wasted. Otherwise she wouldn't have saved me. [And she had. She had healed him.]

[youwillrot]

[He snorts, indignantly.]

She pitied you. It is not the same.

[animusangelus]

Maybe I needed that. [Sorry, Sephiroth. He won't think badly of her.] That's why Zack came too.

[youwillrot]

Because you're a dog, begging for scraps.

And you will always subsist on scraps.

[animusangelus]

What do you get from Mother, then? Just her orders, right? No love, no affection...

[youwillrot]

Shut up.

[Oops. Soft spot.]

[animusangelus]

Being wanted and being used aren't the same.

[youwillrot]

Like you would know.

[animusangelus]

But I do know.

[youwillrot]

I said shut up.

[animusangelus]

[He smiles to himself, making an amused sound.]

[youwillrot]

[It really is a shame about Masamune.

But bitchslapping the shit out of you is almost as satisfying. And about ten times as humiliating, so there's that.]

[animusangelus]

[Been there, done that. He'll just...lie in a heap and try to live.

Thank you, Sephiroth.]

[youwillrot]

[Hey, at least there wasn't any gay hair pulling involved. Then it'd get really nasty.

Also, you're welcome. Cry more, loser.]

Not going to fight back?

[animusangelus]

[Sephiroth would so lose if hair pulling was a suitable battle tactic.

And he's not crying. He's just winded and beaten.]

Don't you ever get tired? [He gets up onto his feet and pulls out his sword. Oh yeah. He's ready.]