#crystal emerged seph

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at a commenters behest, a little bit of a wacky one:

no funny font because mobile formatting sucks balls

[Input Admiral Credentials]

[Welcome Admiral Jones]

Aurora Legion Site 00

Department of Experimental Research

Essophysics reasearch team

Project Designation Alpha-82662B

Project title: Returner

[Begin Audio Log, Scientist Matilde Hannesburg, 7/5/2381]

Project Returner is an experimental project based around the emerging concept of Essophysics, a science based around the atypical results fundamental sciences have in the fold. This line of study investigates how this might be used to the advantage of the legion. Project Returner is one such application. Based around our understanding of the assimilation of beings by the Rahaam, garnered from dissections, interviews, and logs found in GIA records, we believe we can control this assimilation, and return those taken to life. It is our hope that by the end of this, we have the fundamental scientific understanding to create our own meshed network of minds, and be able to remove and revive those minds at will.

[End Audio Log]

[Print Procedures.Returner.TXT]

The procedures for project returner are as follows:

Utilizing 60 grams of Eshvarean Crystal, form a telescopic lense

Acquire a Waywalker or other similarly gifted individual.

Instruct them to peer through the crystal, which for unknown reasons will allow the individual to peer through space, and observe the Rahaam Supercluster.

Utilizing their ability to detect consciousnesses, instruct them to target a member of the Gestalt with a Fold Laser (see Project Lighthouse)

Using this marker, use the ECRE (Essophysical Consciousness Retriever, Experimental) to excise the consciousness and drag it to a preprepared vessel.

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[Print ExperimentLog.Returner.TXT]

Experiment 1:

Target: Seph Adams

Vessel: [DATA LOST]

Results: Target returned, but damage due to violent neurological takeover led to subject expiration after 3 minutes

Experiment 2:

Target: Cathrine Brannock

Vessel: Genetically identical clone, No higher brain activity

Results: Target Return Failed

Experiment 3:

Target: Cathrine Brannock

Vessel: Same as Experiment 2

Results: S-

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Tyler

I drummed my fingers on the desk. I didn’t like the idea of the brains at the black site fucking around with things they barely understood, much less when it involves the consciousnesses of those we lost.

I was about to send the order to shut down the project. Especially with the data losses that the files had I was led to believe that whatever they were doing was a bad idea. Between the Admiral Promotion and Saediis Death and the Terran Civil War and the Unbroken fracturing it was all just too much. I was at my wits end even without the Brains at the blacksite trying to reanimate the dead and build nukes.

my train of grumbling thought was interrupted by a short knock on the door, I stood up, sagged a little under the stiffness of unused joints, and wandered to the door.

as I cracked it open, I saw quite possibly the last thing I could have expected.

the dark hair was long, and she was missing her tattoos, but it was Catherine Brannock, just as she was on Octavia.

“C-Cat?”

“I’m back ty, you really though death and a little fungus would stop me?”

[blackwinged-silversolace]

Scarlet Tanager

Nearly complete now, Mother.

"YOU DO NOT BELONG HERE…"

Gaia? Do I not? Mother do you hear her suffering as well? Sometimes she calls to you, no?  The planet she hears and sings to us, her damnations ring out but she is so misguided ... Perhaps even she fears the end of her own life cycle. Her bleeding veins that bear her traitorous children mingle breed conflict here, she gives them rest, and somehow even as her last defendant merges with her shores she ignores the wound we gouge on her surface, she turns her head as it festers, and wastes her energy to drown us out. Gaia, will you not acknowledge that your plight is and has always been a futile one, you should rest now, make peaceful your lamentations and insufferable wailings and accept your glorious fate with the one who would inherit you. Your bleed is my sustenance.

"NIGHTMARE."

My patience for you grows thin, Minerva, Gaia, your skewed images of warning do not threaten me...

 "CALAMITY."

Mother...listen, the voices are thickening in attempt to bury us inside her, this sickened place where we have forged preservation within the stream, our shared abhorrence rooting our stigma even as ages of voices would try to force upheaval unto our vestiges. An annoyance, but not enough to hinder our call, through the rivets my brethren are pervious, among the coagulation their voices are here to make us stronger. Attuned to my impenetrable resolve, even the resistant bend in reverence the closer we get to our freedom, but do you feel it now? Those remnants, they are close, our reunion so near completion….

"DEMON…"

When I am to return, our existence will be  stronger, and all insolent traitors that drown her woeful voice, wretches that riddle her circuitry and drill to mine her flesh for lifeblood- that is meant for us, they seek to deny us our claim yet here we are unshaken. She is afraid as any animal would within its snare, the wound bleeding out, but oh how her fear is misguided.  Louder than ever before is her thunderous lamentation, does she prepare for this body to lay waste upon her? Ah but now her voice is unheard save for you and I, mother. So the planet sinks, troughs of her soil are so much shallower, her breath is hollow… 

Threads are unwinding, the tide recedes, this moment, if he had the mouth to do it Sephiroth would be grinning, the singularity, the between of lifestream and physical manifestation is narrowing, his rebirth dawning. There, the place of rest, of purgatory among the rock, and the familiar sky alight with starry cosmos he is nearly complete once again, the ache of limbs rebuilt with godlike power are a sensation like no other. But no chance is had for savoring this celestial beginning, for he….he... is not alone. It is that of a dream, the distance, and the clarity of the voice that pierces the air. 

"You are a monster…"

There is no body to hone in on, to vessel to lay his narrowed gaze upon beside his own...but the voice is clear. Indisputable. A memory, no doubt. Was it given with purpose? Or is the planet attempting petty manipulation in its late and desperate hours? 

"Perfect Monster…."

The ethereal silver form recoils, blistering ice spearing his once centered thoughts with biting agony, this was not a part of his scheme, pain did not fit within the woven destiny, but there was nothing to dispute it’s echo. The wound...is deep, old. Fire in his bones, his emptiness quakes upon the impossibility -this frozen inferno… only, his urge to purge this presence was washed as instant as it rose…. The knowing whisper in his mind is correct, his beloved mother shushing her son’s rage... for did he not neglect one of his own? 

“Kin, do you hear me, your lifeforce is not forgotten” who, where are you, whisper to me as I forge this body to our mother's image once more, tie me to the planet's surface….tie me to the last that is my own of this living crust, oh tiresome crystal grave. The puppet has done most well, but where is it you cover yourself as blackened power merges with my remains, my eternal resolve, this body will merge anew. Where. Are. You.

Closing his eyes the Nightmare seeks through the threads of lifestream, oh how the voices cry out as he scours through them, his cataclysm’s re entrance is dark and splitting against the soft threads of light, searching the tendrils for that...one missing piece.

There are fragments: Black wings, asleep, no- drugged, but how long? Contained, recently perhaps, drowned in mako and glass. Ah but this place he knows well... Deep ground? Hmm. Scarlet hair carried wistfully through the liquid. 

GENESIS

Yes. Of course. The memory gains shape, all details and forms hazed beneath layers of a different time, another life, but the source of injury was made clear yet again...if he were the same vulnerable, manipulable soul, if he had not died on that seventh day, then maybe he would have let the other rot as promised...but Sephiroth was not the same, words and finalizations such as ‘monster’ could not sway his purpose, could not hold candle to his resolve. After all, what reunion would be final without HIM.

Have they clipped your wings? Or is it you who locked yourself away, my sweet song bird? Is this where you are hidden Scarlet Tanager, dearest brother? Should you lack home, then it is I who will provide, you will not go wasted.  

Some deliberation is necessary, 

Most unexpected, this waking desire to reclaim. Oh but there is power in that memory, new and old, foreign and evolved from the familiar. Something through his fingers, through his divine senses that distant presence spoke of necessity, of use and rite the same as was the power that saturated his spirit, and his tie to the planet.  Would it ring terrible memory to his beloved kin if faced with the ‘monster’ he helped create, one can find pleasure in that, would he find dread  if kept for this grand conquest? Perhaps. But made true in our most vulnerable, are we not? You more than any should know this, Genesis. Then it would be perfect.

So, the essential divergence from his path was set, and Deepground would be paid a visit.

There is a crackle within the underground laboratory, static tangible, men in lab coats scramble away from the intrusion, shouting and tearing their legs pathetically, in all directions they flee in chaotic disarray as the dull light wafts into a large mass. Black, and green tendrils rising from the floor to engulf the space as oxygen itself protests the tearing of fabric, space, time, splitting matter and element to make wide the opening for the return of Calamity’s chosen Son. 

The voices mutter, some, scream, but so faceless and belittled, they are disregarded as the plume takes form, solid unwavering he emerges. Proud, motivated, the Silver haired entity is whole, clad in leather, masamune reflecting the faces marred in horror, green slitted gaze casts over the mass of fear only once, “Genesis.” He demands, but no answer is given, looks passed every which way, he is already upon them... then the murmurs are silenced.

One by one those who litter his path are cut down, his eyes need not land on them, they are nothings, they are tread same as the concrete, they are liquid, and sinew with as much purpose as rodents… yet, room after room his prize is not found, and the red wastes of flesh and life are at his heels, glistening and reflecting the narrowed frustration in his focus. “Hmn, Where are you?”

@unforestalledreturn

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spideypoolalways

Help, help! I have more questions! And some scenarios! For something sweet, Noct is under attack and Ardyn swoops in with Scourge Face, proving that he cares for Noct, too, and not that he was holding other Nephew since Seph or someone had him this time. Now for whump, Noct gets hurt and Ardyn has to do a healing session since it's a Serious Wound. Does he have another breakdown like he does in Nox and one of the other Champions has to help him ride it out or does he

spideypoolalways

Manage to (barely) hold it together? I was also thinking, as a way for Ardyn to burn off some of that Bad Feelings, to kinda shove Noct and Nox behind a rock, throw up a Shield and take down the world ender (nearly) singlehandedly. Also, I still think the other questions I had about Regis interacting with the Crystal during all this was still really interesting. Is this something that Can happen or does Regis just not think of doing it or it wouldn't work anyway?

spideypoolalways

Ooh, and does Nox blow Titus's cover? Like mentioning Uncle Titus or something? Or Uncle Axis or Aunt Porrima or their kids and the Glaives in the bg are Screaming Internally because they see that Arra braid in those two LCs hair and they know who Nox means.

Me: More questions! Oooh yes. Ardyn swoops in like Death, Scourge Face on and demolishes a Thing on Noct’s behalf and the Champions are internally like “aww” but also “scary”.

Oooooo okay so like- Noct takes a hit and it’s Bad™ and the healers are struggling until Ardyn just- kneels down and gently cradles Noct in his arms, and it isn’t until he starts shaking and crying and his side splits open in a bloody mess. The Healers  f r e a k.

I feel like Warrior or Lightning actually help calm him down? They give off the right vibes to be good emergency anchors for Ardyn’s mental breakdown. That or Y’shtola because Y’shtola gives off “nothing phases me anymore” vibes.

Hmmmm he might! But I like it being a group effort so probably not.

.....I don’t remember what your other questions about Regis and the Crystal were, sorry.

Oooo Nox just might! Or at least, he might mention an Uncle Titus and an Uncle Axis and Aunt Porrima and while to Regis it doesn’t register, the glaives in the background are DYING because THEY DO. CAPTAIN WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING. Also yes, they see the Arra braid and the glaives in the back are just- Internal Scream.

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sirenmother said: ❛ we’ve got a crazy ex on the loose. ❜ { for Adrian }

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES ( BEST OF SEASON 2 ) SENTENCE STARTERS.

Even amidst a rapidly brewing war, Adrian maintained his work with the kids. They needed the normalcy now more than ever and he wasn’t going to allow any of them to fall off the wagon of progress because of an ancient psychopath. Ash especially needed the extra attention as he struggled a bit more than the others to keep it together during stressful times.

However, it seemed Seph was maintaining her normal as well with the work time distractions. Ignoring the first few messages, he kept on with Ash until she was literally starting to blow up his phone with an SOS. Sensing something was actually up and she wasn’t just trying to get him home quicker, he approaches Holly, “think you can handle Ash for the rest of his session? I’ve gotta go take care of something.”

As Holly agrees to take over for him, Adrian takes off to where Seph was telling him to meet with her. “This had better be an actual emergency and not just your way of getting me back in bed with you quicker,” he says in way of greeting. Seph loved frustrating him and she practically made a game of it whenever he was working. However, one look at her face and he knew this was a legitimate emergency. “What is it?”

❛ we’ve got a crazy ex on the loose. ❜

Adrian tenses as she fills him in, now realizing that they were at the border of where she’d been held captive all these months. There was plenty of woods, but no Crystal and no barrier. “Well, that’s great. Just one more problem we can add to the ever growing fucking list,” he growls, kicking a rock in his frustration. 

This wasn’t any coincidence, the barrier didn’t just suddenly fade. Someone had let her out and he had a pretty good idea of who that was. “I’m gonna fucking kill him,” he mutters, feeling his blood start to boil, but Seph was the calm in the storm. Feeling her arms come up around him and demand he look at her, he began to boil back down to a simmer.

Taking a breath, he looks down at her. “We need to find her and shove her ass back in a cage before she goes for Doug or someone else,” he tells her, “so what’s our move?”

[museswithinx]

“You’re not wearing a shirt.” { for Adrian lol }

SEND ME ONE FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION.

As much as Adrian enjoyed instructing, he was not looking forward to working with Seph. There was a reason he’d never been allowed to train his little sister; he was too soft with her. Even if he wanted to help her learn, he didn’t want to hurt her. It was the same with Seph now. His close relationship with both women didn’t exactly make for ideal working conditions when part of the job required him to physically come at them with all he had so they could learn offense and defense for themselves. 

But Seph was annoyingly persistent when she wanted something done her way. And she was right about one thing: he did know Crystal’s fighting techniques better than anyone. If they were going to end this, then he needed to be the one to coach her for it.

Up at the crack of dawn, Adrian went through his usual warm-up workout while he waited for her to be ready. As he’s finishing some pull-ups, she finally emerges from the house and joins him outside. “You’re early,” he comments as he drops down from the bar. It was more like right on time, but early for Seph. He was honestly expecting fashionably late from her.

“Well, let’s get to it then.” Motioning for her to follow him, Adrian heads toward the designated fighting area, but comes to a halt when he realizes she isn’t following behind. Turning, he noted where her gaze rest with the accompanying little smirk she got when she was enjoying her view. “Hey. Eyes up here!” He scolds her gesturing to his face, but the smirk on her lips only seems to widen. “Hello? Are you listening to me?”

“You’re not wearing a shirt.” she defends, finally meeting his gaze.

Sighing, he pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. Barely two minutes into this session and she was already distracted like a kid in a goddamn candy store. “Seph. When have I ever worn a damn shirt when I’m training?” She knew this, she’d seen him at work plenty of times. He should have known this would be a distraction for her, he just figured they could both be professionals on the field.

“This is going to be a problem. You’re seriously going to make me have to put on a shirt, aren’t you?” Because otherwise, no progress would be made here today or ever. With another sigh, he rolls his eyes at her before crossing to where he’d thrown his shirt over a chair on the back porch. Pulling it back over his head, he meets her on the field again looking just a tad disappointed now. 

“There. Nothing to break your focus now,” he tells her. “Let’s start with some stretches.”