[OPEN]

[daddyscythe]

Characters: OPEN
Location: Outskirts of Nevada
Rating: PG
Time: All day, Feb 27
Description: Shibusen offers a field trip to acclimate the guests to the Madness wavelength.


It's a perfectly pleasant day for the most part, if one is to look at the sky and maybe the horizon. For the attendees of the fieldtrip, however, things are naturally a lot more grim, if also lot more colorful. There are understandably no civilians in the area -- or any other signs of life apart from the group.

As promised, the location is extensively arranged to cordon off various areas of the place where Madness spikes have been identified. They are all properly labeled, both with text and visuals, and discreet agents kept an eye on all corners of the large field. The mirror by which the guest will come in is set in a corner, with some food provided next to it.

People are free to come and go, though the other end leads to the clinic instead of the Death Room. The rules are simple: venture into a level you think you can handle, and if you can't, someone will help.

In the afternoon, a light rain will come to add some variety to the endless desert. Make sure to take shelter in the open tents provided to protect you from the elements!

[ooc: Just put in open tags in the comments, [Character Name | Open/Close | Area/sort of madness targeted/whatever marker you want].

Plotting and information post was here.]

Comments

[pure_lineage]

The questions this one was asking seemed to be a different type of curiosity than what he usually faced. Why did he appear so fascinated with his partnership with Cloud? Sephiroth couldn't quite answer that question. Perhaps it might have been an easier one to answer if he was aware of who this teen was partnered with.

"It was done to mutually benefit the other," Sephiroth said in return. He had forced Cloud's hand in order to gain strength in this world, and in return, the ex-General would leave the citizens of this world with their lives. That truce had felt like a lifetime ago now to him, and it was in a lot of ways for he was not the man he used to be around those he trusted.

Yet he couldn't quite let this go either, and after regarding this one with his sharp gaze, he asked, "Why such an interest?"

[topgun_textiles]

"I got curious. S'all it is." Guarded. He wondered if he should be, as there were few sources that would drive such a curiosity.

This man was beyond dangerous. If he let slip who he was partnered with, would Sephiroth be the type to ensure her silence should Kanji or anyone else learn too much about his dealings back on Gaia? The teen didn't wish to put that to the test.

"I don't hear about seven-month partnerships... or people who've been here that long, neither. The way I'm seein' it, BREW's got a habit of throwin' people back home when they start growin' roots here."

[pure_lineage]

The guarded reply left him suspicious to this one's intention. He doubted this fool would be idiotic enough to attempt destroying the partnership he had, but his mind itched to there being another reason behind this so called 'general curiosity'. Sephiroth didn't speak his thoughts, however, but instead kept them to himself while he continued to observe and see what potential threat this one had.

"I believe the partnership I have with my Meister is the only remaining one," Sephiroth said while carefully choosing his words. "Perhaps those returned are not worthy of the challenge."

[topgun_textiles]

He frowned. "I hear two different reasons; that BREW doesn't need 'em anymore, and that it's kinda unpredictable 'cause of that wish."

"Whatever the real reason is, they can't control when they go home or not. It ain't about worthiness, damn it!" Jeez, if he looked up 'ego' in the dictionary, would he see this guy's face? He may very well be the one of the strongest Weapons here, but some of those people who went back suddenly were some of Kanji's friends. He wouldn't let this asshole just spit on 'em.

[pure_lineage]

This one was easy to rile up. Sephiroth could easily sense that within this child's tone with each word he spoke. It would be all too easy to stoke that fire further to see just how brightly this one would blaze, but the ex-General could already assume. It would not be close to the fire that burnt within his Meister's eyes at that same intensity, he was certain.

"I never implied that it was their decision," Sephiroth said with a smirk pulling on his lips. If BREW found them useless for the war, then they were obvious more of an inconvenience than a benefit, and thus not worthy of fighting it. They were thoughts he kept to himself, however, regardless of how much he knew it would ignite that fire.

His expression shifted, for once turning far more serious, as Sephiroth said, "This is a war, not some day trip to flaunt whatever pathetic abilities you believe you have. Most here have never stepped onto a war-based battlefield or even experienced it from afar."

[topgun_textiles]

As much as Kanji didn't like the thought, Sephiroth was right. He could think of no less than a dozen individuals who had no place in any heavy combat setting right off the bat, but the Meister still shook his head.

"But BREW brings 'em here anyway, gives 'em the means to protect themselves n' others. There's gotta be some reason they were picked to come here, that it ain't just cherry-pickin' from here n' there for shits n' giggles. Y'don't think BREW brings 'em here because they bring somethin' to the fight?" An honest question. Kanji could definitely tell this man had seen his fair share of combat, had a military air about him... but being a military dog wasn't the end-all be-all of what is needed to win a war.

[pure_lineage]

His lips quirked back up at this fool's reply. Whether they had 'something to bring to the fight' or not matter nothing to the ex-General, from what he had seen, most seemed to care nothing about the battlefield. He had witnessed such a thing many times over, and it was still a trait that wasn't changing.

Tilting his head subtly to one side, Sephiroth huffed lightly in amusement. "And yet their hands remain idle while they do nothing but they are the first to voice their complaints," he said with that same smirk curving on his expression. It was always the same regardless of what world he was in. Those who did the fighting always did so alone, after all. Not that he minded. In fact, he much preferred it that way as it kept those useless bags of flesh away from the battlefield.