Where Tseng is Sanzo
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pegunicentGenesis laughed, the ragged, tattered scroll in his hand momentarily forgotten as he reveled in the coursing power of the planet. He was invincible. He was a god. He was the champion who would set this poor fractured world to rights, because he had been *created* for that very purpose. He would carve new truth, new Light from the darkness that he'd been crafted from. If he was made of lies, he would baptize himself in truth!
His wrist exploded in pain and blood as one of the annoying pests from Shinra stalked out of the jungle toward him.
"You're under arrest for crimes against the SOLDIER military." The ant says calmly, as though his blue suit isn't spotted with mud and grime, as if blood doesn't streak down his face and one arm isn't bent at wrong angles.
Genesis spreads his wing and floats higher, glaring down at the first of so many he's going to destroy in fire, destroy for the affront of his pain, for the crime of their *lies* and betrayal and torturing of his Lady... She sings to him through his cells! "Hell Firaga!"
Sickly green poison seeps into wounds, satisfaction at the stench of burning meat and fibers not outweighing the sudden, sharp perforation of his thighs and throat. Even blind the ants aim is acute, his bullets bite where there is little armor, only Genesis's Lady strong and loving enough to close the wounds that would end mortals. Mere, weak, fleshy little worms. Vermin. Deceivers!
The scroll, forgotten for the moment, hits the leaf strewn mud of the jungle floor with a squelching thud.
Genesis raised his sword, the forest floor shining in red seals as he called upon the power of the planet below to expunge this annoying insect from it's surface.
"Muten! Zoutsuru banatsu waruinai!" A voice shouted, ringing through the air from a thousand directions at once, the broken man's gun still pointed upwards. From the forgotten artifact sprang twenty, forty, eighty lengths of gleaming paper covered in writing that re-wrote itself as it was read. The lengths wrapped around Genesis, binding him, cocooning in tight constrictions that shattered his wing bones, dislocated his shoulder and unceremoniously hauled him from the sky. Even as he screamed in outrage, a foreign power, like that of the planet yet not, was invading, violating him, tearing him away from the comfort of his Lady. She screamed and ripped at him as the power of the scroll tore back.
Under the blind, uncaring eyes of a beaten fool, the Red General was shattered.
His wrist exploded in pain and blood as one of the annoying pests from Shinra stalked out of the jungle toward him.
"You're under arrest for crimes against the SOLDIER military." The ant says calmly, as though his blue suit isn't spotted with mud and grime, as if blood doesn't streak down his face and one arm isn't bent at wrong angles.
Genesis spreads his wing and floats higher, glaring down at the first of so many he's going to destroy in fire, destroy for the affront of his pain, for the crime of their *lies* and betrayal and torturing of his Lady... She sings to him through his cells! "Hell Firaga!"
Sickly green poison seeps into wounds, satisfaction at the stench of burning meat and fibers not outweighing the sudden, sharp perforation of his thighs and throat. Even blind the ants aim is acute, his bullets bite where there is little armor, only Genesis's Lady strong and loving enough to close the wounds that would end mortals. Mere, weak, fleshy little worms. Vermin. Deceivers!
The scroll, forgotten for the moment, hits the leaf strewn mud of the jungle floor with a squelching thud.
Genesis raised his sword, the forest floor shining in red seals as he called upon the power of the planet below to expunge this annoying insect from it's surface.
"Muten! Zoutsuru banatsu waruinai!" A voice shouted, ringing through the air from a thousand directions at once, the broken man's gun still pointed upwards. From the forgotten artifact sprang twenty, forty, eighty lengths of gleaming paper covered in writing that re-wrote itself as it was read. The lengths wrapped around Genesis, binding him, cocooning in tight constrictions that shattered his wing bones, dislocated his shoulder and unceremoniously hauled him from the sky. Even as he screamed in outrage, a foreign power, like that of the planet yet not, was invading, violating him, tearing him away from the comfort of his Lady. She screamed and ripped at him as the power of the scroll tore back.
Under the blind, uncaring eyes of a beaten fool, the Red General was shattered.
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Date: 2013-11-29 07:48 pm (UTC)What happens after...
Date: 2013-12-04 07:26 pm (UTC)The sounds of screaming and battle stopped with a bone chilling suddenness, and the twins drew their guns in one smooth motion as they nearly flew into the clearing. They stopped, looking around for any possible threats, but there was only Tseng, a cigarette in his lips and a strange scroll around his shoulders that crackled occasionally as he tried to set his own arm. Nearby was what looked like a puddle of something mixed with black feathers and shredded red leather.
Holstering their guns, Sun and Moon walked over to where Tseng was sitting on the ground. They shook their head at Tseng's show of stubbornness because it was extremely difficult to set one's own arm and expect it to be straight when done. Crouching next to him, Sun gently took the busted arm before setting it with a sharp jerk. The second it was straight, Moon tapped into his Mastered Restore, healing all the injuries Tseng had sustained during his victorious battle with the late Rhapsodos.
The only show of discomfort that Tseng gave was a slight tightening of his jaw before the healing green light settled over his body. Tseng looked at them, brow arched, then murmured something almost thankful as Reno crouched down to light his cigarette for him.
"This Genesis, boss?" Rude asked, staring down at the green liquid slowly merging back into the soil, as the leader of the Turks took a long drag off his cigarette.
"What's left of Rhapsodos. His clones and mutated SOLDIER constructs are probably still around," Tseng muttered tiredly, his words emerging on a cloud of smoke.
"We ran into a few of his SOLDIERs," Sun remarked, rising to his feet and staring around the small battlefield. He was using his ears more than his eyes to see if any enemies were close. A SOLDIER could hide from the sharpest of eyes, but not even they could disguise their heartbeat as anything else.
"It is why we were delayed," added Moon, glancing at Reno and Rude, before grinning at Sun. Perhaps Tseng would give them free reign to hunt. "Orders, sir?"
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Date: 2013-12-04 08:25 pm (UTC)"Red leather, black wings and insanity. If they come together, shred it." He murmured around the cancer stick.
Reno arched a brow, flicking his ponytail before twisting the wrist holding his baton. "When'd you decide to take up smoking Boss?"
Tseng didn't bother to reply, stubbing out what was left of the burning filter in the liquid remnants of Genesis.
Rude only looked around calmly, cracked his impressive knuckles, and pointed to the East. "Nearest facility, we'll check there first."
Tseng nodded, looked them all over once, then shoved his hand in Reno's jacket to a lot of surprised squawking and pulled out a mangled packet of smokes. "We'll meet back at the heli-pad come sundown. Wutai's not getting any more Turks." The words came out in a low, dead growl. Whether directed at them, or the island nation currently writhing in war-torn agony was anyone's guess.
Stalking into the dark maze of the jungle floor, the white snap of the Muten scripture was the last thing to vanish from sight.
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Date: 2013-12-04 08:34 pm (UTC)After all, only Tseng was good enough and strong enough to keep them all together and prevent Rufus from self destructing in some harebrained scheme to get back at his father.
Neither of them noticed the not quite a woman watching them from the trees, a small smile on hir face as se watched the twins race after Tseng.