Who: Irvine Kinneas, Sephiroth
Where:  Irvine's Dorm.
Why: Sephiroth was disturbed by a few of Irvine's accusations and needed clarification on them.
Date of Log:  9/3/00




Irvine had actually been napping. This is not unusual for him. He tends to stay up late at night. *cough* However, since it's been three days since he last saw the infamous Sephiroth, he's begun to feel a little safer wandering around these days. He no longer jumps at shadows, or glances around warily if he catches movement from the corner of his eye. He rises, stretches, and doesn't bother donning anything other then the black denim jeans he'd been wearing when he fell asleep, leaving himself bare chested save for the strange tribal necklace he wears, as well as the Galbadian holy symbol. Compared to the regality the General displays, the cowboy is definately dressed down. Auburn hair unpinioned, it flows around his shoulders in a deshelved manner. And this is how he exits from his personal room, having forgotten his hat on the table in the main room.
Of course, he stops short the moment he realizes someone... ok, not just someone, -Sephiroth- is sitting on the couch. Well, so much for escaping the General's scrutiny. He frowns, wondering why in the world the man is here again, what -else- could he possibly have to ask/say to the redheaded gunman. He notes the attire, and the lack of his own, though it's not out of any sort of self-conciousness. Irvine has never cared for the foppish trappings of such regal looks, far preferring the 'manliness' of his herder outfit. (Besides, the boy's terribly effeminate as it is, no need to highlight it further.)
Not bothering to beat around the bush, Irvine merely says, "You're back. I didn't think you were returning."

There is something very freeing when you reach the point that you simply don't give one damn about what others think of how you dress and how you look, and Sephiroth has very much reached that point. Of course it doesn't help that he was raised among the worst of the Midgar upper plate society.. a society who's outfits run well into the obsene at times, and in general just lean towards down right fantastical and gaudy. He's dressed rather sedate for one of their parties. Anyway, he no longer cares what people think of him and so wears what feels comfortable. Sad to say this is the kind of thing that feels comfortable. You enter the room in your state of near undress and Sephiroth continues to sit as he has been, not moving more than the pale fingers that absently trace the patterns in the material of the cushions.
Feline eyes settle on you, noting your mussed hair and your bare chest, and again the holy symbol you wear on your chest. That is what draws his attention more than anything else on you. He's not here for anything other than information after all. You are attractive and all, but there is such a thing and dating within your own species and Sephiroth tries to keep it that way. "Do you normally state the obvious?" Is asked quietly, and with it the man blinks in his lazy and rather inhuman manner.

Luckily Irvine's far too overly-heterosexual to give Sephiroth much thought on the attractive scale. He might look slightly female at times, but he's most definately not, nor is he the gunman's type (usually one must have breasts and a penchant for being loose to be his type, anyway). Knowing next to nothing about Midgar's elite parties and decadant get togethers, he isn't used to seeing a guy quite... dressed like that. Well, it's -Sephiroth-, what does he expect? Crossing the room toward the little coffee table, he reaches for the hat, flipping it up onto his head where it belongs. "What are you here for this time?" he replies, ignoring the jibe. Seeing as all the other times he's been sought out by the man, he's had lots of questions. Irvine's mistake was in believing he'd finally alleviated all the curiousities Sephiroth had about Garden and Guardian Forces.
Looping thumbs through the loopholes of his jeans, he adds, "I'm not supposed to talk to you, you know. Actually, just seeing you means I'm supposed to find an instructor or Staff person." But, from the way he says it, it's fairly clear he's not going to do either. "But out of curiousity, what is it this time?"

The times before the mako infused man had been inclined towards a faint humor. That is lacking today and it leaves his pale features so totally mask like that combined with the ornate hair his head might be more of some costume mask than a face. Glowing green eyes, milk colored skin, silver hair, and all of those gems glittering in it. Perhaps if you knew you were the cause of his lack of humor you might get some feeling of satisfaction out of it. "What was I here for last time?" He asks in way of answer. Information. The hand that had been tracing paterns on the couch cusions lifts and he points a finger at your holy symbol. "I don't want to know about Garden or your spirits this time however. I want to know why you wear the symbol of a group that you so clearly hate, and that you compare me to when you are angry." His tone is dispassionate, but he is honestly anything but when it comes to this. Sephiroth simply doesn't handle his weak emotions well and when they get in a dander he starts looking more and more like some statue that has been dressed. A store shop mannequin? It would certianly have to be one hell of a strange store though.
As he drop the hand it falls to his lap and there threads fingers with its mate. "Am I that much of a threat to you that you are not allowed to talk to me?" He should find that funny, but he doesn't. Too many questions left unanswered. Just how did he manage to play with your head like the priests he's been looking at for the last one and a half days. Sephiroth does plan to go back to learn more, but for now he's asking you.

When it comes to Sephiroth's moods and humor, Irvine's relatively clueless. He has tendencies toward being empathetic, but he is not, in fact, empathic like Sigurd or Issei. Reading someone's moods is limited to body language, and that is something Sephiroth seems adept at keeping to a neutral fidgeting. Nothing to glean from that. He expected the first answer. The General is after information, as usual. The second is met with a reddish eyebrow lifting in askance. Cornflower blue eyes flicker down to the holy symbol he's been wearing far more often as of late. Now is when he starts to peice things together. He -had- made a comment to the white haired man about his tendencies for mind games, comparing him to the Priests who used to engage in such games daily with him. At least until his final escape. But, why bother asking him about it? Unless... the comment somehow got to him. The redhead's lips quirk to the left, though it's not a smile or even a smirk. "I don't suppose you would understand irony, would you." It's not said as a question. However, he doesn't elaborate further on the subject yet. This is a rather personal subject with him, and waxing intellectual on it with a man returned from the 'dead' isn't high on his list of priorities.
As for how much of a threat Sephiroth is, Irvine shrugs, "They don't really think they can stop you from poofing in here whenever you want. They don't like that you seem to have honed in on me. I get interrogated every time I'm seen with you."

He listens in silence, listens with patience, and waits for you to finish before he says anything further. Irony is an iffy subject with the man for he lacks a lot of the social ability to be able to tell when it's being used and if it's being used correctly. Thanks to that he just opts to saying nothing at all about your non question and seems to have picked the better of his options. For once. No Garden can't stop him from arriving when he wants. They simply don't have the means for that. Sure there are ways, but no one on Balamb seems willing to take up worship to one of the many gods that populate this world. God magic, true god magic, can and will stop him from entering places. It's how he's trapped in Kutou right now. "I think the more important question here, Kinneas, is how you feel about all of this. Not what your instructors feel is right for you. Monster I am called as well I know, but if you tell me to go I will. Right here and now tell me to leave and I will trouble you no longer." Sephiroth doesn't bother to give his word for in Midgar giving your word really doesn't mean anything. Too many break it and with far too much regularity. That country is in fact a very sad place truth be told. Sephiroth has learned that over the last few months. "I want to know just how I have been like those priests and their attempts to force one into following a god." That's how he sees it anyway. Since when has he tried to bully you, or intimidate you, into serving someone? Yeah, he is rather clueless about how Jenova is. Sorry.

Reaching up to swipe his fingers through chestnut bangs, Irvine experiences a moment of indecision. These visits from Sephiroth are surreal. He's never sure what to expect, though he has managed to understand that when those glowing eyes really start to radiate, look out, the psychotic side of the General is coming out. That this is Jenova is beyond his understanding. However, the white haired man has just given him the option to end these little meetings, and though such promises can easily be broken, he senses that Sephiroth actually -means- it. However, one thing the redhead hasn't yet admitted to himself, is his own curiousity. A dead man visits, a legendary dead man at that. So, he opts to ignore the option granted to him for now.
However, Irvine really finds it hard to believe that Sephiroth isn't aware of the mind games he was playing the last time the two met. "Galbadian Priests are cold bastards, the majority of them. To get into any real power you have to dominate those with a weaker will." Which, unfortunately, happens to be those who are truly pious toward 'God' and honestly mean no one any harm. "The Knights are their puppets, fanatics toward God. But none of them really give a damn about God, just their own personal power, Sephiroth," It's his personal opinion that someone just made a 'God' up and set him into power. Of course, he has no idea how close he is to the truth in that matter, " And that's all I saw from you in the training grounds. I know I couldn't win against you in a battle, you knew it too, and you toyed with me as if you were a cat and I was a catnip ball. I probably wouldn't have noticed, except I've seen that bull before."

Unknowing of your thoughts, the man can only sit there and listen to what you are willing to tell him... and the more he hears the less he likes of it. The first part is something he saw even during his short time in Galbadia. He does plan to learn more of that place, but that is for another day and not something to be bothering you about. However, the second half brings him to be puzzled. YOu get to see the slight shifting of his brows as they suggest a frown. Sephiroth is thinking and he's thinking quite a lot right now. You were toyed with? That isn't something he does with people. He just doesn't. Too many years of being used and being abused to start playing with people like that. The idea of doing it doesn't sit well within his mind, and yet you are being honest here. That much he can tell. You were scared and although there is some anger behind your words they are at least honest ones.
You finish speaking and there is a long, long silence which follows. The man is thinking. Those slitted eyes don't glow any brighter than they did when you first saw him there, but they are indeed focused right on you. And they hold there to boot. Sephiroth gaze is not a comfortable one for all of the little things 'wrong' with it. The feline pupils, the fact he doesn't blink as often as he should, and the fact he just didn't learn as a child that staring at people is bad. When eventually he does speak, the SOLDIER's lips have thinned and his frown has grown. It isn't focused on you however. There is a shifting of his weight on the couch for the subject isn't one that makes him comfortable. "Tell me.. when this occured was the air around you cold?"

Indeed, those eyes are almost the stuff of nightmare, for all they seem to peer right through you. Soul peircing? No, that's far too cliche, but they are indeed disconcerting. More like a born predator looking serenely at would be prey. However, Irvine forces himself to stare right back, the ire of his words granting him the impetus to stand his ground. The cornflower blue of his own eyes is not at all intimidating, but he's not trying to be (that stuff's for the birds anyway, he lets his gun do the talking if he wants to intimidate). He lets the silence pass, even as it stretches out into the ranges of damned uncomfortable. Privately he wonders what kind of thoughts are going on inside that white haired head. The shifting on the couch seems uncomfortable too, though the redhead is inclined to disbelieve it. So far he's seen little in the way of emotion from Sephiroth. Why should he start now?
"Yeah... it was damn near freezing," he responds simply. That arctic aura is remembered involuntarily and he shivers without meaning to, finally refusing to look at Sephiroth. Why this should make any difference is beyond him. But this, again, is his ignorance of Jenova and her effects on her 'son'.

Sephiroth can't see into anyone's soul and he can't read your mind, and he's actually very happy with that fact. The world screams into his mind at all hours of the day and night. He just doesn't need the thoughts of a people he lacks the means to be able to truly understand as well. The Soldier is already mad, don't drive him past the point of no return. Jenova is trying to get him there fast enough all on her own. As you admit that it was cold he actually looks away from you. Eyes flicker away and then he turns his face from you as well, giving you a look at his profile. Lids are mostly lowered, but there is no pleasure there and he almost radiates displeasure. Yes, Sephiroth just managed to finally figure something out, and he didn't at all like what he found there.
This along with all of his other clues can mean only one thing. Jenova has been taking control of him and doing things. It explains so many other little things that never made sense before. Explains all sorts of small memory losses, and the anger of some others. Oh yes, it explains a lot of things, and makes one man very unhappy. For even as Sephiroth realizes that he's been controlled he also knows that there isn't anything he can do about it. How do you fight something that is controlling you through your very cells?
With a further thinning of his lips, the lean man flows to a standing position from the couch, making his hair chime musically, quietly as the gems contact one another. He doesn't mean to be intimidating here, and as he looks to you there is actually a touch of fear that flickers over his long features. Even Sephiroth feels fear. "You weren't talking to me then, Kinneas." It's all he says though and no excuses are at all attempted.

This is getting even more surreal, if that were even possible. Watching Sephiroth's reaction to his reply, Irvine lifts an eyebrow. He's confused, to say the least. In all the times he's met with the white haired man, he has never seen this kind of emotional outletting. It is unexpected, and for all the animosity he had begun to build toward the General, the redhead actually takes a step forward, a hand outstretched slightly in a solicitous gesture. It's a human reaction, but moreover it's an Irvine reaction toward someone who's obviously showing another human reaction. Fear. The fact that it's Sephiroth is the only thing that finally halts him. The man doesn't seem the type to appreciate someone's concern. "What do you mean...? Who was I talking to then?" He's not about to let that just go without some sort of understanding of it.

You move forward and the reaction isn't violence in any way, but just the same Sephiroth reacts poorly. You move and the black clad form tenses to the point where you can see the muscles in his throat press against the skin. The day before you had been the one being played with, being intimidated. Now it seems as if you have just about cornered the ex general. His expression doesn't change, but the shifting in stance says the world about what he's feeling right this moment. Don't touch me. Mako colored eyed eyes are locked to yours and he stares in that uncomfortable silence for a time trying to think about what to tell you. It is filled with those chimes from the gems in his hair as they sway. Just how does he make sensse out of any of this for someone who just doesn't know? "You were talking to Jenova." he pauses again, clearly not having the words to express himself, and struggling with it all. "Just as you have a spirit, so do I. ..Only mine isn't by choice." He doesn't know what possession really is to be able to explain it that way. Also, until this moment he wasn't allowed to know that Jenova was doing the things she does.

Backing off rather quickly, Irvine lets his hand drop back to his side, making no further motions to get anywhere near Sephiroth. Ok, bad move, but it wasn't really something he thought about before doing it. Just a reaction. He watches, finding himself in a position he didn't think possible with the General, one of possessing the upper hand, well, at least having him cornered in a way. The chimes are ignored, as if they were distant wind chimes outside someone's window, background noise, something to take away the pure silence. After the final explanation, the gunman lets the silence fill the room again, letting his mind absorb this knew knowledge. A spirit bonding at least puts it into perspective for him. Badb, however, would never take him over like that, or speak for him or through him. She doesn't have that kind of control over his body or his mind. The way Sephiroth explains it, however, leads him to believe that this 'spirit', Jenova, is nothing like Badb, or her kind. "I suppose this is not a bond you can break either."

Instead of speaking, Sephiroth shakes his head to give you your answer. No, he can't break the bond. As fas as he knows there is nothing that can. The shake brings about more of the chiming for the two of you to ignore. Still rather tense no matter that you moved away, he shifts his weight between one foot and the other, again fidgeting. This isn't any more comfortable for him than it is for you. "While I was in the womb by own father injected me with a combination of chemicals. It's what made me the way I am. Jenova was in that injection and although she didn't appear for many years she waited, biding her time. You just gave me the last bit of information that allowed me to realize just what has been going on. I can not break something that is in my very cells. I have not been made the richer by this information, Kinneas." His cages just keep having different doors and bars, and don't always look like cages. The man is starting to believe he will never be free. Little does he know that someone even now works to break Jenova's control. It won't free him by any means, but it will at least allow him to have his own mind. A part of him wonders why he's bothering to tell you any of this. Perhaps it's because he's frightened, or perhaps just because you asked. Sephiroth isn't sure of much anymore it seems.

Walking away from Sephiroth entirely, Irvine does attempt to give the man as much space as possible, leaning against the door to his room now. Folding his arms over his chest, the Galbadian holy symbol suddenly hidden from view, he watches the man as the minutes stretch out with their continued awkward silence. Being raised out on the Galabadian plains, such things as Sephiroth describes are almost beyond him. Injecting cells? Is that anything like injecting a Guardian Force into someone? He's curious, but seeing the discomfort in the white haired man's reactions, he hesitates to ask anything further. Whatever it is, it's clear that what Sephiroth describes would be anyone's worst nightmare. With nothing else really to say, the redhead merely offers dumbly, "I'm sorry..."

You're sorry? That was the wrong thing to say. Perhaps not wrong to someone else, but it was the wrong thing to say to the likes of Sephiroth. His features immediately return to being emotionless, even as his eyes fix on you and hold there in almost a dangerous way. Cornered animals are at their most dangerous after all. Never forget that. He actually growls at you a little, voicing his dislike of those two words, but says little else. The answers he wanted have been given. It's not your fault that they weren't at all to his liking. With a toss of the head that makes the whole mass rattle instead of chime and one section over a shoulder to be flung towards the back, Sephiroth disappears. Your pity doesn't sit well with his pride. So badly that he's just going to opt to leave now and save himself from anything else you might say and so. No, he's not taking this well. So it means that just like before, in the blink of an eye, your uninvoted guest takes his leave of you. Probably won't be back for a long time at this rate either. ..going to report this visit?