Final Fantasy VII Main Story RP

Vincent flared his cape and looked towards the elevator and then the Sephiroth. to team up with him was something that could have been talked bout abit more but time was against us. "hm..well this should be interesting."Vincent mused to himself.

walking over to the elevator and pressing the button,as the door slided open knocking a limp soliders body to the ground.

Sephiroth followed behind Vincent with a sigh, he didn't know if this would prove the best team up but it seemed he had no choice

Shaking his head "Yeah well a mans gotta eat." Turning his head,"Deepgound, didn't we stomp them already?" Looking forward he guns the throttle, hitting jumps along the way. "Think i'll need to get a sword any time soon." He calls back.

Thinking to him self Man i was hoping for some peace and quiet. Seems like i gotta another mes to clean up

"I'll have to see what they have at Kalm."Laughing slightly, " Thin air." He calls back," So what did Reeve say was happening in Kalm exactly. I mean are they building or are destroying? I don't like surprises, we've had far to many of them in the past." Looking ahead he watches for any roving monsters, and recent corpses.

Vincent reached another level of the bowels of the Shinra building, Deepground troops on patrol but there was enough cover and rusty pipes to stay hidden. Clambouring up on of the poles Vincent pearched and peered down over the many walkways and bridges . Seemed pretty easy to get past but looks can be deciving as it had been proven too many times already. Vincent even though teaming with the reserected Sephiroth left him to his own devices,both were lone wolves and would probably accomplish more if they met up at each level. "Just what is going on here...another weapon?..no..could it"

Vincent sleeked back behind the large rusted piping and checked his rounds,things where about to get messy.

>Hey guys, sorry it took me so long to post. I was having some trouble. I hope this sounds alright, I kinda started getting tired. ^-^;<

The brilliant dodge-blue beam screams against the metal flooring, deep scars melting into the cold polished surface as the assault’s ethereal energy crackles and claws across the expanse of the disheveled laboratory. An unnerving aura radiates from the laser as it flickers, mere fragments of its pulse floating mid-air during random intervals of its superheated trek as the floor bubbles into curdled lines.

The final burst torrents forth, completing the disjointed stream before alighting the untidy mass of carelessly flung boxed records and a nearby terminal.

A slight breeze is felt by the two interlopers, various displaced papers slowly moving away from the vertex of the impending explosion as the excess heat from the building combustion flows outward in a rapid yet comfortably warming wave.

Then the light is revealed, its strobe-like iridescence marred against the sterile walls only by the silhouetted figures of the undead first class soldier and the his ninja counterpart.

Soft lids, white as the freshest snow, slowly close over lustrous lavender eyes as the explosive brilliance steadily swells. Her silvery locks undulate in silky waves as she hides her countenance and steadies her grip upon the partially deteriorated rafter, her grip twitching in excited anticipation of the explosion to come; her faintly rosen, pale lips twitch upward into some semblance of a twisted smile.

“I’ve missed the subtle warmth of this world,” she thinks to herself. “Its vast energies, a magnificent cornucopia of nuanced sensations.”

The charged air of the room stimulates and prickles the sensitive tissue of her sinuses as she deeply inhales, her breast expanding in tandem; her eyes opening narrowly in contemplation of her struggles.

-

There is nothing.

Light, feeling, and thoughtful contemplation. There is no room for such things here. Her focal point must remain one of survival as the planet attempts to smudge her out in this quarantined prison of darkness. Like a white blood cell ingesting an invader, her consciousness slowly corrodes. Much unlike her recent sleep, she feels as the dried and broken segments of her will are forcibly ground upon by the planet’s will; cracking off and crumbling into dust as the lifestream rejects her spiritual existence.

Her suffering seemingly endures for eons as she nears the breaking point; her ageless spirit on the brink of collapse.

“I…” she fails to mutter to herself. “I…”

The darkness momentarily ruptures as a tendril of the lifestream rips forth and ensnares her left thigh, its radiant light burning into her scarred flesh as it constricts, deep lesions and cracks forming upon the seized limb.

Crunch

Her dead eyes open in instant and horrific pain, their once radiant glow absent as she opens her mouth to discharge a horrific scream that will never sound. The wisp of light shatters her limb and pulls it away in its retreat. She wants to cry, but her suffering knows not the release of tears.

Suddenly a familiar presence cuts through her being like a shot of adrenaline and her pupils constrict into feline-esque slits of rage as their lavender glow illuminates her dark prison.

“Sephiroth,” she manages to mutter to herself; electric pulses prickle along the surface of her being, like the fur of a threatened animal standing on end.

Vivid reels play across her memory as her sense of self begin to reconstruct itself; the visions reasserting their respective roles in her personality. From her days testing the Cetra to her eventual betrayal by that experiment, her aggressive will begins to combat against her constraints.

She thinks of her “son” running about the realm of the living with her body in tow; his will having displaced her own as he ratifies his suicidal endeavor toward god-hood.

“I will never,” she screams through grit teeth, “BE A DISPLACED MEMORY!”

Her heart quickly pounds in sickening rhythm as it floats beneath her body, strange fluid spews forth from its various chambers as it struggles to revitalize; her intestines floating about the dome-like confines spasm with the unfamiliar presence of a pulse. Her joints crackle and twist as she convulses. Dislocating both of her shoulders, her left shoulder blade cutting through the thin, worn skin of her back, she rotates her arms overhead and ravenously bites free of the bindings on her wrists; her teeth pulling the otherworldly fibers free in strained cuts.

Free of her constraints she dissipates her organs in a brief moment and pulls them into her metaphysical body, reforming her physique to reflect her true nature as the black speckles flow into her being. She floats forward in the void, avidly searching for the place the lifestream entered. Her perfect and pale white skin almost aglow despite the pure darkness as her long hair trails behind.

“It was here,” she thinks to herself.

Withdrawing her picturesque hand, she slowly curls her fingers into a fist as her nails shine with a light from nowhere. She strikes, her arm disappearing beyond the darkness. She stretches her fingers as an unfamiliar warmth envelops her right limb.

“It is so different,” she says to no one in particular. “Such a contrast to this sense-less place.”

She swiftly withdraws her fist and strikes again, repeatedly bludgeoning the wall as she strives for her freedom.

Crack.

An effervescent glow breaks through the darkness as cracks form along the walls of the dome, slowly trekking their way about the entirety of its surface before shattering into billions of miniscule fragments and dissolving beyond existence.

A devilish smirk marks the woman’s countenance as she revels in her hard earned liberation and leisurely glides into the light.

-

She closes her eyes once more and looses a soft sigh.

How long ago had she garnered her freedom? How long had she survived in the lifestream, procuring the wisdom acquired by the planet throughout the millennia? In the end it was irrelevant, she was born anew; no longer a fragmented shadow of her proper identity.

-

A winter fowl soars through the air, the remnants of the northern crater reflected in its raven eyes. The winds accelerate, making flight near impossible. The creature adjusts its wings for a downward descent, its feathers ruffling and waving as it makes way deep into the chasm, slowing ever so slightly as it hovers above a death blackened branch for its landing.

Remnants of fierce combat mar the grounds, evidence of blood staining the stones, and pieces of broken Turk weaponry are scattered about the scene. All is quiet, save the howl of the snowy winds high above and the disturbed rhythm from a geyser of makou from the lifestream.

The bird's head twists to the side as it spots a solitary motion in the center of the room. The rocks and gravel begin to shake slightly before the ground quakes and unnaturally undulates, a stream of black makou energy spewing forth in a dense fog. The mist clears leaving the distinct silhouette of a ragged hand grasping for air in its wake. An arm sprouts forth opposite the hand and bends at the elbow, clawing at the ground as it searches for liberation from its prison. A root is grasped, muscles and veins bulging as it pulls.

The ground breaks, silver locks blow in the wind and her naked figure rises from the ground. Coughing for breath she raises to her feet and looks about, her empty eyes meeting those of the startled fowling. They stare for a moment and her expression furrows and darkens, before the bird meets its demise in a swarm of black.

“This time,” she thinks to herself; her thoughts trailing off as she gazes unblinking into the disturbed skies above.

-

She looks downward, her shining eyes tracing shapes across the floor toward her targets as the room becomes a bleak and unnaturally stark white, eclipsing even shadows in its glow.

Taking his hand off the handle bar, he reaches for his phone. Looking at the screen he see that it is Reno. Hello Reno. Its been a while. You only call when you need something, whats up? Knowing this is only going to get worse he prepares mentally. This better not be one of those just calling to check up things, and please tell me that Shinra isnt working with Deepground.

Vorpal strands of amethyst darkness seemed to swirl in the basement levels... Why this was interesting, Nero noted before his form even reached physication. Oh, Deepground had messed with his body and for it he had always had power to manipulate darkness but... Had Death given his powers a surge of strength? Or was it passing back and forth through the lifestream that enrich his darkness to a point where not even he could believe? It mattered not... he had found ravagement and he was ready to wield it. He did not know exactly which side he was on, but as he stepped out into reality his eyes met the back of Vincent's head. He tried to remember the events preceding his death, but he could not. His mind was clogged. All he remembered was hate... and pain....

Pain... his brother, Weiss... Vincent... Vincent hurt Weiss.... His eyes barely even touched Sephiroth, but he knew he was there. One-on-One, with his adorned, and newly enhanced, strength would let him win. But on a two-on-one, he was on the weak side. But if he could trap one in darkness... His mind formulated plans and plans but his impatience got the better of him.

His metallic wings clanked as they expanded. His eyes set. His brain clogged with hate. His thoughts were not working. All he could feel was the surge of HATE it in his blood... pain... all he could remember was pain. Make it stop. His mind roared to himself. What was happening? Why was this happening? Why did he want to give a bloody death to everything? WHY!?

His wings moved, once more making a chilling noise. The guns of his wings suddenly came to life and pointed at the other two. Rage. Hate. Pain!

Vincent felt himself being watched, a presance of hate crept over him,turning his head slightly using his quick reflexes to turn a lightining fast 180 ,Death Penalty drawn and ready to fire,his eyes widened slightly before narrowing into a frown. There behind him,his wings aimed, was Nero,brought back and with only vengance on his mind. "You..Nero."Vincent stood up from his position and quickly jumped to another walkway a more clearer area high above the Deepground troops still on patrol in the level. His eyes still fixed on Nero,awaiting his move,Weapon aimed without the slightest waver."I would have thought defeating you already would be enough...Time for round two,right?"Vincents cloak billowing behind him.