Title: .midnight in the garden}}
Description: Sephiroth's Audition
Sephiroth Crescent - March 28, 2008 03:14 AM (GMT)
The roar of the crowd, the raging screams, the cheers of approval all flooding through the coliseum; a true ambience of excitement, to most people anyway. For the lone man standing in the center of the massive stone ring however this was not the case. Irritably he stood rooted to his spot, silver hair flowing almost serenely in the wind as the black cloak lifted up and down in a slow motion. Emerald eyes studied the enemies before him, a simple group of twenty or so samurai nobodies all waiting in four rows of five for their chance to take on the One-Winged Angel, how pathetic they looked running bouncing up and down on their nonexistent feet just waiting for the gong to sound and start the battle. Sephiroth was in no mood to wait either though, he’d come here to entertain his boredom and possibly get an audience with a certain blue haired god. He didn’t have time to wait for simple spectators to fill in the seats to cheer him on. He didn’t need that, not Sephiroth. He killed his to kill, for the simple joy of purging the world of inferior beings. If these people wanted to see his battle so bad they could catch the highlights after the match. He just wanted that blasted tone to ring.
Finally the tone rang out from the stands. Instinctively Sephiroth dropped back into a blade drawing stance waiting for one of the nobodies to become brave enough to come for its death. Sure enough, one of them managed to muck up the courage to charge towards the dark clad SOLDIER. It drew closer to him, drawing its blade as it prepared to strike only to be met with a blinding silver flash and the cold feeling of metal against nothingness. Defeated the first of twenty disappeared back into the nothingness from whence it was born. The rest would soon follow after tasting the furry of the One-Winged Angel. He was prepared for a fight on this day; even if these foolish nobodies didn’t get the hint that the only real way to harm him would involve playing the numbers game wisely. Nineteen remained, and nineteen more would fall on this day.
Rising to his full height, Sephiroth stared down the remaining nobodies with his deadly glowing stare. His gaze was returned in full by the still living creatures as they prepared to attack him. They all rushed him at once, finally deducing that if they all ganged up on him they may stand a chance; may being the key word. Against a man of Sephiroth’s caliber one needed to have a required level of power and know how to use one’s surroundings to their advantage. Mindless nobodies stood no chance of that when all they knew how to do was attack until they were dead. He’d grant them the swift death they deserved. Swinging his blade before him in a horizontal motion he cut through four more of the lifeless forms, thinning their numbers once again. With fourteen of them left he sprung into motion, a lavender aura springing up around his being as he disappeared form the vision of the crowd. He appeared to the left of the mass of nobodies, shooting out of a black portal to the darkness. Blade outstretched he twirled violently in a spiral manner, tearing through the mass until none of the monsters remained.
His body ground to a halt as the attack ended, sliding to edge of the now blade cut arena. Rising from the knee he’d fallen on Sephiroth sheathed his blade and stood before the crowd. They cheered him on having watched his conflict with the black and white monsters. They screamed his name as if he were some form of hero to them; him the master of darkness, the being bent on ridding the universe of people like these fools. He found himself wondering why he was cheered on like this. Was it because deep down everybody had a bit of monster in them? Was that it? ”Like it matters,” he muttered to himself in a menacing tone, ”I’ll destroy them all regardless.”
-{Lazy, used sample rp for audition}-
Sora - March 29, 2008 12:44 AM (GMT)
Battling heartless, searching for his friends, trying to defeat those in Darkness...nothing had really changed. In all honesty, Sora was beginning to become a little frustrated. A year had passed and still there was little to no sign of his friends. They had been so close to defeating Ansem...so close to saving Riku and returning to their homes. How could it all have gone so horribly, horribly wrong? The lad was so sure that they would win and the light would prevail. For some reason he felt like they had. Yen Sid had mentioned "strange happenings" that were occurring in the worlds., he remembered. Whatever that man.
"He can be so weird." The boy muttered sourly as he wandered into the Coliseum. Perhaps Phil or Hercules came across the animal-cartoons. He could not find either right away, but heard cheering from the Arena. 'Hercules must be putting on a show.' With a grin he started to walk toward the arena, wondering what kind of fierce monster or savage beast the hero could be fighting. Upon arriving at the entrance, however, Sora only found a tall man finishing off a group of creatures. The creatures were familiar - Yen Sid had told him about them.
The crowd continued to cheer loudly, their voices rising as far as the heavens. Most would try to encourage them or take a bow or something. This man did nothing but stand there. Sora tilted his head, a confused expression on his face. He did notice that the man seemed slightly familiar, like they had met, but he couldn't remember from where. Shrugging it off he continued to linger at the entrance, just waiting for a good moment to approach. Or see if he could find the goat man and demi-god....with an event going on one of them had to be around...
[[ ooc;; ...sorry >.< ]]
Sephiroth Crescent - March 30, 2008 01:14 AM (GMT)
Flicking a loose silver lock from his field of vision Sephiroth began to leave the scarred battlefield, having spent more than enough time enjoying the roar of the crowd. Lifting a booted foot from the scarred ground the man approached the entrance to the battlefield, heading towards lobby that led to the battlefield and the entrance to the underworld. Approaching the doorway the angle came across a rather peculiar site. A young boy with brown hair standing before the doorway as if waiting for something or someone. The child, while harmless enough had positioned himself before the angel's path in a rather annoying manner and, being the man he was, Sephiroth made little effort to ask nicely for the young man to move.
Placing a hand on the shoulder of the lad Sephiroth made to shove the child out of his way. Remembering Sora full well from the battle they last had here in the coliseum and the decimation the boy had suffered the angel felt no need to repeat the fight, but gaining an audience with that fool Hades required moving the boy from his path. "Move child," the man commanded of the smaller male as he shoved him aside, "you're blocking my path."
[ooc: mine ain't any better]
Sora - March 30, 2008 07:08 PM (GMT)
Large, blue eyes watched as the man turned, heading in his direction. It really hadn't occurred to Sora he might be heading for the doorway behind him. That nagging feeling of familiarity still pulled at him, but no matter how hard he tried to remember he couldn't. Maybe he just looked like someone he knew, but no one came to mind. The moment kind of reminded him when he was in the Jungle and saw a large castle in the slide show Jane showed him.
"Huh?" Sora blinked as the man placed his hand on his shoulder; normally it would be a friendly gesture, but even Sora could note the hostility.
"Move child," said the man as he pressed hard in a shove, causing the younger to stumble. "You're blocking my path." The teen recovered from the shock and gathered himself up, stomping forward and holding up a fist (not threateningly, mind). "Hey! Ever hear of saying 'please?' " He exclaimed, unclenching his fist and tossing his arm around to the side before relaxing. He furrowed his brow and wrinkled his nose a bit, an expression of childish stubbornness.
Then he paused, tilting his head and quirking a brow. "Don't I...know you from somewhere?"
[[ ooc;; lies ]]