revivalproject | Zombies from all parts of the city

WHO: Sephiroth and everyone
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: Zombie fights
WHEN: October
WARNINGS: Zombies, emotional distress at having to kill zombies that look like loved ones

I Don’t Give a Damn Because I’m Stone Cold Already

Sephiroth is less than thrilled when the storms increase. His powers are going haywire, just as he was warned, and so are the weapons. Bad enough he doesn’t have the Masamune. Now he doesn’t have reliable guns, either. He’s had to go searching for any non-electric weapon he can find and has probably ended up with what to him is a very short sword.

He finds one just in time to confront the first batch of zombies. These happen to be zombie Agrii. As soon as he gets over his initial shock, he makes short work of them. That . . . was not good. He’s sure there’s more where those came from. He’ll have to make sure everyone else is okay. . . .

Another zombie comes out of the mist. Sephiroth stares, falling back in horror. It’s rare to ever catch him like this, visibly shaken, but the sight of this zombie, when he’s already afraid the real person is dead back home and that it’s Sephiroth’s fault, is just too much.

Oh my God ...

“Zack ...”

The zombie comes closer. Sephiroth grips the sword tighter. He knows what he’s been told about the storms and seeing people you love in them. Is that what that is? He doesn’t have much choice but to hope and believe that’s what this is. He steels himself and strikes.

He falls to one knee, stabbing the sword into the ground as he trembles. These sadistic aliens.... Whoever it is doing this.... How can they know to make perfect images of people from back home? They’ve never seen Zack.

He pushes himself up and starts through the fog. No doubt others are going to be in trouble from this. He’ll have to find them.

One female zombie, she won’t behave

Sephiroth soon finds other residents in need of help. The hotel, the diner, the hospital ... zombies are everywhere! Who is it he’s trying to rescue? You? He lunges from behind, attacking the zombies as they reach for the unfortunate person. One tries to bite his wing, but he makes short work of it before it can do anything. He is a master swordsman and he shows it when several come at him at once. It’s a good thing he’s on your side.

“Are you alright?” he asks when they fall.

I’m headed for a breakdown

After days, weeks of this, he’s growing weary beyond belief. He can’t count the number of times he’s killed Zack. Even Cloud sometimes. It’s not really them, but ... when it looks like them, there’s only so many times he can do it before it really takes a toll on him.

Outwardly he is always the same—nerves of steel, determined, the hero of old. He kills zombies, he protects the living, and when he can, he tries to help search for a cure for those who have been bitten. He rarely sleeps.

Killing one more Zack zombie is the last straw. He finally just sinks down on a box, wherever he is, and covers his face with a hand. All his wings are drooping to the floor. There are no zombies here, so he’s safe, but perhaps you find him?

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Yes, it sounds like Hojo would fit in there very well.

"Many people in the shadow of truly great men are like that. Driven by what may start one way and becomes later jealousy and selfishness."

He definitely would. The Hojo of that world very well might be doing similar experiments.

"Yes." He sighed. "I mostly wasn't there when that was happening or I would have tried to stop it."

Wouldn't that be horrible? Hojo with access to 'hearts'? One would shudder to think.

"One can only stop what they are aware of. Perhaps you could not have done anything."

Definitely a horrifying prospect.

"Maybe not," Sephiroth consented. "It wasn't public knowledge at first." And maybe the king wouldn't have appealed to Sephiroth for help, had he been there. "It's pointless to ponder on, in any case." He started to get up.

Yes, speculation on the past rarely served anyone. Reeve sighs.

"I suppose you're not wrong on that fact. And I suppose you're ready to move out then."

"Yes. It's better not to stay in one place for too long. I'm almost surprised more zombies haven't shown up here."

He gave his sword a rather searching look as he brought it up with him. It had been good for the time being, but he still wished he had the Masamune.

"You were clearly effective at clearing this area out," Reeve counters. It takes time for them to show up after all.

Reeve, meanwhile, pushed to his feet. He's not armed himself, except with a pipe. Because of course he has no guns. But Minerva knew he wished he had.

"Hm. True." Sephiroth looked pleased at the compliment, at least.

"Where were you heading?"

"I agreed to rendezvous with my family again in the mines."

Something he thinks he could maybe manage. Probably. Maybe.

"I will escort you there, then," Sephiroth offered. He tried to make sure no one traveled alone when he found them. Even though he himself was usually alone.

Really? Reeve looks... shocked by that offer. It was hardly like he was the most friendly toward Sephiroth. So yes, it's unexpected in the extreme.

"Alright then."

If Sephiroth was only helpful to those who liked him, he ... probably wouldn't be very productive.

Sephiroth started towards the door. "You're surprised."

Would he be at all productive?

"Quite," Reeve admits. "I am not used to a face that looks like yours being so... generous. At least not for many years."

Some, perhaps.

"I have found it difficult to gain cooperation from some of the people here. I suppose they don't like someone new actually trying to make sure they don't travel alone during the current crises when that presumably wasn't an issue before."

Yes, it's definitely that and not Sephiroth's personality. Totally. Reeve holds his tongue though.

"I would be grateful then."

Sephiroth assumes anyone would be treated the same way and considered an outsider, but at the same time, he is aware he has a polarizing personality to boot.

"Very well." Relieved for the lack of resistance, he opened the door and stepped outside, looking around to make sure the coast was clear.

Reeve shifts his grip on his pipe, adjusts the bag with the quiet Mini on his shoulder, and steps out after the guy.

"Lead on then. I will try and stay close without being in the way.

"Yes, do stay close," Sephiroth says. He doesn't see or hear any zombies yet, but they come up so fast. He doesn't want Reeve to be harmed.

Good news is that he's not so foolish as to think he should get too far away from the man if he's offering shelter.

"As close as appropriate.

Sephiroth is relieved for that.

"Of course," he smirks.

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