calamity of skies

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fights honorably / fights dirty  

prefers close quarters / prefers range

chats during  / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated / shouts when attacking

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging

fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon / prefers magic or spells

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential

exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set

fancy footwork / sloppy footwork

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy 

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when the opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing

has ptsd / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill 

it is not to be questioned .     the incredulous act to show his disobedience upsets MOTHER .     he was to be at the mercy of JENOVA’s will , now harbinger must force him to comply .     it does this with pain and discipline , the cells within his body heighten in overdrive .     MOTHER’s influence must strengthen and rip forth from his precious mind the soul of his humanity .     he does not need it , a useless resource the calamity will devour .     JENOVA’s son will comply , without any heed to his emotions .     sephiroth had provoked the monstrosity within , her softness shifted on him within the blink of an eye .

void of the feigned warmth it would exhibit normally , it is the sensation of ice that holds his maw in tight clutch .     JENOVA needn’t express with physical touch , what its mind could harness with invisible energy to scold him .     mountains have crumbled beneath the calamity’s destruction , a son would be no different when all the power inside him is MOTHER .     the unlimited potential of JENOVA’s control will compel his towering presence to bow .     he must know the anguish of her years spent on this planet .

‘     you would still ardor the woman whose ancestors forced us underground , trapping us for eons to suffer ?     ‘     it is not the adoring tone he will recognize , the one MOTHER knew he wanted was stripped from his privileges .     if he were to not disappoint , there was still time he could redeem himself for his weakness .     ‘     she is the only one with the power to stop us . what makes you think she will not harm you ? love ?     ‘     the hostility transfers from MOTHER to son , wanting child to know the experience of what it endured .     the years of solitude whilst voraciously starving , deserted to pine for the cosmos , and bask in the continuity of an eternal damnation .     his MOTHER sentenced to rot in the crust of gaia .     a fate parent would not wish ‘pon their offspring .     he must see the betrayal she will bring him , to them .     MOTHER is only trying to protect , pitting lovers against one another .

‘     what i offer you is greater .     ‘     visions disperse , severing the link to release her son from the terrors of its nightmare .     the calamity’s grasp relents ‘pon child’s mien , replaced with gentle palm to cradle the cheek only a MOTHER can love .     ‘     our bond will always be superior , she does not know you like i do . i am your MOTHER . . .     ‘

‘     now , do as i say , my son .     ‘     and prove to MOTHER your allegiance .

* 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙼 :  Lady Gaga ( for default JENOVA fem form ) * 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴 :  JENOVA ( given name by the cetra ) * 𝙰𝙶𝙴 : n/a ( estimated over 2000 , but is well over the age of gaia itself ) * 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 : n/a  * 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚂 : extraterrestrial  * 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 :  androgynous / n/a * 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 : n/a  * 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙳𝙰𝚈 : n/a * 𝚂𝚄𝙽 𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽 : n/a * 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 :  the cosmos / but travels planet to planet throughout the galaxies * 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙻 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : n/a * 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 : neutral evil / true neutral * 𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙺 : n/a * 𝙵𝙾𝙾𝙳 : life forces / energy * 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙾𝚁 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 : neither * 𝚂𝙽𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂 : none * 𝙿𝙴𝚃 :  all its hosts * 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚄𝚁 : black * 𝙵𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁 : chrysanthemum / associated with death * 𝚂𝙴𝚇𝚄𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 : asexual * 𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝚃𝚈𝙿𝙴 : transmute  * 𝙴𝚈𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚁 : n/a ( alien androgynous figure /  heterochromia iridum ) * 𝙷𝙰𝙸𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚁 : n/a ( alien androgynous figure / silver )

it was pure adoration that barreled into her .     a child’s warmth pressed to bosom as he lay his head to rest .     a false heartbeat throbs beneath makeshift ribs .     his elation in words are met with his MOTHER’s adoring eyes .     greeting the young with undying affection , malicious intent is veiled by love .

a beaming smile spreads across fleshy lips , the warmth of motherly touch encompasses the fullness of a child’s face .     the brisk rub of nose to a much cuter button nose ensue , the familiarity of her beautiful voice speaks to him     ‘     hi , baby !     ‘

the dream begins to lose its grasp , reality slowly blooms into the macabre truth that it is .     and a poor child will not be able to tell the difference .     it still looks like MOTHER .     her soft ashy brown tress warmly tucked against his neck , resting her chin o’er his shoulder .     the tide of her embrace wraps him close , loving arms painted o’er the image of something more wretched encapsulating his form . 

scooping child to carry away .

‘     aw , thank you sweetie . i love you , so much .     ‘

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