Close Encounters (Sephiroth/Open)

[Elena]

the - DEDICATED - turk
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The dry dirt underfoot crunched and small loose stones crumbled or cracked as the owners of two pairs of feet moved rapidly. One of those people, a petite blonde woman, Elena, delivered a swift and well-placed kick to her opponents kidneys, before she swung her fist at his head, her knuckles colliding with his temple with a dizzying amount of force. Her movements were quick and agile, her hits accurate and strong. Elena hadn't gotten five Elite Emblems at the ShinRa Military Academy, more than any other one person had received, for no reason.

With a finishing blow to the guy's gut, the rugged guy finally collapsed to the ground, winded, bruised and bleeding, and also sporting a rather bruised ego. He couldn't speak, but still looked at the petite blonde in front of him in shock and surprise. Elena only gave him a look, before stooping to pick up the papers he had dropped onto the ground. “I told you it would be easier to cooperate, didn't I?” she said as she straightened back up, tossing him a sarcastic grin and turned on her heel, pocketing the information she had collected and then pulling off her black fighting gloves, before pocketing them also. Stupid, stubborn men... she thought to herself as she rubbed the knuckles of her right hand. They might end up being slightly bruised. The a-hole had a pretty thick head too.

As she continued walking down the street, she pulled her PHS out of her pocket, flipping it open and calling Tseng. When he answered, she spoke right away. “Mission completed, sir. Yes, I retrieved the files. Yes, sir. I'm heading back to headquarters as we speak.” After the call ended, she flipped her PHS shut and slipped it back into her pocket. Straightening her suit a little, and sorting her tie, she brushed some of the dirt off of her suit jacket sleeves.

Elena glanced around the street briefly as she slipped out of the side-street she had been down. It wasn't all that busy, but then again, it was beginning to get dark out and most people would be heading home. The few people that were on the street gave her a relatively wide berth considering the uniform made it easy to guess she was a Turk, and the people were still rather untrusting of ShinRa. Not that Elena could blame them, after all that the company had done, but that didn't change the fact that she was still loyal to them. That was a common trait among the Turks. Loyalty. Ever single one of them was loyal to a fault.

It wasn't that long of a distance from where she was to the ShinRa building. It had been easier to follow and track her target by foot. She was less noticable that way. The mission had been an easy one; just your average retrieval mission. The only small down-side to it was the fact that her knuckles were a little sore, but that was nothing she couldn't deal with.

It was after Elena had walked a fair distance down the now deserted street that she started to get an odd feeling. It was almost like she was being...watched. It unsettled her. As a Turk she was used to doing the watching, not the one being watched. One of her hands rested on her gun that was on a holster inside her suit jacket, just in case. There was no telling who it was, and it could easily be some ShinRa-hater. Although...something told her it was someone more dangerous than that.

Feeling slightly uneasy, she slipped down another side-street. She could still get back to headquarters this way, but it was a slightly longer route. She just wanted to see if she could lose whoever was watching her. Silently and swiftly, she moved in the shadows, trying to remain unseen. However, it would appear that failed, as she heard a small noise behind her, like a footstep on gravel, and she whipped around to face whoever was making it.

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NOTES !? sorry it's such a crap starting post... XD !?
STATUS !? finished !?
TAGGED !? sephiroth/open !?
WORDS !? 692 !?
OUTFIT !? turk uniform !?

[Sephiroth]

.:Angel of Darkness:.

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Shall I give you Despair?

It was rather quiet... The streets below seemed to be in a sort of lull. Everything was so still, humans appeared to be moving in slow motion. It seemed like the place was stuck in limbo between reality, and fiction. People went about their daily lives, completely unaware of the gleaming cat-like eyes watching from above. The greenish-blue gaze traveled nonstop, fixing on different things. His vision zeroed in on what appeared to be a conflict between two civilians. He distinctly heard the word 'money'. That brought a smirk to his pale lips. Oh, how he loved to watch the insects battle each other over such a trivial matter...

The feathered wing folded neatly at his shoulder unfurled to it's full, 6 foot length. A few loose raven-black feathers were picked up by the wind, and were carried away rapidly. The silent fiend glided over the the activity below, coming to rest on a different building from which he had just come. He leaned against a chimney, and gazed down through pitiless eyes as the two men went for each other's throat. It was entertaining... But it was over far too soon... The more muscular of the two took down the other. Blood seeped from the fallen man's head, dripping onto the ground. The victor was quick to scrounge the money from hie victim, and then turned to run. The malevolent gaze from above followed the man briefly, before flicking back to focus on the corpse below. The eyebrows rose as a small group of more human males arrived, swooping in on the dead man like vultures. The Nightmare rolled his eyes. Stupid human Beings... Their greed surpassed all logic...

But nothing interesting was going on in that general area though. He took flight again, coming to rest on yet another building. This area seemed to be closer to the massive building that rose from the center of Midgar. Pure hate flooded into the malignant eyes as he glared at the building. Shin-ra had raised him with lies, with false confidence... He had gone with it, becoming a famous Hero along the way. But he had always known he was different from the rest of SOLDIER. He was better, more powerful... Far more powerful. But he had never been told the truth; not until Genesis had revealed all in the Neibelheim Reactor... Shin-ra had payed dearly, even collapsed after many years. But now.. it had risen from its ruins yet again... The freshly built and repaired reactors on the outskirts of Midgar were proof enough. But he would make sure the place fell again... And make certain it stayed dead... But for now, a more pressing matter was on his mind. Shin-ra would come later.

His attention was snatched by yet another skirmish, almost directly below him. The intense eyes flashed as he stared at the woman and her foe. The lady seemed familiar, though he could not pull a name from his mind yet. But, he definitely recognized the uniform she wore... She came from those damned Turks. It had been Turks who had gotten into his Brothers' way about a year ago... They brought trouble... And they worked for Shin-ra. Anyone affiliated with Shin-ra was immediately placed on his list of Targets. The Turks would fall with their precious company. But as he watched the woman fight, he couldn't help but feel slightly impressed. She certainly knew she was doing. Sure enough, the man fell victim to her.

He followed her slowly, keeping to the roofs of nearby buildings. taking long leaps from roof to roof. The shadows cast by the setting sun kept him concealed from the Turk below. But she seemed to sense she was being followed, and turned into an alleyway. He sneered. She was pretty good... Until she spun around as he accidentally kicked a rock of a roof. He mentally rebuked himself as the rock tumbled down, alerting the Turk to his presence. He smirked as she stared around wildly. Well, he was here, right? And he had nothing better to do at the moment. Why not play with her a bit? He leaned against the nearest chimney, arms crossed. "I'm up here, young Turk..." He said softly, gazing down at her from his perch, still smiling cruelly. The wing was foldly neatly to his side. A light, but chilly wind picked up, passing over him. He didn't feel cold though... He never felt anything anymore...

This would prove to be very intresting... He wasn't going to harm her though, at least not yet... That was why he hadn't even bothered to call the Masamune to his expert hands. But if the woman showed signs of hostility that would soon carry into force, he would be ready instantly. But he really didn't feel like fighting right now. The Turks were the last targets on his list. He sure loved messing with his victims' minds though...

[Elena]

the - DEDICATED - turk
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Elena stood still for a moment as at first she saw nothing in her line of sight, her dark brown eyes looking around to see if she had missed anything. Movement came from the roof of the building opposite of the one she was hiding in the shadows of and a voice sounded through the growing darkness. She recognised that voice. It...it couldn't be... For a second she didn't look up, before she slowly started raising her head and gaze upward. Surely not... He can't have - Dark brown eyes locked onto eerie green ones.

It was him. The long silver hair, the clothes, the wing; there was no way it wasn't him.

It took a moment for her mind to register it fully. She managed to keep her eyes from widening, but her mouth opened the slightest bit. Her mind was throwing out a million thoughts at once on what she should do. She shut her mouth, but she didn't take her hand away from resting against the gun inside her suit jacket. The gun was equipped with materia, so any shots she made would be more powerful than just ordinary bullets would be. She wasn't going to use it just yet though; there was no need to anger Sephiroth further, since he was currently just standing there on the roof.

In addition to the fear that Elena felt - this was Sephiroth before her, after all - there were also the memories from about a year ago of what Kadaj, Loz and Yazoo had done to herself and Tseng. She never wanted to see the Remnants again...

Resisting the urge to shake her head at herself, Elena straightened up and stood as tall her her petite frame would allow, taking a step forward. She was a Turk, damn it. She wasn't going to run scared, even if it was Sephiroth she was facing. Turks didn't run from anything. But, Elena didn't take into account the fact that she was almost always the one to get into serious trouble like this.

She seemed to almost have a 'talent' for getting into troublesome and dangerous situations. Like being kidnapped as a teenager and having to be saved by a Turk, being kidnapped alongside Yuffie Kisaragi by Don Corneo, and being attacked by the Remnants. She pressed her lips together for a second, her eyes hard as she continued to look at Sephiroth. “What are you doing here?” she asked, managing to keep the fear from her voice, and keeping her head high.

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NOTES !? hmm. i'm not sure if I like this post or not... =/ let me know if it's not enough to work with. !?
STATUS !? finished !?
TAGGED !? sephiroth/open !?
WORDS !? 422 !?
OUTFIT !? turk uniform !?

[Sephiroth]

.:Angel of Darkness:.

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Shall I give you Despair?

He shook his head in mock pity; the motion setting his hair into a fluttering, silver sheen. She was trying so hard to hold onto her courage. It was almost laughable. He could see through her as if she were a glass window, her rolling emotions were easily felt. She was scared, trying to pretend that he wasn't really there. Yet she knew he was there, and she was struggling to accept the fact that he was alive and back. And she was also mentally angry with herself for feeling afraid of him...

As she spoke, he allowed a look of pleasant surprise enter his own, hatred-filled eyes. "So defiant..." he said softly, the cruel smile growing wider. "Quite brave of you, Turk." She held herself in a strong stance, daring to look directly into his eyes; challenging him... Still denying the obvious... She was doomed if he chose to fight her, his sword would pass through her flesh easily. She probably knew that there was no chance of her winning if a duel broke out, yet she stared Death in the face. It was impressive.

His eyes were quick to see what she was doing with her hand behind her suit coat. The angle of the hand provided all evidence of gripping something; he could see the slight outline of a firearm behind the suit she wore. But she had the sense to keep the thing away; she hadn't brought it out yet. A wise move on her part. "You can relax, young Turk. I have no intention of harming you. If I did, I would have already run you through with me weapon. All I want are answers." He smirked once more, the calm radiating from him.

He had an idea of what was first on his agenda, and perhaps the Turk could provide some answers. But then she asked him what he was doing there. With a roll of his eyes, he said, "What makes you think that I would tell you that? He casually waved a gloved hand. "But I suppose one could say that I'm merely taking a relaxing flight, simply catching up on what I've missed since I was last here... Watching you pathetic mortals war among yourselves..."

He laughed coldly, and pointed a thumb over his shoulder in the direction from which Elena had come. "Impressive victory, by the way..." He added, still smiling in that mocking way.

[Elena]

the - DEDICATED - turk
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Elena stayed where she was, only a step forward from the wall. She refused to back down and look away from his gaze. She was a Turk; she wasn't weak. She had spent most of her life proving that. Despite the facade, which she wasn't entirely sure was stable in the first place, her heartbeat had increased a little from both the shock and the slight fear that ran through her. Because she knew, that in a split second, her life could be over, with one quick movement from Sephiroth and his masamune. She was no match for a super-human experiment like Sephiroth, but this wasn't the first time she had stared 'death' in the face. As a Turk, it was a fairly common occurence on some types of missions.

"So defiant... Quite brave of you, Turk."

She grit her teeth together as he spoke, not saying anything in response for the moment. He was watching her; studying her. It made her feel a little more nervous. She wasn't stupid so she knew that there was no way he couldn't have noticed that she also had a firearm in her possession. Although even that, she was sure, wouldn't stop him, even if she did pull it out and use it. She was helpless in this situation, and she hated feeling that way. She hated feeling weak. It made her feel pathetic, small and hopeless; the exact opposite of what she had strived to be all of these years.

"You can relax, young Turk. I have no intention of harming you. If I did, I would have already run you through with my weapon. All I want are answers."

Elena remained silent again for a moment, before she raised an eyebrow and opened her mouth to speak. “Excuse me if I don't trust you on that,” she said honestly. He may appear to be telling the truth, but he was Sephiroth and she couldn't afford to let her guard down, even if it would be hopeless for her if he should attack. Then he mentioned something about answers, which made her pause. “Answers?” she asked slowly, her brow creasing slightly. “What kind of answers?”

It was easy to guess that he would probably want to know something about ShinRa or the likes, although she could be entirely off the mark. After all, she didn't know how his mind worked, she wasn't used to dealing with super-human experiments and how their minds worked.

"What makes you think that I would tell you that? But I suppose one could say that I'm merely taking a relaxing flight, simply catching up on what I've missed since I was last here... Watching you pathetic mortals war among yourselves..."

'A relaxing flight'...? Who the hell was he kidding. She didn't believe for a second that his intentions weren't harmful. Even if he hadn't attacked her yet, didn't mean he wasn't going to. That cruel, mocking smile on his lips sent a shiver down her spine.

"Impressive victory, by the way..."

Elena blinked, her eyes slightly wide, before they returned to normal. I shouldn't be surprised... And these 'answers' he wanted... There was no guarantee that she would be able to tell him what he wanted to know, but if she could and did, there was no telling if he would just run her through afterwards or not once he had gotten what he was looking for. He was unpredictible, untrustworthy, and above all else highly dangerous, so there were no guarantees for her life.

If it came down to it, she would die fighting.

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NOTES !? sorry this took so long >__<;; !?
STATUS !? finished !?
TAGGED !? sephiroth/open !?
WORDS !? 598 !?
OUTFIT !? turk uniform !?

[Sephiroth]

.:Angel of Darkness:.

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Shall I give you Despair?

Uh, I'm finding it hard to get up a reply... Do you think we could add a sort of plot to make this more intresting?