Here lies a centralized place for any comments/questions/critiques/suggestions for me as to how I play Sephiroth.

Everything and anything's fair game, I just ask three things:

1) Please don't just use this as an opportunity to slag me off and spew vitriol at me. I've heard it all before, it doesn't impress me. Reasonable spelling and grammar is also a plus. Anything too terrible and I have a tendency of dropping you directly into the troll box and I will respond accordingly. I wouldn't like to mistake you for one if the complaint was legitimate.

2) Please give me an opportunity to... perhaps not defend myself, per se, but at least reply and explain why I do the things that I do. The best kind of suggestions are given and received this way.

3) Give me details? To a point, this one's really optional. But the more I understand your point of view, the better I can figure out what I'm doing right, wrong, backwards and completely inside out.


Other than that, anonymous commenting is on, IP logging is off, screening is... well, no I don't screen comments. I, er, don't really know how. Properly. You can PM if you don't want to join the ranks of Anon.

Taken from Aerith which proves he's a creepy stalker both in and out of character orz.

( Cut for long-winded )

[Should anyone be walking outside Community Housing Building 3 early in the afternoon, they'll find an odd sight--several tree trunks stacked neatly in one pile, the cut-off branches in another. A little off to the side of the entrance is Sephiroth, standing in a small area cleared of snow, for once stripped of his customary coat and pauldrons. He is instead wearing a gray shirt stretching precariously across his broad shoulders, crushing his wings, and his hair tied back and looped several times to avoid sticking to his back.

He's busy at work--several large pieces of sod have already been lifted off and set aside, and he's digging several shallow troughs in the dirt below.]

"Kweh!"

[He glances over at the dark shape picking its way delicately across the snow, a sardonic expression on his face.]

"For what else would I go through such trouble?"

"Wrrrgg."

(edit: Oh yes, mustn't forget to note that the other creature is, in fact, a chocobo. Also, replies will be happening in a couple hours--my torrents have skyrocketed for the first time in forever which means little bandwidth left for even navigating pages. That, and I also really need sleep. Sigh, humans.)

[Sephiroth's face appears in the book looking completely healed and faintly... puzzled]

Mother is... gone. She was with me, only a short while ago. Many of you might have heard some of what transpired--she was somewhat careless with the state of her book, although that was fixed soon enough.

And then it was as if she heard something. Felt something. She ran. When I went after her, she'd disappeared--out of sight, out of mind. Gone, and I couldn't--cannot--find her.

I would ask that you keep an eye out for her but... I have a feeling this disappearance is of a much more permanent sort.

[the journal cuts in with the steady crunch of boots on gravel--and then a quicker, lighter step following; Sephiroth's voice starts up]

"You know I don't need your help, yes?"

[and then... Faith?]

"Help hell. You are ten ways worth of creepy just showing up at my window and asking after borrowing an axe, you know that? Girl's gotta keep an eye on where and what her toys are going into, prettyboy."

"Don't call me that. And you forget the part where I mentioned this... errand... harms no one."

"Dude, you forget the part where that thing's an axe."

[Tromp tromp tromping away... if you're anywhere within the town you might well run into this odd picture that is one Sephiroth hefting a large fireman axe over one shoulder like a lumberjack, followed by dark-haired Slayer simply refusing to be left behind.]

[there's the sound of an impatient sigh followed by the unmistakable sound of a chocobo's complacent wrrg]

There isn't much point in following me, you know. They'll miss you at that park... wherever it's gone... sooner or later.

[a questioning wark? and then the soft sound of a reluctant skritching]

You're desert-born, aren't you? I had a mount... before. Adrammelech was taken from the Wasteland, and he could have been your twin.

[an indignant whistle, a pause, and then a quiet chuckle]

In appearance only, my lady.

[Sephiroth's sitting on the grass outside of Community Housing Building 3, talking idly to a large black chocobo that he met on his long traipse through Chocoland the other day before the park disappeared. And which determinedly went and followed him home. Do feel free to bother either him or the bird.

He's happily back in his usual fatigues, and for once, is completely content with the concept of pretending it never happened. If you look around, you'll see the charred remains of burnt leather Sailor fuku off to the side.]


(ooc: Mods, can he keep her? If not, I can just as easily have the chocobo disappear in the dead of night following this.)

[If anyone's up at this hour of the night, you might run into a slight, dainty-looking girl trudging along with an incongruously wide and slightly bulldozing step looking both disgruntled and slightly confused, all at the same time.

This would be Sephiroth, in the body of a girl, off on a desperate hunt for a mirror to ascertain by a look at his reflection exactly what his suspicions are already telling him. Namely that he knows this face, and these hands, and this body, and that he would very much rather be in anyone else's but hers. After all...]

Were it true, it would be irony indeed.


(Hey Lunare, haven't been able to catch you online so I just tossed up a post, hopefully for some backtagging abilities... hope that's okay with you? Poke me on AIM/PM if issues arise.)

[Sephiroth is where he almost never is--in his own apartment. He's been writing furiously on pages torn out of his journal, but one scrap actually makes it to the book proper.]



[Mama's been messing with his head, you see. He wasn't affected by the experiment last week, but she's spent it amping up her influence on his mind, and it's beginning to show.

There comes the sound of a crash on the door, and some loud clunking.]

What is th--

[a short pause; then decisively, calmly]

No.

[There is the sounds of a short, pitched fight with plenty of ringing steel, and then a loud roar of fire as one window and part of his wall explodes outwards. Anyone who comes running over to see what's the fuss will find Sephiroth gone, but his sword thrust into the dirt outside where it fell. Please take care of it, he'll be coming back for it.]

(ooc: For any characters that happen to be Ancients, Egyptians, well-read historians/scientists or the like, the above reads (probably incorrectly, you know how it is with these one-step translators) "What I have shown you is reality." It's the language that the glyphs in the Temple of Ancients are written in.)

[A quiet shuffling and then a faintly puzzled face peering into the journal.]

Zack? Where are you?

[Sephiroth's now just outside #50 looking creepy being ninja wondering where an old friend's at. A quick peek through the window said Zack's stuff looked like it was gone, but Sephiroth is pretty sure that if Zack had disappeared from Luceti, either he or Mother would have known.]

Cloud... what have you done?

[contented purrr]

Oh this is much better...

[Guess whose eyes are glowing like a Cure materia on steroids? Like a jolt of Lifestream straight to the heart--yes he likes this...]

I will hardly be the first to say that last week was positively... eventful. Not exactly what I was hoping for when I wished for a little excitement. And, since it seems the day to address certain people, now's as good a time as any other.

To Shiki: ...Did I leave my clothes there?

To Dean Winchester: Did you ever manage to make any use of the Cure?

To Zack: Are you still upset at me?

To Genesis, Angeal: Why, we need to have ourselves a good talk.

To Cloud, Luneth, and Ashelia: My thanks.

To Kadaj, Yazoo: Mother. You've found her, haven't you?

This... is a strange feeling. Memory, knowledge, all of it slipping away... gone.

What is happening to me?

I can't remember. For the life of me, I... can't remember.



(ooc: Sephiroth's gone and lost that particularly enviable trait of remembering absolutely everything and so instead remembers almost... well, nothing. Someone help him figure out his own name? He swears it's on the tip of his tongue...)

Call off the hunt... for now at least. I was right enough. Mother is gone. They found her in the forest.

There's a new clearing in the forest now--a ring of trees ranging from broken to splinters. Tatters of her dress were still snagged on several of them when I came across it. The squirrels are rather indignant about the situation and want their "mama nut" back.

...These are the things one never expects to say.

[confused, perhaps a little concerned]
...Mother?

[undercurrent of what might be panic]
Mother!

[a couple more seconds pass]
Gone. Utterly. They've taken her, I think. The Malnosso. I know no others in this place that could... make her feel such fear.

[Now here's a sight you don't see every day, Sephiroth's sneaking around town with an auto-shotgun loaded for bear zombie. Any and all alleyways are fair game, all who look near or close to dead (e.g. Emily) will be summarily yelled at, threatened, and potentially hit in the head with a bottle. You don't even want to know what might happen if you're a skinny little girl sobbing in a dark corner. You can hear him muttering to himself if you're close by.]

...Need to get to Riverside.


(OOC: Here's hoping that I'm not the only one who was obsessed over Left 4 Dead. For all those who aren't and just think I'm going crazy, Seph's in zombie apocalypse mode and is a little more trigger happy than is his usual (sane) wont. Oh if he could see his mommy now...)