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Discussion in 'Cliffside' started by YoRHa Type A No.2, Feb 1, 2018.

  1. Thursday, 1 February - Year 7
    A lone figure stood on the cliffside, silver hair whipping about in the harsh winds. There was an icy bite to the air, but she couldn’t feel it. A2 narrowed her blue eyes as she gazed at the horizon. It was an interesting feeling, knowing she had no missions, that there were no machines here for her to slaughter and no YoRHa to exact revenge upon. She’d done all she could for 9S, she hoped wherever he was that he’d found some measure of peace. I did as you asked, 2B she thought as her stare lowered to the ocean.

    The waves had increased in intensity over the past few hours, building into white peaks as they rolled and crashed. The sky had darkened considerably and somehow she knew it would be a long night, watching the endless dark, ensuring the lighthouse stayed operational.

    “Analysis: There is a storm incoming. Estimated it will make landfall in the next thirty minutes.” A2 nodded at 042, a sigh leaving her as her shoulders sagged. Pod was lucky she was in a good mood, though, she had grown rather fond of the bucket of bolts these past few months, even before then. It wasn’t totally useless and its company drove off the worst of whatever tendrils of loneliness lingered around her. A2 turned and looked back toward land, she’d noticed a few odd things of late, like the appearance of a drifter around the lighthouse. She’d never approached, just watched.

    She could see him through the tree line at present, 042’s scanners picking out his noise signature with ease. Bars floated up and down in the corner of her vision, spiking here and there. “Proposal: Invite the interloper to seek shelter within the lighthouse. Injury, illness or death would create unnecessary attention and potentially jeopardize your position.“ A2 snapped to stare at 042, furrowing her brow. “You can’t be serious.” She snapped, placing a hand on her hip. “Risk is minimal, A2 possesses considerable combat skill, should the interloper turn hostile.”

    A2 folded her arms and briefly looked back over her shoulders as the waves crashed on the beach below, filling the air with a low rumble and distinctly salty smell. “Was that a compliment?” She teased, though 042 didn’t respond. I suppose you’re right. She thought, though didn’t dare voice it. A2 walked down the hill and pushed through the bushes, making a direct b-line toward where she suspected their camp to be. “There’s a storm on the way.” She said, matter of fact, as the first drops of rain began to fall. “You should probably come inside.” She added, gesturing toward the lighthouse.

    Whether he accepted or not, she really didn't care, she wasn't going to force him. Maybe humans liked staying out in storms, maybe they received some kind of nutrients from the rain, she had absolutely no idea. @Sephiroth
     
  2. Sephiroth

    Sephiroth Final Fantasy

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    Male
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    Dragon Slayer
    Location:
    Vagabond
    Race:
    Enhanced Human
    Age:
    22
    Alignment:
    Neutral Good





    Sephiroth had come upon the lighthouse by chance, while looking for an easy way to access the shoreline. Instead, his path had led him further along the edge of a jagged cliff, far above where he actually wanted to go. While he had followed it without much thought, Sephiroth hadn't expected to find anything of note at the top of the immense hill.

    The lighthouse was a surprise. He had seen it while in Pandora Town, of course, but his irregular paths around the town made it hard to keep a steady direction in mind, and Sephiroth had forgotten about the building altogether until he found himself standing in its shadow, craning his neck to look up at the bright, unwavering light.

    He'd lingered in the area for a few days since then, looking around the outside of the lighthouse and the surrounding wilderness. There was an old path immediately to the South that led down to a cove that was filled with sea life during low tide, and Sephiroth had wiled away at least twelve hours prior to the imminent storm, carefully dancing between the pools and inspecting the creatures trapped therein.

    It was interesting, much to his surprise. There was no direct purpose for his investigation, but Sephiroth remained transfixed and fascinated as he studied the tide pools and their assortment of strange inhabitants. Making a conscious point not to behave in any way like Hojo, he refused to interfere with their biological processes. The most he had done was, at one point, lightly touching one of the more unusual specimens just to experience the bizarre texture of its body.

    As he made his way closer to the lighthouse, faintly aware of the impending weather, Sephiroth gingerly rubbed his fingers together, mulling over the interesting feeling of the holothurian. He wondered if he ought to write down his findings, but that seemed unnecessarily formal. What he wanted to know, he would easily remember.

    Arriving back at the clearing where he had been sleeping at night, Sephiroth frowned. He knew that it was going to be a miserable evening as soon as the rain hit. He had a tarpaulin that kept everything relatively dry, but relatively was the operative term. It was still going to be oppressively cold, even with SOLDIER enhancements, and he was still going to end up wet.

    Sighing softly, resolving to keep up his taciturn appearance, Sephiroth listened to the lighthouse girl approach without turning to address her. He'd obviously seen her now and then over the last few days, but he had been content with their unspoken agreement to avoid each other. He was a bit disappointed that she was ruining that.

    "Why would you offer?" Sephiroth asked back, turning his head to examine her closely. "I'm a stranger who could decide to kill you in the middle of the night." He wouldn't, of course, but she didn't have any reason not to think that. Unless she was arrogant enough to assume she could stop him if he wanted to, which was simply foolish.

    Still, Sephiroth mused, looking down at his meager supplies.

    It was going to be a miserable night.

    "I can't pay you." He pointed out bluntly, picking up his pack and holding it against his chest, staring at her questioningly. "But I... would appreciate it." He choked out grudgingly.







    @YoRHa Type A No.2
     
  3. She had to admit, that upon arriving in Pandora, she had no idea what a lighthouse was even for. Lighthouse: tower or other structure containing a beacon light to warn or guide ships at sea. Because humans apparently had bad eyesight and couldn’t see cliffs, or something like that. It was one of the many things she’d learned in her short time in Pandora and every day came with more surprises. This man was one of them. She’d been lead to believe that humanity was obsessed with the concept of home. Not like the Bunker, not like a base from which to launch military strikes, but a place that was lived in and customized according to the occupants likes, filled with items of worth and occupied out of want, not necessity.

    Another thing she’d discovered, was that humans were as varied in their behaviors as YoRHa had weaponry. Suffice to say, one person was not indicative of another, the man who’d been stalking her grounds and the tide pools below, seemed to be one the humans that didn’t feel the need to have a home. If he did, it wasn’t apparent with the way he’d been acting and sleeping under nothing but a plastic sheet. Not that she could talk, A2 had spent many nights curled up on a concrete slab or resting in the ruins of a window. Perhaps his reasons were similar to hers, but she had no way of knowing. Thinking about humans though, that was amusing to say the least.

    Although she wasn’t expressly used to reading emotions, A2 could tell the man was disgruntled, disappointed perhaps. She’d seen that look before, when her squad performed sub-optimal on simulations. She scoffed at his question, standing firm under his scrutinizing gaze. “I’m not your commander. Do whatever the hell you want.” She replied curtly, irritated by his ungrateful attitude, or was it simply that he hadn’t received much kindness in his life? She couldn’t decide. A2 turned to leave, conversation was not her strong suit and never had been, she wasn’t programmed that way. Attack units didn’t need to know how to be eloquent.

    But neither had YoRHa programmed them to be foul-mouthed, she developed that all on her own. When he spoke again she paused and looked at him, glancing down at the way he clutched his belongings. She frowned, tilting her head to the side slightly, thankful that Pod 042 hadn’t felt the need to speak at this point. “I don’t need money.” She said matter of fact, and she didn’t. She didn’t need to eat, clothes were a non-issue and she performed most of her maintenance herself with 042’s assistance. A soft “Humph.” Left her as he accepted her invitation, at least she assumed he did. Sometimes she had trouble picking up on the nuances of communication but didn’t ask for clarification.

    “Well then, come on.” The rain seemed to be listening, because the drops began to fall with increased frequency, pattering upon the ground. A2 approached the base of the lighthouse and pushed the door open, standing aside to let him in, apparently it was polite. Or something. The robots in Pascal’s village did prefer a notifying knock before entering, not that she really understood what was going on with the pacifist village before it collapsed and became nothing more than a dream. The inside of the structure was rather spartan.

    There was some furniture, a table, chairs and lounge. Sometimes she sat down and stared at the walls for a little while, wondering what to do. “You can have that room.” She pointed to a door off to the right of the living area, it was small but cozy, her own dwelling was further to the right, not that she used it much. She watched the silver hair man like a hawk, blue eyes scanning his movements, he knew how to carry himself. Military perhaps, intriguing, to say the least.
     
  4. Sephiroth

    Sephiroth Final Fantasy

    Posts:
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    Gender:
    Male
    Occupation:
    Dragon Slayer
    Location:
    Vagabond
    Race:
    Enhanced Human
    Age:
    22
    Alignment:
    Neutral Good


    Home was a concept that Sephiroth knew of very distantly. It was something he had heard Angeal and Genesis reference, but only when they didn't think he was listening. They didn't discuss home if Sephiroth was in front of them - even Genesis seemed uncomfortable, like it was a secret taboo that only home-havers were allowed to talk about.

    It was disappointing, because Sephiroth found himself incredibly curious about the idea of home. He had often wandered from room to room in his ShinRa-issued housing unit, wondering how he could make it home. One year he tried collecting knick-knacks, which seemed to be a very common home thing, from what he overheard Angeal discussing. Angeal's home seemed more sincere than Genesis's from what Sephiroth could tell.

    In the end, he had only managed to make a cluttered mess that aggravated him whenever he had to go back to his quarters for rest, and had made Angeal appear somewhat distressed. He'd replaced the clutter with a potted plant, which also seemed to be a common home feature, but it died during an extended mission to Junon. Pets had never been a viable option. Not only did he lack the time to commit to a living companion, but it was just one more threat that Hojo could hold over his head.

    He petted cats sometimes, though. On missions. If he had the opportunity.

    Drawn back to the present, Sephiroth regarded the stranger warily, hesitating for a moment following in her tracks like a specter, staring intensely at the back of her head, as if hoping to read her mind. Of course, even for him, that was impossible, and Sephiroth regarded her with clinical curiosity when she held open the door, scanning her form and identifying bizarre... marks.

    Like she was made up of different pieces.

    Following her instructions, Sephiroth nodded sharply and immediately entered the proffered room, dropping his supplies on the bed and looking around for any sign of malicious intent. He saw no immediate traps, nor any kind of recording devices.

    Entering the communal area again, he resumed his intense inspection of her, even as the rain started splashing against the windows in earnest. "It's too early to sleep." He explained baldly, making no move to sit down, nor to stop staring. She was strange, and he couldn't understand why. Sephiroth resented that.

    Tilting his head, Sephiroth's posture almost loosened. In any case, he was no longer ramrod straight as he took two measured steps towards the couch and sat down primly, hands resting politely in his lap. "Your housing is adequate for the night. Thank you." He stated formally. "Do you operate the lighthouse yourself, or are you only here in case something goes wrong?" Sephiroth asked, making a dismal stab at the realm of casual conversation.



    @YoRHa Type A No.2
     
  5. She noticed, rather quickly that the man was staring – maybe that was the wrong word, searching seemed to better fit. He was looking, for something and that something happened to be on her, somewhere – apparently. It was almost as though she could feel his eyes on her, which was bizarre to say the least. It was different than a scan, how though, she couldn’t say. Maybe that’s what humans did. She had no idea if they possessed any way of discerning information about others, did their eyes work the same as her optics?

    A2 was struck with the sudden and awful realization that, for an organization who prided itself on furthering mankind as a species even though they’d been wiped off the face of the goddamn earth for ages, they knew very little about them. The information was out there, on the moon, but none of them had access to the data, save for the higher echelons of YoRHa – lies, all of it. Thinking about it made her circuits crackle and pathways buzz so she forced the subject out of her mind.

    Too early to sleep. She recalled the animals of the wood and machines in Pascals village resting when the sun went down. YoRHa models had to engage in the traditional act on occasion, not frequently at any rate. She watched the vagabond, as he seemed to be watching her and folded her arms across her chest as he sat down. She closed the door with a swift movement and shifted her gaze to the window and raging sea beyond. “No problem.” A2 responded, walking further into kitchen area, but stopping short of the lounge.

    She remained standing, if only to conserve energy for sprinting up the stairs to begin her watch over the light. “Both.” She answered, there was a pause, awkward in length before she realized she should try to continue the conversation. Humans liked this, asking questions, engaging in meaningless talk. Some operators liked it too, A2 was guilty even, in another life. “I operate it by myself, it needs maintenance and I’m here if something goes wrong.” She explained. “I didn’t know what a lighthouse was when I first arrived here.” A2 paused.

    “Humanity wasn’t exactly thriving where I came from.”
    She added. Though she wasn’t expressly trusting of the stranger, she figured she could probably try to make his time here comfortable. It probably already was, considering where he’d been living for the past few days. “There’s water and food in the fridge, its not much, but you can have it.” She said as she turned to leave. As her heel connected with the first step and make a loud echoing ‘clop’, she paused and looked over to him. “I have to turn the light on, want to come look?” She didn’t expect him to accept the invitation.

    She wasn’t even sure why she offered, maybe it was because she was curious to observe a human a little more, or simply loneliness – but dismissed the latter thought. He’d be gone tomorrow and her life would resume its regular state – if he turned out to be a psychopath and dismembered her in the night, then she’d come back and haunt Pod for eternity for suggesting this in the first place.
     
  6. Sephiroth

    Sephiroth Final Fantasy

    Posts:
    160
    Gender:
    Male
    Occupation:
    Dragon Slayer
    Location:
    Vagabond
    Race:
    Enhanced Human
    Age:
    22
    Alignment:
    Neutral Good


    While Sephiroth knew that he was not... the best at maintaining social conventions, he also knew that he was not the sole reason for this conversation's incredibly stilted nature. That, in itself, was a great surprise, and something of a relief. While he had never seen a point in pitying himself for his social inadequacies, Sephiroth found himself feeling slightly at ease, knowing that he was not the worst conversationalist in the room for once.

    He continued to stare at her as she let the thread of discussion die a very long, stilted death, blinking slowly as he waited to see if she would try to restore the conversation. Either way, Sephiroth was not bothered. She could remain quiet for as long as she liked and it would be no worse than the silent weeks he had already spent by himself. He found the general desire of people to talk... tiring.

    If he wanted a conversation, he could go to a cafe and stare at waitresses. They always liked talking to Sephiroth, for some reason. Sometimes they gave him free things if he smiled for them, which made him feel a bit like a trained dog, but he was reaching the point where beggars couldn't be choosers.

    "Their purpose has become outdated in recent decades. I'm surprised Pandora would have an active one." Sephiroth agreed, making a point not to question her lack of such basic knowledge. After all, he had only recently discovered the trials and tribulations of grocery shopping, which was much more stressful than fighting twenty Kalm Fangs at night in a thunderstorm. "You're not human." He observed bluntly, not addressing her offer of food and water, though he would take advantage of it soon enough. For now, he continued to analyze her thoughtfully, head tilted as though she were a life-sized jigsaw puzzle.

    He nodded solemnly when she invited him to see her turn on the lighthouse, and as he followed her up the stairs, Sephiroth ran his fingertips along the walls in deep thought. "I'm... not surprised that humanity would wipe themselves out. It seems like their - our destiny." I am not a monster, he chanted in his head, frowning at his fumble.

    "They must seem strange." Sephiroth added thoughtfully, listening to the sound of their feet against the stairs. After a moment, he lowered his voice, vaguely hoping she wouldn't hear him. "I think they're strange..."



    @YoRHa Type A No.2
     
  7. “Makes sense.” She replied, nodding once. “We didn’t need them either. That’s what scanner models were for, tech didn’t require visuals to aid navigation.” 9S, she hated thinking about him and hated the fact that 2B made her care. There was little reason to dwell, she kept telling herself. She was here, 9S and 2B were not. “The satellite network wasn’t the best. But it did the job. Pandora is… ” A2 paused, searching for the word and found it among her memory banks. “Primitive.” She mused, unsure why she was even telling him this. It wasn’t like he had context, or understood.

    “Just figure that out?” It was a rhetorical question and her tone probably sounded harsh and jibing, but she didn’t much care.

    “YoRHa Model Type A - Attack, Number 2. – combat android.” Her words were dripping with disdain mixed with defeat, she couldn’t change what she was, no matter how much she wanted. She would always be a YoRHa android, their name was branded into her electronics and she hated it. She hated that she belonged to them, that she was their weapon and they had made her – for the express purpose to die no less. She was not a mere avenue for data collection, she was so much more than that and her squad had been too.

    Was it right to hate those who made her? That, she did not know.

    “A2 is fine, the rest is useless.” She was well aware that her outer skin had worn away since she defected, without maintenance and access to repair facilities she had no choice but to wear the black seams, dirt and degradation of her clothing as a badge of honour. It screamed, you don’t own me, and she wanted them to hear her, all the way out here. She surprised him by accepting her invitation to explore the structure further but didn’t exactly hate the company. Not that she was willing to admit it.

    She talked as she climbed the winding staircase with her interloper in tow, pod following behind them at length. “Oh?” She questioned, wondering why he wasn’t surprised by the idea of human kind being the catalyst of its own destruction. Was it simply in their nature to destroy and fail? “It’s odd, defending something, without ever having met it.” A2 mused. “They are strange.” She confirmed as they reached the top of the stairs, missing his slips in self-reference. The view at the top of the lighthouse was 360 degrees and spectacular. The wind howled outside, as rain lashed the glass, huge storm clouds rolled in the distance, partially obscured by the mist, but lit up in a grand display every now and then as lightning flared within.

    A2 approached the light mechanics and tinkered briefly, checking some things before stepping back. She waited before flipping the switch, allowing her border to take in the surrounds. “Whatever their flaws. I can appreciate humanity for making this.” She gestured to the lighthouse. “I like it up here.” She admitted. “It’s… quiet.” @Sephiroth
     
  8. Sephiroth

    Sephiroth Final Fantasy

    Posts:
    160
    Gender:
    Male
    Occupation:
    Dragon Slayer
    Location:
    Vagabond
    Race:
    Enhanced Human
    Age:
    22
    Alignment:
    Neutral Good


    "Oh." Sephiroth wondered if his own world was primitive by her standards. He suspected so, given that she was a robot with what appeared to be fully functioning cognitive skill. ShinRa had not had anything like that at all - if they had, they would never have needed SOLDIER, which sounded like what this android was.

    "I noticed a few days ago, but it didn't seem important at the time. Is it important?" She behaved in a manner that was very human. She looked humanoid. She didn't appear to be defective - not any more than any other human being Sephiroth had met. She was... weird, but so was he and he had no right to judge as such.

    His interest piqued when she confirmed that she was her own world's version of a SOLDIER, and Sephiroth was quietly, privately amused that she seemed to hold the title with the same amount of regard as he held his own. It was a part of them that they couldn't get away from, no matter how much they might wish to. Staring at her intensely, Sephiroth wondered if it was a bad thing that he felt very akin to something that wasn't even human.

    "SOLDIER 1st Class Sephiroth." He responded in kind, finding it easier than trying to express their similarities through explanation. Instead, he politely glanced away and focused on the wall as they ascended the stairwell. "Sephiroth is fine." He added.

    She had never met a human being. Well, he thought with another stab of amusement, that certainly gave him a leg-up.

    Emerging at the top of the lighthouse, Sephiroth looked around them and his expression, for a moment, was one of awe and deep-seated pleasure. Before she could even comment on it, he knew that this place was bound to be quiet, and peaceful, and away from things. Watching the storm from their vantage point and seeing lightning arc across the choppy ocean, he reveled in the feeling of insignificance.

    Glancing aside at A2, Sephiroth smiled faintly. "Humanity has gotten some things right. This is one of them. You're... lucky to be able to stay here." He kept the envy out of his tone, but there was no denying the way his feline gaze swept over the circular room. This was where he wanted to be as well.

    "You are designed for combat. Do you enjoy it?" Sephiroth suddenly asked, turning to her quick enough to make his hair sway outward. "Do you use a sword? Guns?" He looked over her body, wondering if she was hiding weapons in her person.



    @YoRHa Type A No.2
     
  9. Is it important?

    He asked and she shrugged. Maybe it was, in the past, now? Nothing really seemed to matter. Everyone had their own story. “Not really.” A2 folded her arms. “Most people find me odd.” She looked at him then, staring at his cat-like eyes. “But you’re not most, are you.” It was a pointed statement, one that may have seemed rude in any other context but she didn’t mean it that way.

    Tact was not something A2 possessed. Her model hadn’t been installed with a diplomacy program, there was no use for it in combat models and machines weren’t capable of negotiation anyway – at least not when she’d been created. This was her way of saying they were similar, without actually voicing it in an irritating way, like she presumed them to be familiar. They weren’t, of course, but she did feel some similarities to him that were rather comforting. A2 wasn’t sure if she liked it.

    “Sephiroth.” She repeated with a nod, acknowledging his introduction and pondering on the fact he was a soldier. This seemed obvious from the way he carried himself, she knew someone who could handle themselves in combat when she saw it.

    The top of the lighthouse was impressive and she found herself enjoying the look that came over him as he took in the view. Though she didn’t recognise the feeling, it was something like satisfaction and agreement – happiness over the fact she’d predicted another being might like something and was correct in her assumptions. “Look, there’s plenty of space, you don’t have to keep wandering. You obviously don’t have a base, home...”

    A2 paused then, flicking her eyes between him and the view awkwardly. “Whatever.” She paused, thankful that he introduced a new line into the conversation so she could skirt around her stilted offer of permanent residence. As he turned, she watched his hair, observing his graceful manner, he was a little too perfect to be human and a little too flawed to be an android.

    “I was made for it.” She stressed, staring into space. “And only for it, my purpose was to fail my mission, die and become a statistic. Data to better the next generation.” Her voice was dripping with hate. She usually kept to herself, but seemed to have no problem in telling him this. He couldn’t do anything with the information, YoRHa was long gone. She had not fulfilled her destiny, she refused to lay down and let them take her core. The fact she was standing before him, should have said all it needed to.

    “Unit A2…” Pod interjected and she turned to it sharply. “Shut up.” She ordered with anger and it fell silent.

    “I had other plans.” She continued. “Fighting is all I have, is there really a choice?” It was an open-ended question, one she could not answer immediately. It needed exploration, time and patience she didn’t currently possess.

    “Swords.” A2 said simply. In an instant, a gold halo materialised in a flash of data blocks. It hovered at her back and from within the circle, two swords appeared. One a white hilted Katana and the other a black hilted sword that looked like the back end of an assault rifle had been grafted to a blade. They hung suspended within the halo, hovering, waiting for her call to arms. “He can shoot and has a laser canon.” She thumbed at Pod.

    “What about you?”
    She was curious to know what kind of weapon he favoured, she felt like it spoke a lot about a person – especially considering the fact the white katana on her back housed the memories of an android. Even more so, that the two of them seemed intimately familiar with fighting, so much so it defined them.
    @Sephiroth
     
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  10. Sephiroth

    Sephiroth Final Fantasy

    Posts:
    160
    Gender:
    Male
    Occupation:
    Dragon Slayer
    Location:
    Vagabond
    Race:
    Enhanced Human
    Age:
    22
    Alignment:
    Neutral Good
    Weird was a word Sephiroth had heard before. Genesis and Angeal had used it teasingly, but there had always been a glimmer of seriousness behind it that lingered awkwardly. He was weird. Odd. Sephiroth was different, and even if he had wanted to fit in, it would have been impossible. It was, Sephiroth sometimes mused, probably why he had never really been a part of whatever Genesis and Angeal were. He was always outside looking in, and while they had always been kind to him in their own ways, they had all known that Sephiroth was not part of them. He was disposable.

    He had been disposed.

    "Weird... weird is the word my... comrades used." He said quietly, staring into the storm and wondering what it would feel like to be in the middle of it, surrounded on all sides by flashes of lightning. Was it frightening? Exhilarating? Sephiroth supposed it was probably both, and maybe a bit freeing as well.

    Glancing at her sharply, Sephiroth wondered if A2 realized what she was offering, but he didn't voice his doubt. She was being a good person, and she did not deserve to be regarded as an idiot for that. Instead, he turned his gaze back to the storm. "Hmm." He didn't agree, but he didn't disagree. Rubbing his thumb restlessly against the edge of his sleeve, Sephiroth hoped that his noncommittal sound was enough to delay his choice.

    He watched her quietly as she fumed, and he found himself understanding that frustration. Sephiroth suspected, now that he was in Pandora and away from ShinRa, that they had perhaps always intended to eradicate the SOLDIER program following the Wutai War. The infantry had been more than capable of handling monster outbreaks, after all. The SOLDIERS had slowly been turning into relics of a bygone era.

    It was like Angeal and Genesis... and Sephiroth himself, had been programmed to self-destruct.

    He pursed his lips."I find the study of marine biology, particularly as it pertains to tidal zonation, extraordinarily fascinating." Sephiroth said, seemingly out of left field. "I was not trained to find it interesting at all. I am not fighting anything in the tide pools I locate, and fighting is all I know as well." He finished smartly, tilting his head at A2. "I believe you would be allowing your creators to continue to hold sway over you if you regard combat as your only option."


    Sephiroth eyed her weapons with intense approval, knowing better than to attempt to touch another person's blade. They were strange looking swords, certainly, but he supposed he didn't have any place to talk. Focusing on his materia, the SOLDIER summoned Masamune into his hand.

    The blade, much to his frustration, was blackened an pockmarked following his combat with Kylo Ren, and the perfect balance of the sword had been broken just slightly. It did not render Masamune completely unusable, but it no longer felt as flawless. Still, Sephiroth was not ashamed of his weapon, instead regarding it with some pride. "Sword as well. And magic, but I don't need to use that often." He stated calmly.

    @YoRHa Type A No.2