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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2018 19:44:23 GMT -5
Cissnei tilted her head at Kairi in plain confusion. “ this is how the boys supposed to look, but it’s not him?” she thought to herself. “ is he some sort of……clone?” her mind automatically strayed to the time of Genesis and his clones. It was the only explanation she could possibly think of now. If the boy wasn’t a twin, then it made sense. She didn’t think anyone else on the planet, aside from Shinra, much less anyone else in the galaxy could have that kind of Technology. She had always assumed, even as a child, that the planet had the most advanced technology out there. Guess it went to show just how little she actually knew.
The silver haired boy didn’t seem as threatening as Genesis nor as calm and wise as Angeal. Despite all that Kairi seemed more on her guard around him. where he seemed relaxed around her.He gave her the power pretty much to call all the shots on how she felt like treating him. Even so, the tension between them, Cissnei could probably slice with a blade of grass. Most of it protruding from Kairi. At least that is what the former Turk perceived it as. One thing that she could confidently say about these two in front of her, was that they very clearly knew each other. They perceived each other in a different lights, and From this it was possible to gather that if she was going to be going around with these two children, she was going to have to find the perfect balance between how the two of them reacted with one another in order to interact with them properly. Being careful so it didn’t feel one sided.
As if answering her questions about the Clones, the so-called replica Riku spoke his name. Cissnei’s eyes widened in Surprise. It wasn’t because she was unfamiliar with clones and replicas, but because how different this one was. Normally they seemed to be mindless dolls just obeying what their original or creator had created them for. The boy before her seemed much more lifelike then any clone that she had met.
Now the two Children’s explanation made perfect sense, it was right in front of her, yet she still couldn’t believe it. He seemed more human the most actual humans she has encountered.
“Riku- replica? Repliku?” Cissnei chuckled slightly. “kid, no offense, but you need a new name.” She smiled at him and crossed her arms, placing her hip further to the right side of her so that she was putting most of her weight on her left leg. “ what’s wrong with simply being called Riku? Calling yourself a replica probably doesn’t do very much for the self-esteem. Even if it is true. Trust me, you’re more full of life than any replica I have ever seen.” She placed her hand up to her chin in thought. After a moment or two she spoke again. “ if being called Riku bothers you so much……how about we call you Ree or Rai?” she suggested. “hmmmm, maybe even, Raikou?” Cissnei attempted to play with the sounds in Riku's name. All this made her think back to her transforming name. That was a story for a different time, and yet it’s still brought a warm smile to her face, and especially to her heart. “ I’ll call you whatever you want, but just throwing those ones out there.”
Cissnei fell silent as the replica and Kairi interacted. When Kairi mentioned that they needed to get rid of that and gave the replica a knowing look, the former Turk saw an opportunity to tease a little bit and took it. “uuuuuuummmm, did you just gestured with your eyes to all of him?” she chuckled out.
Cissnei found her eyes getting wide again as replica Riku started to blurt things out about a Larxene and getting electrocuted. For some reason his statement made her mind picture and overly characterized, female Reno. The character she imagined was laughing while trying to stun things with its electricity. Lazily swinging her Rod around trying to sound cool, confident and Sly, when in actuality you just want to take his cocky looking face and dash it in a wall a few times. But, Cissnei’s thoughts digressed. An unamused expression came across the former Turk’s features. Part of her wanted to facepalm because even though the image in her head was beyond ridiculous….. it wasn’t that far from….. Reno.
“ actually I do have a suggestion?” Cissnei piped up with a smile. “ when I came in, there were signs pointing to different shops.” She pointed to the direction she had came in from. “ it’s possible they might have Tailor of some sort.” She had lots more questions, including on finding out more about Larxene and whatever it was she used to attempt to electrocute the silver haired boy. Something else also peaked her interest. The boy mentioned the fashion in which he traveled. She had already asked quite a few questions. She wanted to hear their answers so those and gauge their reactions.
Cissnei started to walk towards the shops that she had seen earlier, unless one of the other two stoped her with a different suggestion. “You two coming, or are you taking up jobs as statues now.” She said lightheartedly with more of an air of teasing.
(OOC: Sorry that this took forever. I would say from this point on if I don’t post within a week, to go ahead just skip me, and I’ll pop back in on the next round)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2018 5:09:33 GMT -5
"Larxene? Who's that?" Kairi questioned, confusion written all over her voice. The tension in her voice never wavered, still lingering there. Although her Keyblade was hidden away somewhere with the magic entrusted her, she could easily summon it again if he was pulling some form of trickery.
The moment Cissnei mentioned that there was 'nothing wrong with him going by Riku', Kairi felt a surge of anger well up within her. "He can't be called Riku. I know Riku," she emphasised, knowing that she might have appeared a little rude to the newcomer.
Kairi pondered for a moment, trying to think of ways that would lower the damage of elemental damage inflicted. The answer came to her mind in an instant. "Not just tailored clothes would help. Accessories too," she said, remember seeing those Moogles around. How they managed to find good things that would benefit them in battle, Kairi didn't know, but they did their job pretty well, especially when Radiant Garden was frequented by adventurers from all over the world.
"C'mon, Repliku," she finally offered, uncertain as how else to address him but that. As far as she was concerned, he was a painful of a past that she thought had passed. Clearly, she was wrong. Even if his intentions were truly that of the innocent, it was difficult to dissociate him from the Heartless, especially with their emblem imprinted on him just like that, like it was sewn into every fibre of his being.
TAGGED // @tochi @cissnei NOTES // There you go. Sorry for the late reply.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2018 10:31:21 GMT -5
"Electricity wielding member of the Organization," spat Repliku as he followed them, thinking of which new name would be the best one for himself. Preferably one that did not have an R in it because he didn't want to be confused, or connected to his template at all if he could avoid such an occurrence, if at all possible. "She's a real piece of work. Tried to fry me when I tried to 'borrow' a Black Coat so I could avoid using this dark suit because Corridors of Darkness are my only form of travel at present, something that I find extremely annoying," growled the Replica. "In addition, if you encounter her, Kairi there is one piece of advice I would give you, if you know as little about combat as I do at present. Flee. It's that simple. Between her ability to make clones of herself, and her other techniques she is too dangerous to confront on your own. When I am stronger I have to throw a wrench in whatever plans she has for Namine, if she and Marluxia are still trying such." sighed the replica. "And yes, I do need a new name. It's one of the things I am searching for. The ones you have suggested are all good options and I believe I will think them over," said the replica, as he looked at the two of them.
"I will also need someone to teach me how to fight," sighed the Replica. "For likely, I will have another encounter with her because I am determined any plans she has involving Namine will not succeed, no matter what I must do to stop them. Once we've obtained the new clothing, and accessories, do you mind if we find someone to teach me how to fight?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2018 14:45:40 GMT -5
Cissnei put her hands up in defense as Kairi seemed dead set on make sure she understood that the kid before them was not "Her Riku", and therefore shouldn't possible be allowed to share the same name. Names weren't all that important to the older women anyhow. She herself bore many different names. She didn't care what people called her, and found it odd that the other girl appeared too. "Alright Alright. Calm down." The former Turk said to Kairi not knowing whether she admired the girl for her audacity or wanted to strangle her for it. She just wanted to move on from the subject and thought it best to just cave in to the girl. It didn't seem to particularly bother the Riku look-alike either. So she turned to him. "I won't call you Riku." She sighed. "....Repliku it is." Cissnei stepped aside to let Kairi lead the way and fell in step next to Repliku. She honestly felt bad for him. It seemed that he has known nothing but hostility and not an ounce of kindness. She had a feeling that the motherly side of her, as her coworkers would have put it, was about to come out. She listened to the young man talk about this Larxene, a Marluxia, and a Namine. None of those names meant anything to her, nor had she ever recalled reading any information on them. Still, notes were taken in the back of her mind as she attempted to piece together and understand everything. For the most part she stayed silent till the end, just listening. "So this Larxene can clone herself? I wonder how close it is to what I have encounter before?" Cissnei questioned as Her mind wondered to Genesis and Angeal. Thoughts of the two made her think even more of Planet "......" She looked at her phone and wondered if Tseng even got her message. Not that the man would message her back instantaneously, and she wasn't expecting him too. He was probably pissed at her to say the least. The two were fairly close....he practically helped raise her. Now, he may very well have to put a bullet into her after this stunt. It kind of pulled at her heart strings a little, but she would rather be dead then work for anyone who was like the late President ShinRa again. She had to be sure. Then a thought of Tseng reading the message and simply sighing in frustration, rolling his eyes, and wishing she would stop this childish game, crossed her mind. That, for some reason, made her smile gentle at the device in her hand. "If I live through this, I'll make it up to you." She thought fondly. The Replica's voice talking about finding someone to train him brought her back to the present. "Well what kind of weapon do you use? Short, Mid, long?" Cissnei turned her head to look directly at him. "I might not look like much, but I might be able to help gage your abilities. Granted I am a bit rusty. Perhaps I even will be able to point you in a direction of someone who can help." She offered. She wasn't sure if this other person would be willing to help, or if she would simply be making more a monster out of this, but at least this would give her insight on her own endeavors. Kairi @tochi (OOC: Sorry this took so long. A lot got in the way. I would say if i don't posted with in a week from this point on, to skip me and I'll jump back in when I can)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2018 12:52:15 GMT -5
Kairi took a step closer to him at the mention of Naminé, clearly fraught with worry for her Other. She saw the difference in the way this faux Riku behaved and how her friend would behave. The Riku she knew would give as much detail as possible without revealing the how he truly felt about the situation; the Princess knew that Riku would prefer to keep anybody from further worrying about the situation.
She could only sigh inwardly as she glared at the boy carrying the image of one of her best friends.
"What do you mean by 'whatever plans she has for Naminé'? Where is she?" Kairi demanded, desperate for answers at this point. The girl could feel the magic tingling at her fingertips, as though her Keyblade could sense her distress and was itching to re-materialise within the palm of her hand. She willed the feeling away, wanting to focus on the task at hand: getting answers.
"Tell me everything you know," she requested in the most civilised manner before turning to Cissnei, finally addressing her once again. "Thanks for assisting us but I've got to get answers from him first."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2018 14:16:05 GMT -5
The heart was a curious yet powerful thing. Capable of compelling oneself to decisions, adhering so strongly to a belief, yet ever so whimsical, ever so fragile for all its potential. There was a calm, quiet stillness that flowed over his body. Sephiroth had experienced this for quite some time until the accursed interruption of that failure confronting him. Driving himself to maintain himself in a form--any form, not exactly tangible--was far from a struggle until then. He relied on burning revenge cycling through his mind to regain the essence of himself, slowly rebuilding himself through sheer will. It was a single-minded thought, but it was much similar to training drills and repetition. Using weapons, reporting missions--all simple rote memorization of procedure. So, repeating his hatred over and over for survival was at least a familiar process in principle. He pulled what he granted himself from the Lifestream, as it was his birthright to have it as his will. However, as he cycled through commands for his survival and felt his eyes sliding open, the location would seem at first- entirely alien.
Pushing himself up--he could stand again on his own legs--he opened his eyes to the breath of cool night air around him, the slightest spray of water against his face. His arm bumped against something as he moved it. Sephiroth saw he was wedged between a fountain and a wall, his Masamune propped precariously against the wall. His eyes narrowed and he turned his head from side to side. None of the familiar signatures of the Lifestream--his leash for Gaia itself--were present as he stood in the sleepy little town. He recalled knowledge from his clones and jobs performed, finding the architecture akin to Nibelheim’s in a way, but certainly different.
It was not the will of simply the Planet for him to survive his confrontation, it was a greater will that drove him to become recreated and rebuilt into a new being. The safety brought to him by his mother's blessing of longevity was a predictable verification of his destiny. But that did not answer the questions of his current location. A brief exploration of the skyline brought back the memories, the name of this meager shantytown resounding in his mind as he took in the smoking chimneys, the multi-colored leaves that blew on the wind, the various pumpkins that adorned the doorsteps of each abode. The darkness of a certain heart called to him, beckoned him back to this place of suffering. It would seem the droll little town had survived the horde of Heartless seen during his last visit. Still it limped on, like a wounded animal that refused to give in to the whispers of death that called to it. Perhaps Cloud still lingered here in hopes to heal the wounds of these sad, hopeless people. What could such a frail light hope to accomplish? What could such weakness heal within these breaking hearts?
Ever the fool the despairing lone wolf.
To occasionally run with the pack, only to eventually stray upon its own path. All the easier to cut down, when separated from its beloved companions. He would not deny the darkness within him this time, Sephiroth would make certain of it. Though such acceptance would not come so willingly. Only when everything had been stripped from his grasping hands, when every flickering shimmer of light had left his heart, consumed by despair- could Cloud finally be granted the gift of death. Sephiroth would deliver all the pain owed unto him before such a blessing. All that remained was to find where he had escaped to. A simple task in of itself, even if the usual places had already been scoured thoroughly. A creature of habit could only hide from him for so long, no matter how dire it wished the inevitable to be hollow of that truth.
Another rooftop felt the weight of his presence, cat-like eyes scouring the nearest streets for any signs of that familiar head of hair, glimmer of that bastardized sword, or anyone that might hold a string to the puppet’s heart. The banter from a group not far from his search would catch the man’s attention, warranting it enough that he would come to watch them from another roof above. An inquisitor in pink would demand to know plans of someone from the strangely dressed youth, while a familiar suit watched on. The latter intrigued him, simply for how she resembled a Turk from his memories. He wasn’t sure where he had seen this one before, yet he was quite certain the resemblance was more than a mere coincidence. Either way- if she was watching these kids, they must hold some interest from the puppeteer behind this girl’s strings. Were she really as Turk, Shinra wanted something from either of these peculiar teens. Perhaps it would be in his interest to find out exactly what that was.
The masamune would manifest, ethereal cyan tendrils extending to its length before a flash would make it whole. He could feel the familiar weight within his sword arm, a comfort welcomed every chance he would take to feel it. A brief raise of the weapon, dim sunlight would glimmer off the blade, seconds before it was brought back down to his side with force. A single cut would belie a trinity of energy waves, which would sail through the air to crack and fracture the stone near the group’s feet. Air, dust, and debris would forcibly shoot airborne, the sound of thunder booming the vicinity upon impact of the attacks. As the air would seek to clear, Sephiroth would step from the roof, before gracefully descending to the street as the physics of his fall would seem incomprehensible. Boots touched upon the earth with an otherworldly silence about them, while the settling of dust and granulated stone pebbled the ground where the waves had struck. Staring each of them down with a wintry coldness, Sephiroth awaited a foolishly emotional retaliation, or any response warranted from his provocation. He had intentionally missed on purpose after all.
1) used Fervent Blow on the street near group's feet. 2 & 3) N/A @tochi @cissnei Kairi
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2018 14:23:30 GMT -5
Surprised by the suddenness of the attack that hit near their feet, Repliku was knocked off balance by the attack and struggled before managing to get himself back on his feet. "All I know is whatever plans she has do not involve Sora. They probably involve Namine but I don't want to put her at risk, so I'll have to probably get strong enough to take her out." Repliku paused for a moment. "Short range, to answer your question." He said to the other woman. "And by whatever she has planned, I mean I do not know. She is at a castle I wish to blow up with extreme prejudice castle. It is called Castle Oblivion. I was only there because I need a black coat to be part of my new clothes, Kairi. Who's the jerk who blasted us?" asked the wincing in pain copy of Riku who had not appreciated the blast that had struck him.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2018 18:59:34 GMT -5
"Seriously, who is this Naminé girl?" Cissnei thought as the girl in question name had riled the Auburn hair girl up even more. Who ever she was she sounded like she was either in a lot of trouble or about to be. None of it really concerned the ex-turk. It wasn't like the girl was her mission or target. A smirk ended up play across her features as these thought came to mind. There she goes again. Thinking like a Turk. Focusing purely on what would benefit the company. Gathering information with a one tracked mind and only retaining enough of everything else incase it need to be recalled for later, but not dwelling on it. She had to remind herself that she didn't work as a Turk at the moment, nor did she work for anyone but herself. She honestly didn't know who to work for herself. This was all very new and a bit overwhelming. Cissnei walked along side the children, lost in thought and only half heartedly listening to what they were saying. Next thing she knew debris was being kicked up in her face with an earth shattering boom. The woman's hands instinctively reached out to grab ahold of the two teens to shield them from the debris. One hand attempted to reach for Kairi's hood and pull her back behind the former Turk. The other hand flew out to grab ahold of the replica's belts around his waist to do the same for him, but she misjudged were he and the belts were and ended up missing him. The young man fell to the ground and Cissnei's hand, that failed to claim him. instead swooped up to shield her eyes. The coopered hair lady coughed a few times and waved her hand to try to clear the air around her to see what had happened. To her astonishment, as the boy got back to his feet. He was still talking, answering the question that Kairi had asked as if nothing happened. Once the dust cleared Cissnei stiffened as her eyes laid on the figure straight a head. People around the town were panicking and running for cover at the sudden disturbance. ....This wasn't good. How was this even possible? was this just a left over copy? All these question were now over shadowing the mind of the former turk. Any question she had for Kairi or Repliku about Namine or themselves had been pushed away. Of all the people to suddenly run into from her world....why did it have to be him. Getting caught by a Turk or Rufus, himself, would have been way more welcomed then this. "Kairi? I think your answers are going to have to wait." She addressed the other female without taking her eyes off the man in front of them. Was it possible that he recognized her. She didn't have her blazer or tie on. She had left back on her motorcycle for this very same reason, She didn't want someone to recognize her and report back to ShinRa. Granted...it wasn't much of a wardrobe change, but she figured she was low enough on the recognition scale in and outside of ShinRa. She wasn't a highend bodyguard/employee like Tseng, Reno, Rude, even Elena. There was no way someone like him recognized her. Then again, with the way he was looking at her, she was beginning to have her doubts. The fact that Repliku didn't seem to know who the man in front of them was honestly surprised her. That was the final straw, even though she was looking Sephiroth dead in the eyes right now, there wasn't a soul on Planet that didn't know him. She really was on a different world. The device she commandeered from ShinRa's office had actually worked. That scientist or inventor was going to need a raise. After all, they just made a device that could put you on other worlds without the use of ships. " He...He is going to make your Larxene seem like an Angel." Cissnei answered Repliku in the same fashion she spoke to Kairi just moments ago, without taking her eyes off of the other silver hair man. Well, the kid did want training. Looks like he might ended up getting a crash course. "Hello, Sephiroth." She spoke to the one winged Angel rather casually and calmly on the outside. Inside, was a different story all together. Cissnei had completely dropped the innocent civilian act the moment the man had shown up. Protective and Turk mood had been activated. Her thoughts were getting the two teens to safety. Her hand was now in the pocket of her dress slacks with her Phone device. She was squeezing it so hard that she was sure her knuckles were turning white. "No sudden movements, don't take your eyes off him, and don't act unless he does. Fight to get away if necessary. Don't engage in attempts for victory, you'll loose." were her thoughts as she analyzed the situation. "What brings you here?"
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