By the hands of the Gods, you have been plucked from your time and from your world, dropped into the box.
Only the box is a world of its own.
We are a mass crossover based on the concept of Pandora's Box. Characters from nearly any fandom can be played here. Because of the endless character possibilities, we are canon only here at Pandora. Take a peek at our rules and plot information before starting your new life in Pandora.
The village is quiet, bordering familiarity with the hum of something haunted lurking beneath cobbled paths, the low murmurs of falsely content occupants of hollow homes. None speak greater than a few words in the open air - air that reeks with disfigurement and death and decay, and the rumor of a scientist driven to madness with experimentation almost feels mocking in its similarity, yet with each step into the town, his rumored existence becomes more concrete.
A scream in the blackness of night leads him underground, where the steel resting in his grasp scrapes against stone as the sole warning offered, an omen of the death to soon befall the madman claiming his experimentation for science. He holds resentment for all of humanity, yet no fury dwells as deeply as for those stealing lives with their lies, degrading their subjects to no more than things to be studied. Sephiroth may hold no kindness - yet he offers the mercy of a swift death to all but those who have proven themselves deserving of a slower suffering, this "scientist" among them.
The noises grow in volume with each step through the dark halls, a steady, quiet whimpering between shrieks leading them to their destination - a strong door with sterile light streaming through, the muttering of this proclaimed scientist able to be heard between pained whispers. He is in no business of heroics, of saving someone already inherent flawed in their humanity; he merely wishes to see the scientist suffer, yet he can sympathize more with another subject to experiments than than any else.
He doesn't offer the mercy of a loud entrance, instead appearing among the lab's shadowed corner, emerald eyes aglow, devoting a moment to observation, yet before he even begins to move, the door opens.
The woman he killed, who brought him nearer to death than any in this world stands across the room, instantly gaining the attention of the scientist formerly hovering over notes intently enough not to notice him - and the whimpering experiment.
Their gaze narrows, catlike pupils settling upon her as he nears to the "scientist", threat clear in the blade in his grasp. Whilst she may be here, she will not stand in the way of vengeance, however impersonal.
Curiosity is only natural as his eyes refocus upon her, calculating. "Why are you here?" It leaves flatly, a simple question clearly directed towards her and not the stammering madman caught between them in evident shock.
what if we killed an evil scientist together??? haha jk... unless?
A man had died under her hands. Even she, with all her White Magic, couldn't save him, couldn't prevent the light from draining from his eyes. There was a magic that was stopping her, something that meant that she couldn't save him, and she was....
She was angry.
She was angry even as she followed his last words to the place...to the person who had done such damage to an innocent. The village where he had made his home was empty, hollow... people staying inside to avoid being taken by the so-called scientist. Later, when the scientist was dealt with, when he couldn't threaten anyone anymore...she'd bring the man's body back to them. He deserved to be buried in the place he had made his home.
Walking through the castle, she could hear the shrieks, the whimpers...and she just felt this rage slowly build in her. Anger at being unable to do anything, yet, at only being able to follow the noises to their cause. A door, and, preparing Nirvana in her hand, taking a deep breath for what she might see, Yuna put her hand and walked through.
The noises were louder, here, but they weren't what caught Yuna's attention at first. Beyond the man, the scientist, there was a face that she knew very well. A face and a sword. The man, the person, who had killed her, months ago, whom she had almost finally defeated. He asked her a question, and her eyes narrowed.
"I'm here to put an end to this," she said, gesturing to everything around her, to the scientist, to the feeling of pain in the air and the noises of agony she continued to hear. "Are you behind this?" Yuna asked in response, staff ready to fight, White Magic flowing through her veins.
As much as he detests her and her ever present, ever clashing values and the very manner of which she spoke, he cannot deny she holds power - nearing enough to defeat him, before surrender became the natural option.
From his first day within this realm to now, their paths have intertwined, each word exchanged between them biting, yet rather than invoking death upon her or her attempting to end him, it seems they hold a similar goal. However she gained the knowledge of the madman before them, it matters not - they now seemingly both hold the intent of ending him, yet that will be his to claim.
Their lip curls at the mere presumption they might be behind this, as whilst he holds no intent to see humanity endure, there is little to be gained in prolonging the suffering of all but those whom proved themselves deserving of such pain, nor will he ever align himself with a scientist. "I came to ensure his end." He steps nearer the scientist, whom is currently muttering some seeming observations to himself even at the threat of death - a fool.
"Do you intend to stop me?" Silver brows raise, genuine curiosity painting his creatures about her precise intent, whether to kill him or merely detain him, but regardless of her wishes, he deserves death. "His fate is mine to claim."
what if we killed an evil scientist together??? haha jk... unless?
The man's face twisted with displeasure, and Yuna got the feeling that she had hit a sore spot. A hatred of scientists. Interesting. He seemingly disliked those who brought pain to others, but had no problem hurting people himself. How...hypocritical, but, in this case, it felt like it served her purpose. Yuna disliked killing people, but she wasn't afraid to. On her shoulder, Tagata, the Tonberry that served as her daemon, hissed at both of the people in the room.
Seemingly unaware of the conversation going on behind him, the conversation which concerned his life, the scientist kept talking, kept muttering to himself. Yuna took a deep, deep breath.
"Since you are...good at ensuring ends, I will leave it to you," she replied, the reminder of her own death at his hands pointed. She still had two Phoenix Downs, two which would bring her back to life as long as she wore the ring, and she had Nirvana this time. There were some people which simply deserved death, and this scientist was one of them.
There were people still in pain in this place, the walls themselves haunted by the souls of those who died in agony. Let the death dealer deal death. "Did you see anyone as you walked in?"
His gaze narrows at the hissing of the Tonberry - the first of the creature he has witnessed within this realm, but perhaps, her world of origin is more similar to his own than previously realized. Their own daemon - a cat with dark fur and similar eyes - offers a hiss in return, yet their attention is undeserving of the creature, of her whilst the objective lies before them.
She assures she has no wish to fight, and, for once and despite their enduring grudge, he holds no desire to occupy his time with causing her pain while the one even more deserving of such suffering stands between them.
Whilst his death could be quick, assured with a singular strike, he deserves far worse, and so, Sephiroth first projects an illusion solely to him of his own limbs bound upon an examining table, walls of glass surrounding him while strangers with hollowed faces peer through the glass, and real ice begins to cover his standing figure, freezing whatever cold heart rests within his chest. After all, such seems a deserving cost for the similar state of the victim before them.
The illusion endures as the girl speaks, questioning him of whom he has seen. "In the village, or among these halls?" Silver brows raise, and he remains unmoving from the scientist trapped in a world of his creation. "Why?"
what if we killed an evil scientist together??? haha jk... unless?
"In these halls," Yuna answered, ignoring...whatever he was doing to the scientist. Once, when she had been younger, she had thought no one beyond redemption, that everyone deserved a chance to change. Events in Spira, in Pandora, had taught her otherwise. And though she didn't regret giving those a chance, and, if she could go back in time, likely would not change her actions, this man deserved no mercy. Not with everything that she had seen, had heard.
"And because...if I can still help them, I want to. And if I cannot, then they at least deserve a peaceful rest," Yuna declared, Tagata still staring at the cat daemon, starting to raise his knife slowly. The man was here to harm and hurt, and she would leave him to that. he was, after all, so much better at it. But there were ghosts that haunted this place, spirits unable to pass on those, and maybe, just maybe, there were those that could still be saved.
If they could be saved, then it was her duty to save them. If they could not, it was her duty, as a Summoner, to Send them. Not to the Farplane, but to wherever souls went when they died in Pandora.
"Unlike you, I did not come here to cause pain, but to end it," she said, voice daring him to say something in response. Yuna hadn't come here to fight, but that did not mean that she was afraid to (quite the opposite), and her strong dislike of the man before her refused to be quelled.
"No." A simplistic answer merits a similar response - and one of truth, despite her deserving little. Perhaps, her skill is of begrudging respect, as it was enough to once surprise him in her abilities, however reliant upon others, yet respect for skill does not equate tolerance of a stubborn soul.
The illusion still lingers, ice covering the scientist's body in slow, inescapable agony - after all, suffering begets suffering, two decades at the mercy of one whom created him only as a tool, whom experimented upon him daily to ensure his usefulness and naught else.
This may be a different one than his cruel creator, but the pain from years past manifests in burning rage, consuming in its coldness.
"Those whom gained their end now rest, or shall return. Your aid is unnecessary." She could attempt, if it offers her temporary purpose, yet little will bloom from already withered plants.
The ice enveloping the scientist turns to blazing flames, the shock of the temperature alone enough to steal a scream from the scientist's lips.
"Do you not agree his pain is deserving?" His gaze sharpens as he steps nearer to the girl - who... he still lacks a name for. Whilst she may prove annoying, having something to refer to her beyond an irritation would be beneficial, yet now seems an inopportune time to ask.
"You relished in attempting to cause me pain... I don't see reason for judgement, unless you wish to join him." The traces of a smile curve upon their lips as they quell the flames to again turn to ice, the illusion fading for the scientist to face the likely even crueler reality.
what if we killed an evil scientist together??? haha jk... unless?
Yuna took a breath. No one. She didn't know if she should be grateful, or sad. No one to save, no one to mourn. Provided, of course, that the person in front of her was telling the truth, and, for a reason that she could discern, Yuna was inclined to believe that he wasn't a liar. Or, at least, he would not tell her something that he knew to be a lie. It was strange, that even though she hated them, she was inclined to trust them. Or, at least, their words.
"What he has done is unforgivable," Yuna replied, voice steady even as her enemy drew nearer (the enemy of her enemy was not her friend, especially when they were torturing someone to death on the table near her). "But no one deserves such unnecessary pain. If you want him dead so badly, why do you not just kill him?" Yuna knew that some people were nonredeemable, that the world would be better off without them. But the moment you chose to torture them, to bring pain...the moment you took the life of an innocent, or more lives than could possibly be justified or right...that was the line.
She bristled at the accusation, and Tagata hissed on her shoulder, brandishing his knife - a clear threat should the person (as much as she disliked them, a name would certainly be useful) come any closer. "I did not relish in causing you pain. You were trying to kill me, and had in the past. I was defending myself, and others that I am sure you have struck down." Her knuckles were tight around the staff, repressed anger and fear both expressed in her deathgrip of Nirvana. Yuna knew, and she hated it, that in physical ability she was outclassed. If he decided to stab her here, instead of trying to match her on her own terms, like they had back in the forest.
Yuna, refusing to let him have the last word, turned away, walking back through the doorway. In the hallway, no water to shape except the bloody puddles, no one to sing except the screams that still echoed, she took a breath, and commenced the Sending. Maybe, by the time she finished, that scientist would be dead, and her enemy gone.
"Did he not cause many such pain?" And worse, given the months many may stay trapped object to whatever experiments the scientist sees fit to conduct, endless days incomparable to the minutes he has felt pain at their own hand. "His suffering is necessitated."
The pain of the scientist before him is what Hojo deserved - among much worse given the decades lied to, treated far more as test subject than living being - so perhaps, projection is occurring to some degree. It matters not, as the man whom endlessly experimented upon him and countless others remains dead in another world, and this still nameless scientist will earn a similar fate.
Still, she holds some logic, albeit, not in any fact of none deserving unnecessary pain, but simply of the fact that if they wish him dead, he should die. No knowledge is held of any powers beyond the natural, nor any friends he may or may not have to intrude and attempt to rescue him - and whilst he holds assurance that any threats would quickly fall, it would stand as an annoyance.
She departs before he may speak in return, and so, the blade within his grasp shifts towards his target, plunging directly through the heart of the bastard as another scream echoes, and predictably, life bleeds from his eyes, the last breath escapes his lips, and as the sword is bluntly pulled from his chest, he slumps to the ground.
The cat behind him follows closely, deftly avoiding the increasingly pooling blood that covers the ground in crimson, stains his footprint scarlet as he nears the doorway.
Whilst he believed satisfaction would be sourced from ending his life, naught but hollowness is felt, a dwelling emptiness where nothing has dwelled for years beyond what is fleeting. Regardless, outwardly, nothing is expressed as he faces the girl in the hallway as magic stirs, serenity and misery alike occupying the air.
"Who are you?" Their ideals may endlessly clash with the care for even those unseen dwelling within her heart and the coldness within his own, yet her abilities are… respectable. A name seems deserving.
There was something...cleaner, better about this castle once the Sending had been completed. No longer would the souls of those that had died here be trapped. In Pandora, Sendings worked differently. So few souls were formed out of pyreflies, but still they lingered, bound by regrets or pain, or unfinished business. When she did a Sending, at times, it seemed like she could hear a voice, thankiing her, or sometimes cursing her name. As if the souls of these people naturally became Unsent, but without bodies.
Yuna thought it must be a hellish existence.
She finished, bidding farewell to the final, bone white (and how strange it was, that souls here were not the multicoloured wisps that were pyreflies, but instead white, and somehow more concrete than they souls that Yuna had known all of her life) soul, as it flowed through her hands like water, whispering a quiet goodbye to the world it had known. She felt...better, for that. There were still whimpers, and she would seek them out soon, but the dead were at peace, as they deserved, and she was grateful.
And she had company. It was odd, in retrospect, that Yuna had met this man so often, and yet she did not know their name. And they, apparently, did not know hers. How was it that she had encountered them so often, and ye-- ah, because they kept trying to kill one another. She hadn't had time. "Yuna," she answered. A part of her didn't want to be polite, wanted to be spiteful, refuse to show him the respect that they had shown her, but... "A summoner of Spira. Who are you?"
It is admittedly odd to have a moment of breath without incessant argumentation, manipulation, combat between them, with the honesty crafting a distinctive shift in the air never before experienced between them. Whilst not odd given their hostile interactions with most, given the abundance of times their paths have just happened to intersects, truth seems required to spill at one point, and however wary, it now exists.
Fleeting, perhaps, yet real among this moment.
Yuna. A simplistic name for a mirroring appearance and ideals matching that of any other optimistic child, even if hers are clung to with more resolve than most - enough to invoke him to flee near death whilst he formerly would face any threat until the end, if only because the permanence of death within this realm without the lifestream remains unknown.
His own titles are abundant - angel, demon, SOLDIER, chosen ruler, yet he offers none. "Sephiroth." A name chosen likely by one whom inspired such resentment toward the scientist, yet retained nonetheless.
For once, there's an odd silence, no more whimpering of the near dead, only blood still tripping from steel to the ground beneath them. Socialization has never been a particular skill, and given the circumstances, it would be better to depart, yet curiosity still dwells.
"You cling to summoning… is it inherent?" Do those abilities come naturally, or after long years of study, resources to do such? "How do you summon such beings?" Presumably across realms, too; it's enough to ensnare his attention temporarily, despite hatred dwelling for all she stands for.
Yuna loathed this man, this Sephiroth, hatred borne of betrayal and a chance once given. She had healed his wounds, tried to help, and received nothing but frustration in return. Yuna tried to see the best in everyone, give everyone a chance, but she had given him a chance and he had wasted it, and given her nothing in return.
The drip of blood not yet dried echoed in the background, but Yuna put it out of her mind. She didn't know when he would turn on her, and she couldn't afford to let her guard down. This wouldn't go well if she did, and though the strange moment in which their goal aligned had brought a kind of peace, a small truce between them, they both knew that it was unlikely to last. They were too different, too likely to clash and argue for peace to be an option.
"I have a bond with them," Yuna replied. It felt...safe, to answer that at least. The Fayth could not be forced to create a contract, and as long as she did not go into detail there was no way for him to know how to weaken her. "I call on them, and they answer me, and lend me their aid. A method impossible for someone like you."
She claims a bond with those she summons, leeches from their power to negate her natural weakness - and if one as simple as she may draw upon their abilities, undoubtedly, the same should remain a possibility for any, particularly those possessing more innate abilities.
Such summoning should hardly be necessary amongst the amount of power he holds, yet with death having approached time and time before (and evaded), it may offer security, a manner to further ensure failure shall never approach.
She speaks of impossibility, invoking a sharpened gaze, a smirk curling upon their lips as a palpable challenge against such bold claims. "What have you to offer them in turn? The relationship must be mutually benefitial." No being of such power is wholly selfless, and whilst they may aid, the power of others must possess a cost even she can afford. He steps nearer, ever calculating, curious. "Do you intend for me to believe beings of such power remain as attached to morality as you? I lack a reason to believe you speak aught but lies."
His words accompany a threat, perhaps, a blade still resting in his grasp, the power used to kill but moments before in every inch of his veins, yet should information be offered - if only details to satiate still dwelling curiosity, no fight is necessitated.
"I asked their aid, and so they help me," Yuna replied, her tone solid, almost challenging in how assertive it was. "The Fayth gave up their lives in order to assist summoners such as myself. I doubt that they would offer the same services to you." There were those that became summoners seeking power. Instead of wishing to defeat Sin, they became summoners for their own personal gain, and though they sometimes succeeded, their Aeons were weaker than other summoners, then summoners who's heart and soul shared the same goal as the Fayth.
It was clear that Sephiroth was wishing to attain the power of summoning for his own personal gain, but Yuna was sure that, even if he could see the Fayth, that they would not lend him the aid he sought. Perhaps Yojimbo, if the man in front of her had the material means with which to hire the mercenary Aeon, but Yuna doubted that that was so, hoped that that was so. She did not think that she could fight a being such as him if he had access to Yojimbo's power. "I have formed a bond with them, asked for their help in vanquishing an enemy we share, and so I can call on their power." Her voice turned hard, sharp, as she continued.
"The power that almost killed you."
"I mean for you to believe that not all with power look down on those weaker than them. And your reason, is obvious. What reason would I have to lie to you about a power that you cannot hope to grasp?" Yuna, grasping Nirvana in one hand, turned her other palm face-up, calling upon her own pyreflies. The will-o'-wisp-like things appeared briefly, hovering just above her palm, before vanishing. "Someone like you, who hurt those that try to help you, injure those that heal you... the power of the Fayth is far out of your reach, you see."
She still stands firm with every word - it's nearly respectable, how stubborn she remains despite the death which befell her at his own hand, yet so closely intertwined with the outlines of acknowledgement lies irritation. Burning hatred for her determination, for a figure whom mirrors the one before him in her power, death, and lingering influence.
Should it be further pressed, her mind brought to a point of breaking so that any desired information could be offered with ease, undoubtedly, the truth of any potential use of these proclaimed Fayth would manifest. Yet power already rests within veins forged to triumph over the blood of any ordinary soul, a will steeled to endure death again, again, again with innate abilities negating the need for reliance on any other being. Further solidifying such power by drawing upon that of others may be partially beneficial, yet it is unnecessary.
"Almost killed me," It's a cold, cruel echo; far more condescending than an admittance of any amount of weakness should sound. "Even death itself has failed to stop me… But you are unworthy of invoking such an end." His voice remains smooth to her sharpness, unwavering, entirely unaffected. Perhaps, amused at the prospect of a child believing herself deserving of commanding his fate.
"You would lie to protect." The ghost of a smile traces their lips, words ever dripping with poisoned honey, leeched of sweetness and replaced with eternal coldness. "One day, such reliance will fail you… And interesting as such a prospect may be, the power I was chosen to wield shall never fail me." Meaningless creatures hover in her palm, a staff in the other - consuming dependence on that which may be stolen away.
More speech is meaningless when there is naught to gain without the unnecessary expenditure of time and effort, and so, he disappears as easily as he came, the darkness swallowing where he stood but a moment ago.
Tagata, on her shoulder, hissed, forked tongue out of his mouth. Yuna took a deep breath, and then another, and then another. She couldn't afford to rise to the bait. He was clearly wanting a fight, and she refused to give him one. Not on his terms. If she was going to fight him, she would not do it here. One of her summons, the only hope that she had to beat him, would ruin this castle. The act of summoning in itself could bring the old building falling apart around them, and she couldn't risk that. So instead she said nothing, for a moment.
"And you were unworthy of killing me, but I did not say such a thing of you," she replied. "You hide behind words to cover your weakness, your fear that someone out there can match you in power. You conflate power and strength, and that will be your downfall." Yuna stood strong, eyes burning with a quiet certainty, resolve in her stance.
"You delude yourself into believing that I'm lying, frightened that there is a power beyond your reach, not because of where it is, or what you are, but because of who you are. I could take you to talk to Bahamut, and watch your face as he repeats what I've said," Yuna paused, and smiled slightly. "But you will never accept the possibility that what you cling to makes you weaker than I will ever be."
She watched him turn and leave, lost to the dark. Yuna wished that that was the last time that she'd see him, but she knew it wouldn't work that way.
Putting this out to announce we'll be having a Moon Destruction Album release coming out the day of the big boom, come pick up a physical album at your local record store or download it off starknet...or just steal I ain't a cop.
basically for those who don't wanna click on the spoiler in my previous status, the short version is that I'll be taking a weeklong (possibly longer or shorter) break from posting and I'm really sorry if you're waiting on me