[Sephiroth has no earthly idea where he is, or even why he is. Not only should he be long dead, but his head is...clear. The hissing rage, the seething insanity, the pervasive whispering will of Jenova...it's somehow all gone. Well...perhaps an overstatement. He has plenty of rage left, for instance, but it's no longer in control of him. But the insanity and Jenova do seem to be wholly absent, their absence the shock of having the background hum of the universe suddenly stop when one hadn't even been aware they were hearing it.
There is absolutely nothing comforting about finding himself sane again. He's traveled much too far along a path of bloody ruin; turning back to look at what he's driven through to get where he is now is unspeakable. The fact that this doesn't drive him insane, again, he views as some kind of punishment. Perhaps taking shelter behind mindless hate again would be considered too merciful.
Still, his practical nature wins out. The world has never once cared about his suffering - has far less reason to than ever, really - and he has no expectations for it to start. And in the meantime, he appears to be alive, somewhere he doesn't remotely recognize. And the monsters here are shockingly passive. He needs to do something with himself.
But he's definitely not attaching his face or voice to anything. He imagines he's attained a certain level of infamy.
The question is, which of the thousands of questions he has is the most pressing? What questions does he have that strangers might be able to answer? And how does he best solicit information?
He ends up spending quite awhile crafting his post, despite it being quite short.]
Would anyone be able to explain why everything seems heavier here? And why my senses seem duller than usual?
[There. He feels those are relatively generic questions, and comfortably vague. The simple fact of the matter is that Sephiroth has lost the inhuman edge to his strength and physical abilities he's accustomed to, and it's messing with his perception of...essentially everything.]
B) Goldenrod Department Store
[Sephiroth is not actually trying to attract any attention at all. In fact, he would vastly prefer to hide his identity if he could at the moment - but that's not possible with his current outfit, and...the change of clothes he was provided with. That requires going somewhere people are, inevitably, to find some way to be less conspicuous.
So really, all Sephiroth is doing right now is walking. Not even particularly fast, in order to let the little Cubone toddling behind him keep up to some degree. But the thing is...it's basically impossible for Sephiroth to not attract attention. Hell, he practically attracts crowds.
The clothes are a good place to start. The bared chest, the belts, the long leather coat over leather pants, the heavy boots. Then there's the waterfall of silver hair, or the literally glowing green cat's eyes. There's the absolutely effortless air of presence, a man who's used to commanding respect and armies alike, someone who is mostly unfamiliar with the concept of fear who has (up until recently) always had the power necessary to accomplish anything he sets his mind to.
And even if you set everything else aside, there's the fact that he's a positively looming 6'6". Literally head and shoulders over much of the crowd.
At some point, having had to slow nearly to a stop for his Cubone, he sighs and turns back to it.] This would go much more quickly if you would simply let me carry you.
[The Cubone, hugging its bone to its chest, shakes its head stubbornly no.]
C) Wildcard
[Seph's just going to be wandering around with his starter, observing and (almost definitely) holing himself up in a library at some point to do research on this weird place. Feel free to run into him anywhere! Except don't actually run into him, you'll probably knock yourself out.]
Sephiroth | Final Fantasy VII | OTA
[Sephiroth has no earthly idea where he is, or even why he is. Not only should he be long dead, but his head is...clear. The hissing rage, the seething insanity, the pervasive whispering will of Jenova...it's somehow all gone. Well...perhaps an overstatement. He has plenty of rage left, for instance, but it's no longer in control of him. But the insanity and Jenova do seem to be wholly absent, their absence the shock of having the background hum of the universe suddenly stop when one hadn't even been aware they were hearing it.
There is absolutely nothing comforting about finding himself sane again. He's traveled much too far along a path of bloody ruin; turning back to look at what he's driven through to get where he is now is unspeakable. The fact that this doesn't drive him insane, again, he views as some kind of punishment. Perhaps taking shelter behind mindless hate again would be considered too merciful.
Still, his practical nature wins out. The world has never once cared about his suffering - has far less reason to than ever, really - and he has no expectations for it to start. And in the meantime, he appears to be alive, somewhere he doesn't remotely recognize. And the monsters here are shockingly passive. He needs to do something with himself.
But he's definitely not attaching his face or voice to anything. He imagines he's attained a certain level of infamy.
The question is, which of the thousands of questions he has is the most pressing? What questions does he have that strangers might be able to answer? And how does he best solicit information?
He ends up spending quite awhile crafting his post, despite it being quite short.]
Would anyone be able to explain why everything seems heavier here? And why my senses seem duller than usual?
[There. He feels those are relatively generic questions, and comfortably vague. The simple fact of the matter is that Sephiroth has lost the inhuman edge to his strength and physical abilities he's accustomed to, and it's messing with his perception of...essentially everything.]
B) Goldenrod Department Store
[Sephiroth is not actually trying to attract any attention at all. In fact, he would vastly prefer to hide his identity if he could at the moment - but that's not possible with his current outfit, and...the change of clothes he was provided with. That requires going somewhere people are, inevitably, to find some way to be less conspicuous.
So really, all Sephiroth is doing right now is walking. Not even particularly fast, in order to let the little Cubone toddling behind him keep up to some degree. But the thing is...it's basically impossible for Sephiroth to not attract attention. Hell, he practically attracts crowds.
The clothes are a good place to start. The bared chest, the belts, the long leather coat over leather pants, the heavy boots. Then there's the waterfall of silver hair, or the literally glowing green cat's eyes. There's the absolutely effortless air of presence, a man who's used to commanding respect and armies alike, someone who is mostly unfamiliar with the concept of fear who has (up until recently) always had the power necessary to accomplish anything he sets his mind to.
And even if you set everything else aside, there's the fact that he's a positively looming 6'6". Literally head and shoulders over much of the crowd.
At some point, having had to slow nearly to a stop for his Cubone, he sighs and turns back to it.] This would go much more quickly if you would simply let me carry you.
[The Cubone, hugging its bone to its chest, shakes its head stubbornly no.]
C) Wildcard
[Seph's just going to be wandering around with his starter, observing and (almost definitely) holing himself up in a library at some point to do research on this weird place. Feel free to run into him anywhere! Except don't actually run into him, you'll probably knock yourself out.]