OPEN POST; [ SEPHIROTH / FFVII ]

[supersoldier]

those chosen by the planet.

(( despite the ominous choice of music i default to a pre-nibelheim canon point, but can play post-nibelheim upon request! ))

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[supersoldier]

[Sarcasm and humor might as well be empty words, for how little they affect him. At this point, so much of Sephiroth cares not for what others might say, what they might think, in this world forged of lies and filled to the brim with those who hold a stolen inheritance in their hands.

But again, there’s something quite different about this one, made obvious by her easy flight that not-magic bursting from her hands and flying at his head. A swift dodge to the side avoids the first, and a slice of steel careens through the second. The force is still enough to push him back, as though he has just cleaved an explosion in two, jostling his frame; but Sephiroth remains planted to the ground this time, not pursuing her mid-air.

Eyes sharp, at least this time they flicker with curiosity.]

What are you supposed to be?

[higherfurtherfaster]

[It doesn't escape her that he phrased his question as 'what', not 'who'. Rude.

Since he didn't attack again, Carol considers how to answer as she lands, still keeping a good distance between them. There's no easy answer to his question. The ranks and titles she has claim to mean nothing on this backwater little world. And even if they did, she wouldn't call herself a Kree anyway. She still flinches mentally at the memory of her arrogant description of herself as a 'noble warrior hero' Kree to Fury. Of course at that time, she had considered Earth to be a backwater little world.

She shrugs.]

I'm a traveler. Just passing through to somewhere else.

[She doesn't offer a name, just throws his question back at him with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.]

And what are you supposed to be?