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[He remembers climbing stairs, counting them out of habit - a trick of training observational skills taught in elementary anatomy over four decades ago. Fifty five and not even halfway up. So many steps for such a tired old man. So many lights, blurred by the Midgar rain with its tinge of green bringing the smell of acid and regret.

Sephiroth - the singular thought. Hojo's own life and that of the Silver General's, cumulating to this spectacular moment. Sephiroth - the only true success, he who exceeded all of Hojo's grandest predictions and is about to do so again.

A vial of glowing green and several capsules rest in a metal case within Hojo's inner pocket - the promises of his last surrender. The sound of his heartbeat is as loud as that of rain striking metal at his feet. Hojo is happy. About to give up everything to see Sephiroth rise and cast off the last chains which bind him to humanity, the professor finds himself truly happy, for the first time in years.

Until the flash goes off in his peripheral vision, and he stumbles.

And wakes up in another place of lights, without the rain.]


What-

What is this? [There is a slight note of panic in his voice, the sound of shuffling as he takes a few tentative steps. The next jumble of words come out in the low, urgent tone of one who is accustomed to speaking to himself.]

Hallucinatory side-effects of the J-cell treatment? But- the calculated induction dose should be too low to penetrate into the central nervous system. The rate of infection is slow, initially slow- It is the next dose which contains the lipophilic mutagen-

[A few choppy breaths, then a growl of frustration:] Sephiroth!

[voice]

Date: 2010-02-05 04:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tinymakoaddict.livejournal.com
[Bit of a pause.]

I am Shelke th- ...I am Shelke Rui. I doubt you have forgotten me.

[voice]

Date: 2010-02-05 04:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tinymakoaddict.livejournal.com
That is not my name anymore. Deepground is gone, and the Tsviets are dead.

[She doesn't bother to answer his question.]

[voice]

Date: 2010-02-05 04:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tinymakoaddict.livejournal.com
As I survived, I can hardly be called the most fragile anymore.

The winner.

[voice]

Date: 2010-02-05 05:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tinymakoaddict.livejournal.com
Deepground started a war they could not win, and during it they attempted to have me killed. I did the logical thing and switched sides. They lost.

No. It is simply a habit I have not broken yet.

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