#risingofderp

[Aisha]: Hah!

It would cut the roleplay short.

Unless Sephiroth, IDK, stuffed his would full of CURE materia and activated them all at the same time and got into a coma instead. And no one knows because it's under his clothes. And who the fuck stuff their body full with materia that's like ... deadly.

Then when Sephiroth's body arrives at Shin-Ra Hojo must identify the body and 'salvage/harvest what he can'. [Aisha]: Sleep well!

[Crim]: selected people can absorb materia into their bodies, after they've been altered, and use magic without weapons/support devices [Crim]: kadaj, vincent, elfe [Crim]: sephiroth should be able to [Crim]: in wutai, say the mission went wrong [Crim]: say the showdown with the wutai general ended with both parties - sephiroth, and the general - 'dead', so to speak. the general, as his last stand, filled the fourteen year old with bullets and stuck a spear through his heart [Crim]: the turks, satelliting around the army, clean up... and there is the sad little body of a silver-haired boy [Crim]: which they zip into a body bag along with the rest of the fallen, and ship home. for research. because sephiroth has no family to mourn him, or need his body to be put at peace [Crim]: meanwhile at hq, hollander is barely able to contain his snide glee. 'i told you', he'd say to hojo. 'sending a twelve year old to war. what were you thinking' [Crim]: and the words 'i told you' are bleeding from veld's eyes, but the director doesn't have to say a thing [Crim]: and the president is furious. there go nearly twenty years of high investment. and hojo, hojo is up for eval, if not worse. hojo is probably expecting an unpleasant, business-like meeting from the turks one of these days [Crim]: but in the meantime, there's the body of a child to cut open, gather data from, learn from for the next batch of SOLDIERs [Crim]: and the sad body of a child is lying on an autopsy table, torso riddled with holes and a giant, ugly gash across his heart. and the child's eyes are half open under the curtains of his long, long lashes... but the glow in his irises are long gone [Crim]: and there is the universal expression of faint surprise on his face

[Aisha]: And he's stiff, and cold, because Sephiroth is never warm unless he moves and the room is cold.

[Crim]: and the body... it's just a body now, isn't it. a cold, lifeless thing lying on a metal table. but despite all the injuries the body doesn't look dead [Crim]: and hojo, vacantly, wonders if any damn body he's ever buried would ever look dead

[Aisha]: (Dad you're ripping my heart out aaaaah)

[Crim]: hers didn't - hers sat for days inside the mansion with jenova's will stagnant in her veins, preserving her like a sick puppet. and his didn't either - his swam in mako buffer until it glowed green with the force of chaos, until hojo saw him move without a pulse. but that's another story [Crim]: and sephiroth, bloodless and unmoving, was a sight too similar. hojo couldn't even laugh properly at the irony, but he did [Crim]: of course, it had no heartbeat. you could cut those glassy eyes right out of the boy's head now and it wouldn't matter in the slightest [Crim]: so... why the delay? with the tools for dissection in front of him, hojo alone with the corpse of just another specimen... why was he finding it so damn hard to get on with his job? [Crim]: fourteen years old. as if he hadn't inflicted worse on beings even younger. as if he hadn't witnessed the cries of small, pathetic things as his work twisted them into something greater, and felt nothing at all [Crim]: fourteen years old with bullet wounds he had to count and document. injuries and postmortem changes he had to describe... but the scalpel in his hand was trembling, so much he couldn't possibly make a clean cut. so he had to put it down [Crim]: down next to the blood-stained silver hair of his life's work, the blade catching sterile overhead lights and a tinge of mako blue. the reflection of hojo's eyes as he bent over, close to the cold, dead child, so he could press his forehead against that of the corpse [Crim]: and one gloved hand pressed against a ribcage with no beat beneath it - a scar where a heart used to be - and whisper, so soft he couldn't even hear it himself - 'i'm sorry. sephiroth. i'm so sorry.'

[Crim]: ...................okay i'm done hello [Crim]: i had that in my system fermenting overnight and argh D:

[Aisha]: Good good good, now I'll fall asleep thinking aobut this. [Aisha]: AND I think you should edit this and turn it into a drabble and post it. [Aisha]: and if you don't then I mgiht

[Crim]: i'll see xD [Crim]: goodnight!

[Aisha]: what no don't let me sleep on this note ;W; [Aisha]: YES I must sleep but please give me a happy ending with this [Crim]: well... the moment would pass, you know. hojo would collect himself and carry on

[Aisha]: My inner Sephiroth is pretty satisfied with this ending because at that part of his life he did his best, but I'm not happy with it. [Aisha]: Yes

[Crim]: work had pushed him through all the hardest times in his life. he was so good at seeing work above all other things [Crim]: so he'd start with the postmortem, go about his business [Crim]: document the external wounds. take the scalpel in hand. cut with practiced precision, though maybe the lines aren't as clean as they usually are [Crim]: until the ribcage was open and the thorax exposed - a cavity full of old blood surrounding bruised and lacerated lungs [Crim]: he'd find a few of the bullet heads - put these aside. peel back the lobes until the heart, sliced through the middle, was before him and- [Crim]: oh- [Crim]: but-

[Aisha]: (gods I love you. Love you and your storytelling.) [Aisha]: (I'm on the edge of my chair, well, bed.)

[Crim]: what was this? buried within the damaged organs, like a tumour feeding off a spiderweb network of vasculature... was the distinctive green sheen of... [Crim]: materia? [Crim]: emerald orb peering up at him like a single, accusing eye, its edges softened until they bled right into the surrounding tissue of the dead boy's chest. but how?

[Aisha]: (aaaaaaaaah 8D)

[Crim]: and hojo, feeling a rush of blood to the head, would snap off his gloves and put his fingers against the foreign body, which was warm in a vessel otherwise so cold, and say, his voice stern with forced calm - 'cure' [Crim]: for a second or two, nothing happens [Crim]: but then... [Crim]: slowly but surely... [Crim]: the thing begins to glow [Crim]: and hojo, who had seen absolutely everything life had to offer, would feel himself reel with the shock of it. the materia glowed. the tissue around it changed colour, from dry, dead maroon to red, and pink. [Crim]: and right before the old man's eyes, the laceration across the heart began to stitch shut.

[Aisha]: (chuckles happily)

[Crim]: and hojo, gasping as if the lungs that now struggled to reinflate in an open chest cavity were his, would steady himself for a moment against the metal table, before snatching his phs from his pocket and shouting for assistance [Crim]: all the medical personel they could spare. [Crim]: and, as the confusion and turmoil escalated around him, people in white coats pouring in, he would stitch the autopsy incisions shut with all the speed he could muster, and hook the body up personally to the life support system wheeled into the room [Crim]: hm! at first people would think he'd gone mad with grief [Crim]: but no. no- because the ecg that had shown a flat line would suddenly kick into action, with a reaffirming beep [Crim]: and the waves would start - slow, regular, a confirmation of life, against all odds, against all reason [Crim]: and hojo would be swept into a wave of activity for the next few hours, however long it took to stabalise a body that had returned from the dead [Crim]: it'd be quite a few days - weeks, even - before sephiroth woke from his coma [Crim]: but... he'd be alive

[Aisha]: (!!!)

[Crim]: and, a few weeks later, no worse for wear [Crim]: and people would marvel at and fear hojo's work.

[Aisha]: (bwaahaha, of course! [Aisha]: (and that'd be how he'd get his department.

[Crim]: the ultimate soldier. a monster that defied death [Crim]: ;)

[Aisha]: (Yes yes YESSS [Aisha]: I loved this. Very much. [Aisha]: I'm excited but I'm also going to sleep. I wrote almost 7,500 words today, so I'll need it. [Aisha]: Have a wonderful day, Dad. [Aisha]: Thank you.

[Crim]: <3

[Aisha]: You're the best and the worst and the best. [Aisha]: Night!

Sephiroth [Aisha]: How does TheGenesisRhapsodos sound?

Dya [Genesis]: THE Dya [Genesis]: yes Dya [Genesis]: I definitely like that

2nd rate traitor [Crim]: aw come on my are so much better 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: more fitting

Sephiroth [Aisha]: GOood. Sephiroth [Aisha]: Because to me, you are THE.

Dya [Genesis]: f#@$ off Dya [Genesis]: awww Dya [Genesis]: you're getting an autograph Dya [Genesis]: free Dya [Genesis]: signed picture

2nd rate traitor [Crim]: because nobody would actually pay for one

Dya [Genesis]: keep telling yourself that

2nd rate traitor [Crim]: wait wait 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: what about 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: inevitabledecay 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: lololol i could do this all night 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: anappleaday?

Sephiroth [Aisha]: You are an awefunny person.

2nd rate traitor [Crim]: couldn't keep the doctor away could it

Dya [Genesis]: ((omfg dude stop, geez, I'm at work and laughing so much it hurts Dya [Genesis]: *breathes* ok I'm calm

2nd rate traitor [Crim]: finefreakyfeathers 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: ...why do i get the feeling that line was in a song or smth

Dya [Genesis]: I hate you. Dya [Genesis]: With a passion.

2nd rate traitor [Crim]: mutual, mutual ;D 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: also i get that a lot

Dya [Genesis]: OOC, I don't get how the building didn't blow up between Sephiroth and Genesis being who they are

2nd rate traitor [Crim]: maybe it did and shinra just got really good at really fast reconstruction 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: like 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: there was that one scene where genesis DID blow up part of the building 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: hojo's lab, no less 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: frowns 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: and i mean, was that really necessary

Dya [Genesis]: yes.

2nd rate traitor [Crim]: the door was like, right there and everything but noooooo 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: had to blow up the specimen container 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: and fly out

Dya [Genesis]: very necessary.

2nd rate traitor [Crim]: drama queen

Dya [Genesis]: sod off

2nd rate traitor [Crim]: i get the feeling genesis would've persuaded sephiroth to get into Lots Of Trouble 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: bad influence and everything 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: i don't think seph really lived a day until gen and geal came along, bless them 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: you know if we shove my old man off to one side for a moment, i'm terribly thankful for gen and geal 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: ......until they ran off and broke seph's heart 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: .....but the bits before that

Dya [Genesis]: hey Dya [Genesis]: his going wacko is your fault.

Sephiroth [Aisha]: 8D

Dya [Genesis]: but yes, I agree to that Dya [Genesis]: I bet he was so confused by them at first

Sephiroth [Aisha]: I have to muffle my wacko uncontrolled giggling in class.

2nd rate traitor [Crim]: you both sound like you should be doing something more important

Dya [Genesis]: yes

2nd rate traitor [Crim]: i mean, if i lol'ed right now the only one i'd annoy is the cat 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: ...oh wait there she goes 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: maybe you two should go do important things

Dya [Genesis]: I'm pretty good at silent laughing but I'm finding it hard to focus with it and all

2nd rate traitor [Crim]: yes i know i am tremendously amusing 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: i could be a great stage actor if it wasn't for the mad science 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: but each to our calling

Dya [Genesis]: hey Seph Dya [Genesis]: are we gonna let him get all the credit? Dya [Genesis]: OI Dya [Genesis]: POSTER BOY

2nd rate traitor [Crim]: credit only where credit is due

Dya [Genesis]: CAMERA AT 12 O'CLOCK

2nd rate traitor [Crim]: fffff 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: i get the feeling that'd make him look toward 6 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: aisha's busy prettying your blog. or maybe she's paying attention to class like she sould be 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: try this one 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: SOLDIER FIRST CLASS SEPHIROTH

Dya [Genesis]: equally valid, but he's nonetheless distracted

2nd rate traitor [Crim]: dang 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: welp 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: i don't know if you meant to, but you're now following my blogs 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: that's probably aisha's doing 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: because you'll probably regret it

Sephiroth [Aisha]: Hm, what? You called?

Dya [Genesis]: lmao

2nd rate traitor [Crim]: i think we were playing 'who'll get seph's attention first' 2nd rate traitor [Crim]: did i win

Dya [Genesis]: delayed response, it's a draw

Sephiroth [Aisha]: Yes, it's a draw.

2nd rate traitor [Crim]: booooo

Dya [Genesis]: lmao Dya [Genesis]: I need to introduce you people to an Angeal

Sephiroth [Aisha]: Yes. Sephiroth [Aisha]: There is no decent angeal on tumblr. Sephiroth [Aisha]: they keep disappearing.

Dya [Genesis]: lmao

Sephiroth [Aisha]: but why did you want my attetion?

Dya [Genesis]: it's the degradation *shot* Dya [Genesis]: they need more Goddess in their lives *shot again*

2nd rate traitor [Crim]: the angeals keep disappearing

Dya [Genesis]: WHO THE FUCK IS THE SNIPER