JENOVA

016 // vindicator | text.

2009-09-14T18:37:05Z

... Did you find your truth in this mist? Are you not yet satisfied? I know what has come. Will you let it guide you? Hold you? Cry to you with hard spent sorrow? Or will you rise to the occasion with your mistrust and your misjudgement? Are you flattered by its' mistakes? Can you see beyond the veil? Can you see as you claim to see?

But I see you ...

He who knows so much yet knows so little. She who wants so much to be yours but will always be his.

The game will be played.
How will you plea?

( Private to Angeal )
... You. A word.

015 // dystopia | video.

2009-08-18T01:54:12Z

[ The transmission fizzles to life with a leap of static lines and the eye of the communicator finds clarity on her streamlined back as sleek silver drips down the length of it. She's looking toward a large broken window, the device stationed on an elevated ledge not too far off, a table no doubt. Her arms are hidden, gently folded at her midsection and moments later, she takes a visibly deep breath ]

Just as I feared ...

[ Her voice softens and deepens all at once; soft with a strange instinct that has her feeling oddly bereft and deep with the forbidding augur of things to come. A dread greater than sympathy. ]

... I can feel you caving in.

[ She slowly unfolds her arms, fingertips rising to press against cold glass and dust, her other hand skimming the silhouette of the broken panel ]

Am I going to lose you, too?

[ She muses aloud in dull, dreamily dreary tones while making an intentionally false move along the razor's edge. ]

Surely not this way ...

[ And she takes red ink to an empty panel with four fingers, drawing a long set of streaks in one, lazy swipe as she takes a step back from the window. She's silent for a pause, and at last, her shoulders lift in a sigh. ]

Loz. Yazoo.

[ She turns her head slightly towards the communicator ]

—Come.

014 // revive | voice.

2009-07-27T17:32:24Z

When the cat's away ...

[ Her words are streamlined by a whimsical pitch, pursued by a thoughtful pause and a soft hum of the same thread ]

It almost feels better somehow. Quite the charming catharsis, Discedo. Pity about the weather. I really would fancy a walk. Or perhaps ... Perhaps I should pay a visit to our special guest. But first ...

[ She breathes out, long and deep ]

Riku ...

[ And her voice takes up a new kind of fondness then ]

Riku. You dear, sweet boy...

—You have my thanks.

Anything you wish. You need only ask.

( Private to Kadaj, Loz, Yazoo )
And how are you three holding up ... ?

013 // privation | voice.

2009-07-02T21:56:16Z

[ There's a gentle gasp as she absorbs the shock of stagnancy, unmoved from it by now, or perhaps more absorbed with her current undertaking, which isn't necessarily going according to plan. A hiss ... A growl. Some indecipherable sound, and quiet breaths turn to subdued laughter, lost in the softness, magnified by stillness, and something ... something is very clearly amiss. ]

Surrender the flesh ...

[ Strained whisper ]

—Salvage the mind. Give me back what is mine.

Too long without. Too long within. Deafness and silence ... The burning and blindness.

Inertia creeps ...

Let me live.

[ The line goes quiet, until finally, this body she seems so determined to forsake, at last gives up on her. There's a sigh, a staggered breath, and at last, a solid thud that snuffs the wind out of her as the transmission cuts out ]

[ ooc; Beyond the shock of network absence, Jenova's in a different kind of distress, weary of her condition and desperate to fix it, even if she has to tear herself apart to do it. Right now, she's in a semi-conscious heap, so forgive her if she makes even less sense than usual. /sobs ]

012 // prescience | text.

2009-06-05T18:48:12Z

Be careful, King of Kings ...

Yours is a story most tragic.

( Private to Kadaj )

I never wanted you to fall apart.

Forgive me, little one. I haven't been very fair to you.

011 // extenuation | voice.

2009-05-22T17:46:41Z

[ A fierce thunderclap tears through the mic, tapering into a soft series of sister booms before it quiets ]

The music of the gods ...

Hark the sound. Touch the beat. Find the whisper.

As for last week's incident at the clinic ...

I ask that you keep an open mind. I look around and I see so many of you advocating peace and compassion, yet there can be none from those who receive none. Our actions shouldn't surprise you... We are vilified and magnified. We are without your peace, we are without your mercy, and we are without your contrition.

We will not be cursed to suffer. We will not be condemned.

The choice is yours ...

Discedo.

010 // reverence | voice

2009-05-10T22:16:48Z

Perhaps it's the day...

[ She sounds relaxed despite everything, voice cool and euphonious as usual, but lacking a bit of its' normal fatigue as she lets out a fresh pitched sigh ]

But to those who have stayed... To those who have remembered... To those who have and will make me proud ...

I am truly pleased to have you.

—All of you.

009 // CATATONIA | text.

2009-04-21T17:12:23Z

&;...... / signal error 606

/ searching for signal ...

/ transmission reconnecting

J ... E ... N ... O ... V ... A ...

008 // PROGENY | text.

2009-03-25T07:09:16Z

Disjunction. Disassociation. Apostasy... Ridiculous. Forget not your inner child, for it is the last excuse... Your only excuse. Pretended thoughts buy pretended time. Fettered dreams meet frail disillusionment, yet the ties tighten still... Too blind to see that you're breaking into your own cage.

Running... Drifting... Losing.

—Live the lie. Fight your fate.

Become everything you hate...

007 // ALARMS | voice.

2009-03-09T14:29:04Z

[ There's a long, muted hiss that tapers into a hollow sigh, preluding some several seconds of silence until there's an explosion of sound, the echoed shattering of a lamp, perhaps ]

…Enjoy this while you may. You know not what you touch. You know not how to touch. Scientists. Doctors. Always touching and taking… Pretending to be making. Your lies were always the worst. Your touch was always the worst. When the cloud burns and the tide turns, let me show you how.

…

But what's this? One…two…three.

[ She makes another inhalation that seems contented, imitative, and her placid cadence resumes with tired, falsely luxuriating tones ]

Planets transposed, threads realigned… Sifting through the bonds of time. Stars fade, shadows remain… From the deepest corners, they rise again.

… Welcome home.

( Private to Yazoo | Viewable to Kadaj & Loz )
That was well done, Yazoo... Very well done.

( Private to Kadaj, Loz & Yazoo | Unhackable )
I wish to see you ... all of you.

006 // enemy | text

2009-02-23T02:03:19Z

False progenitors with your fatuous toys and feeble inhibitions ... Unimpeachable by your borrowed motions, sanctimonious in your empty triumphs ... ever ignorant of your stagnancy. Your greater good is only your greater want. Treachery in your catechisms, your aphorisms, your morality. Morality based on the lies which suit you best ...

... Who more to be afraid of than your very selves?

Your unique, charming, fascinating selves ...

( Private | Unhackable )

... I know you're here ...

Could it be? is it t r u e . . . ?

is that

why

you will not COME?

theycanthaveyou

you're mine

mineminemine

always mine

... But even the brightest stars can be extinguished.

005 // encore | voice

2009-02-15T19:42:36Z

[ The broadcast begins with a wet, squelching noise that upsurges in the seconds to follow for a thoroughly skin-crawling sound that silences as she settles. A sigh, empyreal for its' strange echoing quality as it fills the mic with softness, but fullness, and then ... a voice. A voice that some may recognize, others may not, but there's no mistaking a certain cool eccentricity ... a fanciful tune to elegiac tones when she speaks at last ]

Love lost and love found ... love made and love drowned ...

Duplicitous words speak felicitous truths. Sweet comforts soothe the surface wounds ... Take the blade, drink the shade ... Fleck the ground with stars of red. Your eyes grow wide, your hearts fall closed ...

—I'll be thy friend.

Mother knows.

Did everyone feel ... loved yesterday ?

004 // history | text

2008-11-10T10:38:17Z

The convening of man sparks age old conflict. He raises towers to climb them, bridges to walk them, and to what end...? The threat of society is the road to perdition. The spinning of words turns to the wielding of arms. Lost in the tides of hypocrisy, he brings about all that he strives to banish. He forgets what he knows and lives what he forgets. Death, war, and corruption follow wherever he goes, proving time and time again just how little he knows.

In struggling to understand everything, he ultimately understands nothing.

It is your curse. You will live with it, you will rot with it, you will d i e with it. Your time is short and your scope is narrow. Respect your limits. Respect your flaws. Understand that you will never understand.

Invasion of privacy, invasion of space ... Touching things that aren't yours.

All the same ...

Just

like

them

justlikethem

you should never have brought me here

I never forget ...

Now, you'll never forget me.

003 // crash | voice

2008-11-02T13:42:21Z

[ Transmission initiates with a burst of static, then another, seemingly the result of increased wind current that billows loudly into the mic for several seconds, letting up just enough for her mellow voice to be heard ]

—Always from the skies. Ruin comes with the fall. Cities, empires ... Entire worlds built upon false values of life, moral, and meaning. All for nothing when it comes. All for nothing when it breaks.

Ruin cannot be contained. Ruin cannot be caged. Crater. Glass. Lifestream. Discedo. Bars will bend, glass will shatter ... chains must break. All must break. None will hold. None can hold ... Not now. Not ever.

All ... must ... break.

[ Transmission ends ]

002 // HAZE | text

2008-10-31T15:09:01Z

Distinction becomes the invisible. Lines fade, worlds touch ... The threads that bind break without conviction. On the edge of a precipice, the dead dance on living breath. Victims sip lies from the fruits of unknowing. Deceit dipped sweet with virgin's blood and fool's prayer ...

Come dawn, the lines are redrawn. With new life, the lifeless seek repose.

Eternity outlives the night. The dirge outshines the day.

Sing ...

( Private to Sephiroth | Unhackable )

... He's happy here.

001 // WAKE | voice.

2008-10-24T03:42:07Z

[ There is the crackling sound of white noise that gradually breaks and dissolves with the resonance of a deep, echoing inhalation. Her voice is calm and measured, like a cold, easy whisper ]

Destruction colors the ages ... bleeding worlds dry, turning all to dust. Disaster ... Calamity ... Crisis. There is no escaping Her. She moves. She destroys others ... but cannot be destroyed Herself. Alpha and omega. Time is irrelevant. Time ... cannot stop Her. She is ash. She is dust. She is blood ... She is everything.

She ... is free. She will rise.

Wake the world ... Crisis from the Skies ...

heavenscrisis @ 2008-10-20T03:26:00

2008-10-20T07:30:49Z

Members of apurgatorium, puh-lease to be removing this journal. Got some stragglers still and I don't want you poor kids getting confused when I recycle this bitch. ♥