voice testing. very badly. /sobs

[rapusodosu]

Mundane.. This truly is the most ridiculous idea you have ever had. You've barely finished Crisis Core, and even then, you were focused on people that were not I. So, choosing to pick me up.. Who told you that this would be a good idea? It certainly wasn't me, or your many, many other muses..

[ insert 'my friend, your desire is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess' and other quotes from LOVELESS. ]

[ really, genesis, don't you have something to do? instead of pouting like a petulant brat over the fact that you're stuck with me, actually kick yourself into some form of action so i can play you right. otherwise you're outta here. ]

And mocking with empty threats to try and distract. How very childish of you — and I thought that this couldn't get any worse. Apparently I was very, very wrong. The only thing that could make this worse would be is Sephiroth decided that showing that damn, smug face of his would be a good idea. Which it wouldn't be, at all.

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[antipraxis]

Silent sacrifice is what your little poem honoured.

[rapusodosu]

Here comes the nightmare.

Sacrifice is sacrifice, old friend. Whether it be honoured by poem or otherwise.

[antipraxis]

I know no nightmare. I know no sacrifice.

And you only know verse and riddle.

[rapusodosu]

Look in a mirror and you will see such. Though for the latter.. That would be impossible, for your words are true. There is no sacrifice, in your world.

Better to have verse and riddle than nothing but insanity and being by yourself in all that you do.

[antipraxis]

Even your madness is mundane.

[rapusodosu]

The same could be said for you.

[antipraxis]

No. I am no madman.

You would want that. It would soothe you - your cowardice.

[rapusodosu]

Your actions say otherwise.

To know that I am not the only one, out of us all, that went down the wrong.. road would indeed be comforting. Merely because I would know that I wasn't the only breakable one - even you, the great Sephiroth, can fall too.

No cowardice in it at all.

[antipraxis]

Then pride is not lost, nor winds stripped away.

But the end. It stays nigh. I assure you.

p.s your writing = a+++ i'm in love

[rapusodosu]

It will be, eventually. Neither can stay afloat forever.

The end for who? We always trip, make one mistake, and it is the end for us. No one stays on the top forever.

you are very kind, for all that was a Loveless line......... / knows most of it by heart, weep

[antipraxis]

But the sun. And it blinds you all in its splendour.

just everything before and after that is great lskdfjg i want to learn it but i'm slow oops

[rapusodosu]

Better to be blinded by that, than delusions of a greater life - one founded on the lies of a manipulator.

...you'll find it. sticks. after a while. in all its glorious cliches.

[antipraxis]

Did you amputate your ambition along with your dignity?

i hope so, even with its cliché. they work. c:

[rapusodosu]

No such thing. Goggles tinted by frenzy were quickly raised.

luck, then c:

[antipraxis]

You couldn't. Failure, even in that. In all things.

merci!

[rapusodosu]

Your hypocrisy knows no bounds.

[antipraxis]

Rejoice. Your dream is met. In something, we are equals.

[rapusodosu]

There is no need, for it was always equal and then overtake - in something far from hypocrisy, no less.

[antipraxis]

Beyond my shadow is duty without failure.

You can't meet one. Know your place in the other.

[rapusodosu]

Places were made to be pushed and extended, and mine is certainly far from being behind you.

[antipraxis]

But behind. Heeling.

[rapusodosu]

[ Genesis flicks a hand quickly, as though to dismiss Sephiroth's words, and looks away. ] Watch that mouth of yours, my friend—

[antipraxis]

...my fates are not cruel.

[rapusodosu]

All fates are. Yours are no exception to that rule.

[antipraxis]

You say, because you wish. You wish, because it isn't so.

It isn't so, because — my friend.

[rapusodosu]

I say because it is true. Denying it is useless - if Fate truly does look upon us, it is with cruel eyes and harsh plans.

[sealedsecrets]

*Genesis might get the feeling that even as the pale, almost thin man looks in his direction, he's not exactly being looked at, but through. His blue eyes seem almost to flicker purple for a moment or two.*

Thoughts borne of the first sins, they hold no different.

Fall into weakness, again and again, 'til naught, asunder.

[rapusodosu]

[ It certainly does feel that way, but considering the people he used to call friends - still does call them such, actually - the fact that he can easily brush it off shouldn't be surprising. Sephiroth's stare and Angeal's disapproving look were all it took for him to become used to such things. ]

My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow, no matter where the winds may blow.

Another poetry fan?

[sealedsecrets]

...Poetry?

*He doesn't remember. His thoughts just rarely come in a straightforward manner. He doesn't grasp anything noteworthy from the recital.*

...All are borne of the same blood, all but two fall to the same fate.

[rapusodosu]

[ How unusual, Genesis thinks without meaning to. One who questions the word poetry, as if they don't know - does he? ]

What you seem to be saying now. Words, rhymes, stories, stanzas - all making up poetry.

[sealedsecrets]

*He stares at Genesis blankly. He's learned enough that he knows what poetry is. His question had been borne from the silly assumption that he was speaking FROM poetry. Obviously, it had been misunderstood, but when was that anything new?*

It is but another expression of the human mind.

*He gestures minimally with his open hands. He has no book with him - he's showing. But whether or not Genesis understands what he means in particular, Nano thinks it's a slim to none chance.*

[animusangelus]

Someone else is interested in you? [So many complications. At least it doesn't directly affect him. Yet.]

[rapusodosu]

Apparently so. Though if I had any say in the matter, that someone would be a completely different person. [ his displeasure is shown through a displeased frown. a large one, to say the least. ]

[animusangelus]

Who? [He thinks he knows, but curiosity gets the better of him.] Sephiroth?

[rapusodosu]

[ The name causes his nose to scrunch in distaste. ]

As if I would allow that man to— [ He cuts himself off and shakes his head. ]

[animusangelus]

Allow him to what? [His eyes flash from blue to green, though he doesn't seem to notice.] Control you?

[rapusodosu]

[ That's it, and Genesis wonders if he's become obvious or if it's just because being controlled is a mutual thing that no one wants. ] Exactly.