#ch: bianca moore - ff

[bardic-tales]

Closed RP • Final Fantasy 7 OG • Sephica tagging: @bigbillythewetwilly

Content Warnings: Graphic violence, decapitation, gore, emotional distress, grief, trauma, nightmares, demonic imagery, parental abuse, and self-blame. main character death.

Shinra Manor Basement: Nibelheim: 0002

You think you can escape me, daughter, by going to the world that your mother once inhabited? Asmodeus voice echoed in Bianca's head and dream. His hand gripped her former mate's neck, squeezing the flesh as blood dripped down his claws and onto the blades of grass he and the white-haired demon stood. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip.

Behind her, the cosmic portal roared with its spiral edges darkening and oscillating. The winds fluttered her blond hair and billowed her kimono, rippling it around her legs and arms. In a brutal jerk, Asmodeus ripped his hand away from the man, decapitating him with his claws and sheer strength. He tossed the man's body away from him and stepped towards her.

Bianca's eyes shot open. Just a dream. She curled up on the chaise as she was on her stomach with her immense wings flared over both edges of the couch. Her heart thundered in her chest, racing with the overwhelming grief she had experienced two days ago. How could she had fled? Yes, she was injured. Yes, Sesshomaru had told her to save herself. Yes, she had passed out moments after she entered the rift and apparently was taken into this strange world and fell -- quite literally -- into Sephiroth's arms.

As tears streamed down her face, Bianca slid off of the couch and onto the filthy, stone floor. Her back pressed against the furniture's side. Wrapping her wings around her diminutive form, she pulled her knees to her chest, wrapped her arms around her calves, and sobbed. Her breath slammed against her throat. How could she be such a coward?

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Sephiroth is a demisexual male who uses he/him pronouns. He is on the asexual spectrum. As the setting for this RP can very, he can sometimes have a god-complex and sadistically torture Cloud / his party, the teenager who is always questioning everyone about his mother 'Jenova', or the tired War Hero who just wants to be recognized as a normal person.

Love Interest

Bianca Moore, a fallen angel born to the Watcher Angel, Seraphine, and the demonic prince, Asmodeus, dropped into the Shinra Mansion from a cosmic rift—an entry point into a fate forever intertwined with Sephiroth's.

Bianca is RPed by @bardic-tales.

[bardic-tales]

Closed RP • Final Fantasy 7 OG • Sephica tagging: @bigbillythewetwilly

Beginnings || Starter

• Nibelheim, 0002

As silence permeated the underground library, the only sound heard was the slow page turning of books, the muttering of the man, the leather and metal ringing as the sole person in the room reached for the book on the bookcase's top shelf.

The large, black spider skittered to the left of the shelf, backing up against the wooden side. It reared up and waved it's enormous, hairy legs at the person.

Up above them, a gust of wind ripped through the room. A large portal opened near the rafters. The spinning arms of a crimson nebula, twinkling stars, and soft glow of heavenly objects shimmered beyond the tear in reality, causing the person to question their already fragile sanity.

A black tachi fell from the portal, and the weapon screamed in its fall, as several white feathers tumbled with it. The metal screamed in its descent until the point of the tachi embedded deeply into the wooden desk below while the plumage gracefully floated in the air, falling end over end like the last fallen leaves in a wintry gale. Suddenly, a winged form appeared from the cosmic rift. Her blonde hair streamed around her face, the light strands whipping against her cheeks and bridge of her nose. Her snow white wings fluttered in her rocky descent. The feathers ruffled and trembled around her body, as bone pushed through her downy wing arch. Blood streamed from her unconscious, battered body and poured onto the ground in sick, reddening rivers.

[bardic-tales]

Closed RP • Final Fantasy 7 OG • Sephica tagging: @bigbillythewetwilly

Continuing from this thread: Beginnings

Shinra Manor Basement: Nibelheim: 0002

"I have been called many things in my young life: freak, monster, angel, demon, and a devil. A curse and a miracle. Destruction and salvation. Even a succubus. All names for the same being: a creature of both light and darkness. In the end, I'm just me."

Bianca looked down at herself again. The blood still stained her kimono, the fabric clumping together with crunchy, ruddy folds. Her memories of her father plunging Noctemaris' blade deep into her gut still played in her mind, as well as that strange madness pulling at the forgotten corners of her mind: an insanity that was not quite hers but strangely. Her face paled.

As the silver-haired man shifted in the chair, his black trench coat moved with him, leather creaking in the silence of the library. He nodded with his left hand over a book.

"I assumed when I appeared, I was wounded. What happened to said injuries?"

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He can take bigger bites than that, Bianca thought as she watched him take a little nibble. It was as if he was placating her. No. For some reason, she could feel him taking the tiniest bites of bacon to simply get her off his back, but she could feel that he was hungry.

However, like Bianca, he was grieving over someone or something. She wouldn't pry, but his grief amplified her own. She tried not to see Mordecai and her father moments before her deceased husband's death. Instead, she found herself focusing on Sephiroth's cyan eyes.

"My mother used to say that anything could be solved with baked goods." She smiled, picked up a pumpkin muffin, and offered it to him. The spicy scent of nutmeg and cinnamon wafted from the baked goods and permeated that section of the library. "These were her specialty."

"Mmm, I couldn't have been much older when I learned that same lesson," Sephiroth said, finally picking up a piece of bacon. "Probably younger. A good lesson to learn."

He looked at her as if he wanted to tell her more, but he could tell she understood him, that she knew exactly what he was talking about. He didn't need to tell her any more. He took a bite of the bacon.

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After she pushed the coffee mug to Sephiroth, Bianca had resumed eating her breakfast. As he asked his question, Bianca held a piece of bacon in her right hand. She studied his face: the angular, sharp features, the way the candle light lit his silvery-white hair, and the white spaulders that matched his hair.

"I do not know what this bond is." She placed the bacon down upon her plate again. "I can't explain it, but I feel more strange last night after meeting you than I have ever felt before. I can feel you, as if your conscious lives beneath my skin.

"Since I was a little girl, I was able to experience something that felt foreign to me." Bianca lifted her own coffee to her lips and took a small sip. The bitterness washed over her and jolted her awake. The candle-light illuminated her blonde hair, making each strand shimmer in the light. "I could feel phantom pain, as if someone was stabbing or puncturing me, like needles for a blood test. That was not the only thing I felt either: isolation, loneliness, and a fear to let anyone close. Although I was fleeing from. . . " Bianca trailed off, as she was not ready to share that part of her life with a stranger.

"I know these were not my emotions or my pain." She took a gulp of the coffee now before setting the cup down by the mountain of books and journals that lay on the desk. "While I did experience isolation and loneliness, it wasn't until two years later, when I was 16 that I learned that I couldn't trust anyone."

Sephiroth sighed. He was not about to let her deflection go unchallenged. It was unavoidable.

"Bianca," he said. "I may not have known you for very long, but I know enough to be able to tell when you are lying to me."

"What do you mean?" She feigned innocence.

"I know you are not fine. For some reason, I can feel it. What is this bond? I cannot explain it. Can you?"

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Bianca opened the sugar bowl she materialized and dropped two sugar cubes into her coffee mug before adding coffee half way up the cup and finishing up with heavy cream. Watching Sephiroth set three pieces of bacon his plate, Bianca visibly relaxed. She still didn't understand why she could feel his emotions and the pangs of hunger, but it was also distracting to her. "You still never told me how you take your coffee."

"Black. Three sugars."

Bianca's hand froze on the second coffee cup. Black? Three sugars? That was Mordecai's preference for coffee. A tightness clenched wrapped its way around her heart, clenching and refusing to let go. Why did Mordecai do that? Why did he - Why was she alive and he wasn't?

"Are you okay?" Sephiroth's soft voice cut through her thoughts and grief. She lifted her gaze and studied him for a second before allowing a smile to slowly grace her face: a facade to hide how she truly felt but their strange bond would not allow her grief and pain hidden for long. After all, it amplified what Bianca was feeling for Sephiroth, as if he had experienced the death himself.

"I'm fine," she repeated, as she plopped three sugar cubes in the mug again. She swallowed the lump in her throat before wrapping her hand around the carafe's handle. "Black. Three sugars."

"Where did you get it?" Sephiroth asked, cutting right to the point. She shrugged.

"I conjured it."

"From where? Thin air?" He seemed even more disinterested now. "What's it going to do to me?"

"How about it'll stop you from being hungry?" She shoved a piece of bacon in her mouth to demonstrate that it was safe. "See? Would I eat it if it wasn't safe?"

"We're different."

"Not that different."

"Very well," he sighed, exasperated. "If it will appease you."

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Bianca wondered for a moment if he was going to eat it. She could sense some sort of disinterest through their bond, most likely caused by the food, but she wasn't going to let him get off without eating so easy. But in the back of her head, she wondered why she was starting to care so much? Was it cause he healed her that first day? Was it because he reminded her of her deceased mate: a mate that she had lost three days ago? A loss that still plagued her. How could it still not affect her?

Bianca grabbed the two plates that she had previously materialized with her magic and smiled at him. "How about we eat breakfast together? I'm famished, Sephiroth, and I hate to dine alone."

Of course, this was a lie. Bianca was a Nephilim: a demon and an angel. Nephilim? That, however, was just another name for a fallen angel. She had two types of nourishment for her body, and neither were food consumed by humans. As a demonic being, she was able to consume the spirits of the dearly departed, but as a celestial being, she was able to exist on ambrosia.

"Please join me," Bianca asked again. Reaching over, she placed an egg, three strips of bacon, and a small amount of strawberries and whipped cream on her plate. Beside the fruit, she set two pieces of toast. "There's coffee, too. I don't know how you take it?"

"What's this?" Sephiroth questioned as she entered the library with the platter of food. He set down the journal he was skimming, but he had no interest in eating.

"Breakfast," Bianca replied.

"I appreciate the thought, but I'm not hungry. You can have it."

"You haven't eaten in days," she insisted, pushing the tray toward him. "You should eat something."

"Fine," he relented. He had no intention of eating it, anyway. "Leave it on the desk, thank you."

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"The Promised Land?" Bianca repeated, as she returned his gaze. Her hand still held his, providing a stabilizing aura in that small room. His natural essence kept changing as the metallic smell of stardust with a hint of ozone kept intermingling and dissipating with his scent. It was distracting and made no sense to her demonic nature.

No, she thought. It is infuriating and giving me a headache.

"Humanity think that this is the land of Canaan, but as often is the case, the mortals are wrong.

"Mortals don't understand that it's just another name for the Celestial Realm." Bianca continued to stare into his eyes. "The descendants of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob were going to join my kind once they passed on and live beneath the Eternal Moonlight. Now, the Promised Land is where the mortal souls dwell before rebirth. If they do not go to the Abyssal Plane for their sins, that is. Only through death can a mortal ascend to the Promised Land. That is the true nature of the Promised Land: ascension and rebirth."

"I hear her voice, in my head," Sephiroth said. "Jenovah. Mother. She beckons me, to the reactor. To her side."

Silence settled over the room. The only sound was their breathing, measured, steady. His emotions matched.

"She wants me to take her to the promised land," he continued, levelling his gaze at her. "I want to go."

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"I don't know anything about how this string got around our wrists. I'm as dumbfounded as you are." Her gaze searched his: a feral light reflecting from his eyes, his lips pulled back ever slightly from his teeth, and his blown out pupils. He clutched a book he was previously reading in his hands. His grip almost crushed the spine. Had he even slept? No. Bianca felt his tiredness as if it were her own.

Then, she heard whispers: whispers that were not from Seraphine, the angelic conscious, that lived within her. These thoughts were darker and spoke of anger, chaos, destruction, and revenge. Ever consuming, fiery rage. A sharp gasp forced itself from her.

Clutching her head, blonde tendrils flowed over her hand and slithered out between her fingers. She bolted upright. Her wings bounced from her sudden movement, spreading on their own. White feathers fell from them like snow in winter. "What in the hell was that?!"

"I'm not going to play this game!" Sephiroth growled, his mental state degraded more. "You have some relation to Mother. You're doing something to my mind."

His eyes widened in shock as he saw the red string tied around her wrist. He quickly lifted his own arm to look at his wrist, and sure enough, the same red thread was wrapped around it. "What is this?"

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Trigger Warnings: Emotional Distress, Intense Emotions, Anger, Fear, Unstable Mental States, Bonding/Mind Connection, Overwhelming Sensory Experience

Bianca flinched at the sudden sound of Sephiroth's voice. Her wings wrapped further around her, like a shield protecting her from everything outside. Each soft, velvety feather caressed her flesh, anchoring her to the present and keeping her aware of the very unhinged man in the doorway.

Every sense within her was heightened. Her muscles coiled, as if she was a tightly-wound spring. Her nostrils flared, and she ground her teeth, clenching her fangs together. Heat surged in her body, dancing beneath her skin like fire rushing across a forest floor, licking and igniting everything in sight. These were not normal emotions for her. They were almost alien in nature. She could feel his agony, paranoia, and encroaching darkness as if it were her own.

"I-I don't know why this is happening to you, but I feel it too. Your anger. Your . . . confusion. It's like it's mine." She clutched her hands to her head, trying to get a handle on her own emotions but wrath -- his anger and paranoia -- bubbled to the surface. He was trying to trick her and bring her back to Asmodeus. That had to be it. "You are the one who has been casting magic on me. Those spells that you said were heals. What did you really do to me? And explain this!" She held out her arm. A red string looped around her wrist, swirling into a heart shape every few centimeters. It glowed crimson with her intense emotions and matched the one that appeared on Sephiroth's own wrist. "I ask you again. What did you do to me?"

Suddenly Sephiroth was looming in the doorway. His silhouette stood starkly against the light of the open door. He stood there in silence, though his ragged breathing could be heard over the background hum of generators and electronic equipment. He stepped forward, and trails from tears were visible on his face.

"What have you done to me?" he demanded. "These feelings...they are not mine! Tell me what you've done!"

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The Next Morning

Bianca barely had any sleep after his outburst, as she tossed and turned while she mulled over his words. She could feel something was off about him, as if he was slowly losing himself. That's what she thought was happening to him. He was losing his mind.

But she also noticed something else through their bond: an insatiable hunger, as if he hadn't eaten in weeks. She could feel exhaustion pull at the edges of her mind, just as he had felt the intense grief she felt. She would have to stay by his side until she could figure out the nature of the string that seemed to connect them, so she could break it. Once more, she pushed back the anguish of her mate's death and focused on the man who she was certain was losing his mind.

She couldn't do anything for his sleepiness, but she could do something for the hunger. From what she seen, he was a curious man. He seemed interested in her own origins, so she would use that to her advantage. She wasn't powerful enough to aid him, so he could sleep, but she could provide him nourishment.

Bianca held the silver platter to her chest, pressing the edge against her breasts, and left to find Sephiroth at the desk. It was laden with all sorts of fresh fruits, cuts of bacon and eggs, as well as buttery toast: all provided by her illusion magic. Everything was food from her world. As she walked, a book sailed past her head and slammed into the wall behind her.

"Nothing of what you said makes any sense," Sephiroth countered. "The promised land is a paradise promised to the Cetra, the ancient children of the Planet. Jenova is one of these people, and I am descended from her."

"She tells you this? How do you know it is her and not some madness overcoming you?" Bianca asked.

"I'm not crazy! Everyone else is crazy! Look at what they do to the Planet!"

[bardic-tales]

Bianca cocked her head to the side as she looked at the old, dusty journal. Blond tendrils brushed against her soft, delicate cheeks. Those letters could have been a runic engraving for all she knew. She could not read it, so she had no idea what it said or the significance of said writing.

2000 year old strata? Bianca pondered. So, these 'remains' are old.

"I don't know. My mother was from a dimension that she only refers to as the Celestial Realm. I was born human and only discovered my true origins five years ago. I have never been there, myself, but once I grow weary of the mortal realm, I will be invited to walk upon its shores and bath in its eternal light.

"It is possible, though." Bianca leaned back and crossed her left calf over her right knee. "More than a millennium ago, a great war divided the celestial people. The rebels were exiled from the realm and breeding rights were given to the remaining for the first time since it's creation. Most have the ability to . . . transverse between the dimensions, as my father and mother could. Some could have become your ancients, but it is also possible that they are a different people entirely."

"Research notes, put simply," he replied. He closed the book before him, gesturing to the scribbled writing on the label in the center of the thick leather cover, one word: Jenova.

"In 2000 year old strata, Shinra scientists found the stunningly preserved remains of a being said to be of ethereal grace. They deduced that she was a member of an ancient race that once inhabited this world."

"Could they have originally been of your world? I wonder..."

[armchair-pirate]

Suddenly Sephiroth was looming in the doorway. His silhouette stood starkly against the light of the open door. He stood there in silence, though his ragged breathing could be heard over the background hum of generators and electronic equipment. He stepped forward, and trails from tears were visible on his face.

"What have you done to me?" he demanded. "These feelings...they are not mine! Tell me what you've done!"

Closed RP • Final Fantasy 7 OG • Sephica tagging: @bigbillythewetwilly

Content Warnings: Graphic violence, decapitation, gore, emotional distress, grief, trauma, nightmares, demonic imagery, parental abuse, and self-blame. main character death.

Shinra Manor Basement: Nibelheim: 0002

You think you can escape me, daughter, by going to the world that your mother once inhabited? Asmodeus voice echoed in Bianca's head and dream. His hand gripped her former mate's neck, squeezing the flesh as blood dripped down his claws and onto the blades of grass he and the white-haired demon stood. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip.

Behind her, the cosmic portal roared with its spiral edges darkening and oscillating. The winds fluttered her blond hair and billowed her kimono, rippling it around her legs and arms. In a brutal jerk, Asmodeus ripped his hand away from the man, decapitating him with his claws and sheer strength. He tossed the man's body away from him and stepped towards her.

Bianca's eyes shot open. Just a dream. She curled up on the chaise as she was on her stomach with her immense wings flared over both edges of the couch. Her heart thundered in her chest, racing with the overwhelming grief she had experienced two days ago. How could she had fled? Yes, she was injured. Yes, Sesshomaru had told her to save herself. Yes, she had passed out moments after she entered the rift and apparently was taken into this strange world and fell -- quite literally -- into Sephiroth's arms.

As tears streamed down her face, Bianca slid off of the couch and onto the filthy, stone floor. Her back pressed against the furniture's side. Wrapping her wings around her diminutive form, she pulled her knees to her chest, wrapped her arms around her calves, and sobbed. Her breath slammed against her throat. How could she be such a coward?

[armchair-pirate]

"It was simple really," he replied, holding up the Cure Materia. "Just magic. I'm sure that exists in your world?"

"It does, but it wouldn't be spoken of so nonchalantly," she said, unable to mask the surprise in her voice. "It isn't so commonplace there. I would have healed naturally. I guess you could call that magical, but to cast a spell and heal someone... that only happens for unique individuals and can exhaust them. But no, healing someone is not like that. You use a stone to cast spells? Crystals?"

"Crystallized Mako, yes," Sephiroth explained. "We manufacture it, but it occurs naturally, too."

Closed RP • Final Fantasy 7 OG • Sephica tagging: @bigbillythewetwilly

Continuing from this thread: Beginnings

Shinra Manor Basement: Nibelheim: 0002

"I have been called many things in my young life: freak, monster, angel, demon, and a devil. A curse and a miracle. Destruction and salvation. Even a succubus. All names for the same being: a creature of both light and darkness. In the end, I'm just me."

Bianca looked down at herself again. The blood still stained her kimono, the fabric clumping together with crunchy, ruddy folds. Her memories of her father plunging Noctemaris' blade deep into her gut still played in her mind, as well as that strange madness pulling at the forgotten corners of her mind: an insanity that was not quite hers but strangely. Her face paled.

As the silver-haired man shifted in the chair, his black trench coat moved with him, leather creaking in the silence of the library. He nodded with his left hand over a book.

"I assumed when I appeared, I was wounded. What happened to said injuries?"

[armchair-pirate]

"Mmm, I couldn't have been much older when I learned that same lesson," Sephiroth said, finally picking up a piece of bacon. "Probably younger. A good lesson to learn."

He looked at her as if he wanted to tell her more, but he could tell she understood him, that she knew exactly what he was talking about. He didn't need to tell her any more. He took a bite of the bacon.

Sephiroth sighed. He was not about to let her deflection go unchallenged. It was unavoidable.

"Bianca," he said. "I may not have known you for very long, but I know enough to be able to tell when you are lying to me."

"What do you mean?" She feigned innocence.

"I know you are not fine. For some reason, I can feel it. What is this bond? I cannot explain it. Can you?"