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Private if i had a heart [m]

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  1. Sephiroth

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    OCTOBER 18TH | @Jaesa Willsaam

    He had burnt Nibelheim to the ground, but even watching as flames engulfed every building that stood before him and ensuring the deaths of all by his own hand wasn't enough. Shinra deserved to rot; every corrupt soul involved in composing the lie of his life and continuing to reside along with their falsehoods deserved to suffer. Every human sharing blood with those who had originally betrayed his mother deserved his blade through their heart, twisted so deep pain was all they knew. The boy who had stabbed him and temporarily weakened him deserved more pain than any, to have his mind torn in two until he lost all hope, to have any fragment of who he once was shattered before his eyes.

    Sephiroth deserved to be a god.

    Yet here... He was nothing to most. He had been a legend among the planet - a hero, a nightmare - but to those he passed on these crowded streets, he was simply a man with an intense expression, darkened eyes and a darker heart with a sword gripped so tightly one might think the leather of his gloves would tear. He wasn't ordinary, but many seemed to be far from typical here.

    He still craved vengeance, yet without any direction and lacking the knowledge of where the boy was (he was here - he could feel it), he was aimless. He would gain more power - he knew he had the capability for greater, and he would attain it through whatever means necessary.

    People often stood in the way of that attainment, causing him to turn to violent methods simply because it was the most efficient way to more quickly gain what he needed. He had never been one for excess socialization without a clear benefit, and he saw no reason to spare his breath on convincing strangers when a blade could say far more in moments opposed to hours.

    Masamune outstretched and nearly touching the throat of a man he had seen cast a spell merely from his fingertips a few moments ago, Sephiroth's gaze was set on him and only him. He needed to learn how. The capability for casting without Materia had to be in his blood - he was more than human. He was greater.

    However, the man resisted - and continued to even after severe warnings, and while he prepared to stab his sword forward, the increasing crowd of people caused his attention to momentarily flicker from the man to those surrounding them in a large half circle.

    Apparently, instead of turning others away through publicly threatening a man, instead, the incident happened to draw the attention of many others. While far from his intent, it was seemingly an unfortunate consequence of more blunt measures.

    They, too, could be dealt with.

     
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    Through her weeks in this world, Jaesa had not come across all that many dangerous situations. Only the one, so far, when she had helped that redheaded woman, Sansa, against a single thug. Easily dealt with, all things considered. Her Master would have been proud. Of course, Jaesa knew there was further danger potentially lurking in Pandora. Indeed, she was haunted by a name she could not put a face to. Sauron, a supposed god who was after her, who sought to harm and use her the way she'd been warned would happen for so many years.

    Since Rey had warned her of the presence of a stalker who had harmed her in the past, Jaesa had not seen or heard of anything that could warn her to him at all. She was careful; those she met who were not Force-sensitive, she automatically trusted even less than usual. And when she found the first situation that screamed out danger, she could not help the brief thought that wriggled through her mind: when she followed the sense of terror through the streets and found a tall, silver-haired man with his sword to another man's throat, could she have found her faceless spectre?

    There was no way to know, of course. Her unique abilities in the Force gave her much information, but never a name. But it didn't matter. In moments she had read the situation through the Force: the man with the long, slender blade at his neck was innocent, a good man whose only real vice was greed. And the man with the silver hair... She saw the intent to kill, intense and bright and cold, in him. Death was written across his eyes.

    Master Karr would have told her to stay back. He would have dealt with it himself, would have set her to making sure the crowds - who seemed only to watch, transfixed, none doing anything to stop it because they all thought someone else would first - left because he would do nothing to put his precious padawan in harm's way. But Master Karr was not there. Neither was the Watch. No one in the crowd was lifting a finger to help the poor man. Who else was going to help if not Jaesa?

    Everyone was terrified, so it took a nudge with the Force to make the nearest young man to her start trying to push the crowds away to safety and an older woman run off to fetch someone from the Watch. And then Jaesa stepped out of the crowd, into the clear space between the watchers and the attacker and victim. She wore her Jedi robes today, the sandy brown, rough fabric swirling around her calves in the chill autumn wind. She felt more like a Jedi than if she wore anything else though, more capable of doing something to help. She couldn't sit back and do nothing, after all. She didn't have her lightsaber - the one time she decided to leave it behind while she took a walk! - but that changed nothing. She had to help.

    "Stand down," she said, the words ringing with cool tranquillity, each syllable clear and hard as crystal. As she moved away from the crowd, she felt someone reach out and snatch at her sleeve, trying to get her to stop and pull back, but she jerked her arm out of the way. "Whatever's happened here, violence is not the answer." Her own words felt like they rang hollow even as she spoke them - the man with the silver hair had the intent to murder written too deeply within him to care about any other path than violence - but all she could do was try and behave as she had been trained.
     
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    The crowd began to part as his gaze shifted harshly between each person standing near, yet just as he began to return his focus to the man on the other side of his blade, a woman's voice again tore his attention from the offender. Even in the plainness of her attire, she stood out amongst the masses simply due to her willingness to move forward and disturb the stillness of the scene, causing the corners of his lips to upturn in slight amusement. She appeared unarmed, wore clothing that seemed only to protect against cold temperatures rather than a blade, yet for an indiscernible reason, she was challenging him.

    She likely believed her words to have meaning, his mind to be easily swayed, but she clearly knew nothing about him.

    He had been raised to kill. He had won a war practically singlehandedly. He had bested every other SOLDIER and opponent seeking to stop him with ease. He had been betrayed by every soul that he once allowed himself to care for. And, now, he knew the truth of his existence. Anyone seeking to stop him would fall as a result of their insolence, including the one before him, and no words would cause him to cease what had already began.

    "He deserves his fate," he replied coolly, his sword still hovering near the man's throat even as he turned his gaze to the woman before him. The man had refused offer what knowledge he clearly possessed even after he began simply by asking, claiming his abilities to be "within his bloodline" and "unteachable". Sephiroth knew he had the capacity for such magic simply based on what he had read about his true species, however, if others didn't want to offer their aid and instead blatantly rejected him, then their only use was to be a temporary sheath for his sword.

    He shut his ears to whatever else the woman spoke of and resumed focusing on the man, preparing to jab Masamune into the man's throat before she could say anything further - however, his gaze was met not with the man's, but with the woman's.

    "There's no reason to prolong the inevitable," he continued smoothly, his blade still resting near both her and the one she was hopelessly attempting to defend, ready to strike should the woman not adhere to his simple warning. "Is it your wish to see him tremble for longer, crumple as death approaches, taking him before your eyes?"

     
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    Jaesa knew his intention as soon as it formed, and it was that ability with the Force that allowed her to move quickly enough to place herself between his blade and the poor innocent he was about to murder.

    Stupid child, she heard her Master's voice chiding, echoing in her mind. This recklessness will only get you killed. She pushed away that internal scolding. She wasn't a child, or weak. Weakness would be standing aside and letting this poor man get killed because she was too wary to step up and protect him, or because she took more of a passive stance like some Jedi did. She knew this was right. The man was innocent, she could sense it. And the other... The other was not. Even without delving too deeply, the Force told her there was no innocent left in him. Just rage and bitterness, arrogance, and a solid belief that he was in the right with all the terrible things he did.

    It was only the complete lack of any spark of recognition in his eyes that stopped her wondering if this was the same man Rey had warned her about.

    Although the tip of his long, slender blade was near to her throat, she stood straight and tall, though not tall enough that she didn't have to look up at the silver-haired monster. She felt her nerves, ragged and raw, but she was not afraid. Fear was to be conquered. Fear would get her nowhere.

    "Go. Run," she murmured over her shoulder to the victim behind her. She sensed his hesitation at leaving her there alone. A good man, undeserving of the violence this monster wanted.

    After a moment though, he started to run towards the crowd, leaving Jaesa standing there with the silver-haired monster and a blade as long as her saberstaff pointed towards her. Somehow, her breathing remained steady, even as she worried that she was out of her depth. What was she even supposed to do here, on her own, without her Master? This was no training session.

    "What I wish," she answered coolly, for all the world as if she had the situation entirely in hand, "is for you to stand down. I do not want to fight, but there will be no death today."
     
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    The man who had wronged him soon fled at the woman's words, causing a small frown to cross his lips at the gall of the woman to believe she had the right to dictate what happened between him and the man when she hadn't been there nor was this her issue to resolve.

    He could find him later. He would find him later, and he would ensure the man suffered for every moment spent in some belief that he wouldn't gain his vengeance of him for his adamance not to supply him with simple teaching. He wanted to find instruction, he craved knowledge in order to allow him to be greater as he was meant to and knew he could be, yet if his simple request was unanswered as further proof of the impudence of humanity, then he deserved to die. They all deserved to die.

    Perhaps he'd have to try a book, given the incompetence of everyone around him. Unlike humans, who clearly would rather repeatedly use their words to lie and refute his will, written words never failed to expose truths.

    At the present moment, his cold focus remained calculated on the weaponless woman standing before him, who claimed to wish for him to stand down after defying his right to vengeance, to having his blade steal the air from the offender's chest as he deserved.

    "You eliminated any chance to resolve this without your death the moment you stood between us." His voice remained cool, blade still hovering in the air only a few inches from the woman. There would have always been the death of the man, however, the woman had the chance to flee the scene, thus bringing her fate upon herself. The excess blood that would stain his hands today would be her fault alone.

    Lips curling into a small smirk as he brought his blade nearer to his own body, he effortlessly swung Masamune in a rapid arc to form a massive burst of energy pointed towards in the woman in hopes of quickly, brutally knocking her down before he could cause more direct wounds.

    After the further complications she intentionally caused, Sephiroth deserved to revel in killing her slowly.

     
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    The only outward sign of her nerves as he spoke was a flickering across her cool expression, though part of her began to wonder if she might have made a wrong move with jumping in the way. She'd never been in this situation before, and certainly not alone. She'd always had her Master with her, to guide her and teach her. Without him, and without the bond she shared with her secondary Master, she was lost. This was an attempt at finding her direction because surely this was what was expected of her as a Jedi?

    Through the Force, Jaesa was given warning of what the man was going to do before he'd done more than just start the sweeping arc with his blade. It was that warning that gave her the time, that allowed herself to move to defend herself.

    The burst of energy from the sweep of his blade - not something normally done, she was certain; she had underestimated him, thinking him a simple swordsman - rushed towards her, but as she raised her hand, bringing a faintly shimmering statis field of Force energy into being in front of her, the burst simply stopped, instead of knocking her down as the man had intended. The only sign of it affecting her at all was a stirring of her hair and her robes as though a strong gust of wind had whirled past her.

    She wanted to fight back. There was something, inside her, that called for it, to fight back and go on the offensive, but she subdued it. Now was not the time. A burst of energy would not have killed her and she should not go on the attack at all except in defence of her own life. It was a small thing, that excuse, that part of her found frustrating.

    "The City Guard are on their way," she told the man, her soft and gentle tone betraying nothing of her internal struggle against outright attacking him. "Don't make this any worse for yourself than it already is."
     
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    As the impact of the burst settled, he stalked towards the woman, pace slower than his ordinary speed during any other fight purely due to the expectation that this wouldn't be a battle. The woman was clearly passive with her belief that words could somehow alter his intentions, and in her weak heart and abilities that likely were just as inadequate, she would easily fall to his decisive actions and unfailing weapon. Masamune had never failed to cut through flesh before, and light robes and a pleading voice wouldn't stop it now.

    Yet as the energy cleared and exposed the woman still standing, it became apparent that somehow, she had completely deflected his attack. He faced her with curiosity, light brows slightly arching at the faint, shimmering field somehow protecting her from an attack that should easily have forced her to fall, and he allowed for a few moments of reprieve as he listened to her continued pleading for peace.

    Apparently, the City Guard was approaching, which perhaps was said to be a threat, another reason for him to "stand down" as she urged for previously, the idea of more arriving only provided more motivation for him to continue to fight.

    If anything could fill the hole where he once believed a beating heart occupied, stabbing through the hearts of others was more certain than anything to aid.

    "This world has yet to prove a challenge," he countered smoothly, eyes glinting with a willingness for anyone to attempt to provide such a trial. He doubted a few guards, likely no more talented than mere infantrymen, would be difficult to defeat with the ease at which he had fought multiple with enhanced abilities meant to only be inferior to him, but if the woman believed him to be that weak, then Sephiroth would personally prove her wrong. "But if you wish for more death, then that, I shall grant."

    With a light smirk remaining on his lips, he pointed Masamune towards her chest and effortlessly moved forth in attempt to slide the blade into her chest and finally break her passivity.

     
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    Not even mention of the Guard coming ruffled him. She didn't even sense any nerves or fear beneath his cool exterior. In fact, if anything, she sensed eagerness, as though he actually wanted the Guard to arrive and try and put a stop to things. Jaesa didn't want an even worse fight to break out. She didn't want anyone to get hurt or worse. If she could just put a stop to this before the Guards arrived... How she didn't really know, but she had to.

    By now the crowd had mostly dispersed, though there were still stragglers who insisted on staring as though watching a fascinating holo-movie placed in front of them. She wished they would leave. It was bad enough being in this situation in the first place, without having people watching like this was some kind of exhibition.

    She also wished she had her lightsaber with her. The long blade would have been far less of a threat and easily dealt with if she had it, but it lay on her bedside cabinet in her room at the inn several streets away. There was nothing to be done about it, so she pushed the wish out of her mind, focusing instead of what she could do with the Force and her immediate surroundings.

    When the man moved his blade in what was clearly meant to be a killing blow, Jaesa finally made a move against him. Again, her hand moved upwards, palm forward, as though she were about to use nothing but her hand to block the sword. With the Force, she sent her own burst of energy towards him, intending to catch him off-guard and shove him back through the air towards the opposite wall, away from her. If he hit, she didn't intend it on being a gentle collision, not after he had just attempted a killing blow. She needed to subdue him, before the Guard arrived. Somehow.
     
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    His blade didn't meet his intended target, and instead of moving forth, his action was met by some invisible burst of energy being clearly directed towards him from the woman that had formerly only used word in attempt to threaten him. Before he could fully process how severe or not the energy hitting him would be, with a split second thought, Sephiroth teleported a short distance to appear directly behind the woman, the corner of his lip still upturned in a relaxed smirk.

    "You can fight," he stated simply, more confirmation of a fact than resulting from surprise. Simply from surveying her lack of weaponry and armor, he had formerly assumed the woman was fairly defenseless, yet judging by the way blunt, invisible force had rushed towards him a moment ago, she clearly had abilities above the normal. The wave of force was similar to what he had produced with Masamune, however, rather than an arching wave of energy, it seemed to be directed towards a singular target - him.

    After a moment of ensuring her attention had returned to him, wanting her to know that he had easily been able to avoid her attempt of an attack and would continue to, yet in a way, awaiting a greater challenge than what anyone else had been able to provide, he met her eyes. With another smooth movement, he attempted to plunge his sword into her side and cause a wound that could potentially be fatal, perfectly silent save for the metallic ring of his blade.

    Perhaps the woman could distract him momentarily, but he would endure. He would revel in fighting and soon killing her, in causing her to know that the deaths of whatever guards she asked for would also be on her hands, and no matter her attempts, they would easily be overcome.

     
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    She didn't even hit him. He just disappeared, and it was the Force before his words that told her where he had reappeared, allowing her to whirl on him almost instantaneously. She felt frustration churn in her gut at this second trick.

    "Observant of you," she answered, tone quiet and dry, betraying nothing of her uncertainty and her frustration. She had no idea what to do. She had been primarily trained to fight other Force users - namely Sith - but she had never been prepared for someone who could just disappear and reappear somewhere else in the blink of an eye.

    Again the Force seemed the only thing that kept her alive. Both through the naturally slightly precognitive effects of the Force and her own ability to read intentions, Jaesa was able to see each attack before it came and counter it. This time, as she sensed what he was about to do, the movement of the sword towards her side was abruptly halted by an invisible grip of the blade that stopped it in its tracks barely more than a couple of centimetres from her. In the next moment, she changed the pressure she had put on the weapon through the Force, hoping to be able to tear the sword from his grip and send it clattering away across the pavement, disarming him.

    Even if attempting to disarm him failed, she took off, a few steps and then a leap with the Force behind it taking her up to the flat roof of the connected buildings that surrounded them, as she attempted to draw him away from the streets, away from innocents he might harm before the Guard could arrive. As she did so, a building site nearby caught her attention and she thrust her hand out towards it. There was an audible metallic rattling sound as a six-foot steel rod separated itself from a pile of its fellows and flew up through the air to where she stood on the roof, the cold metal slapping against her palm.
     
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    The woman had remarkable reflexes, perhaps surpassing even his own in her unexplainably quick reaction time. She seemed to almost know what he was going to do before he even moved forth - how, Sephiroth had no idea since from what he knew, he had quicker reflexes than anyone else on Midgar due to his genetics, exposure to Mako, and whatever other experiments that had been done to him. How anyone could be better was beyond him.

    His gaze shifted down to his blade that seemed to somehow stop in the midst of his movement, again halted by whatever invisible force the woman could somehow control. His sword began to tear from his hand, and he felt it slipping too quickly to be able to maintain his grasp on it, but momentarily calculation allowed him to rush back and regain it in his hand before it could clatter to the ground.

    In the time consumed by the momentary distraction of his temporary loss of weaponry, his gaze had shifted away from the woman, but it only took a moment to refocus on her and discover her now on a roof.

    Apparently, she could jump high. He could do the same.

    With a smooth leap, Sephiroth joined her on top of the roof with his sword tightly gripped, brow lightly raised as he faced the woman - who now had a rod in her hand. He momentarily paused, regarding her with his eyes glinting in acceptance to her challenge, then charged forth with his every intent to stab her where it would most quickly harm her - past the rod and into her chest.

    Judging by her past movements, she likely would again deflect it, but he didn't mind continuing to duel - he could upkeep this pace for days before tiring, and at one point, he was bound to catch her off guard.

     
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