In the hallways

[home_fires_burning]

Sigyn's used to it.

It's how life in Asgard was, before her sons were murdered and her husband imprisoned--the constant reminders that they are outcasts, as though they could ever forget. People keeping their distance, finding sudden excuses to be anywhere else, even walking away when she's trying to talk to them. At best, she's spooky and her husband's annoying; at worst he's a criminal, dangerous enough to destroy the world, while she's an unpleasant reminder of things people would rather forget.

They'll manage. They've been through worse than this ship, after all--eventually they'll come to some suitable planet somewhere, and they'll leave. A planet with friendly, welcoming people, humble salt-of-the-earth types, who aren't looking for gods or advantages in war; somewhere the Sorrowful Mother and the Lord of No-One and Nothing can put down roots at last. There must be somewhere.

In the meantime, she's doing what any Norsewoman worth her salt would do: keeping busy. Drop spindles may be less efficient than spinning wheels, but they can be used while a woman is walking around, which is what she's doing now. Exploring the hallways of the ship, looking... and listening.

It's Not Unlike the Company Training Room

[rhapsoidein]

Genesis didn't quite remember how she found out about the holodeck, but when she did, she was very excited to try this out. It would also help her get her mind off things and help her practice again. She hadn't been able to sleep well, nothing about the ship or her situation, really. She just wasn't used to sleeping due to the constant pain she had been in. She was waking up a lot throughout the night, expecting it to strike and this healing from the Goddess to have been a trick of her mind.

Not to mention it was nice not having to be on the run all the time from ShinRa. Now, if only Angeal were here. If only he could see her now, she was a SOLDIER again. Maybe even Sephiroth could see her, if he wasn't still mad at her.

It had been a long time since she felt healthy. Like she wasn't about to fall apart at the seams. She had been dying for four years, degradation slowly taking her as her skin turned ashen, cracking like porcelain. She was still fairly thin, something her clothes hid well for the moment. But her hair wasn't thin anymore but back to its healthy shade and fullness.

Genesis shook her head, ridding her mind of thoughts of the past and focused on the present. Namely, the various monsters she was destroying with her crimson blade. Her body was still recovering, but her skills remained the same. She fought primarily with her sword but she always used magic to help as well. Even with the enhancements, it was pretty obviously her strength would never overcome Sephiroth's or Angeal's, so she focused her skills elsewhere. Namely her speed and agility and rather unique talent with materia. However, she wasn't sure if it was her health or something else going on right now as she fired off another Firaga spell at the Zolom. She felt even more tired than usual, every spell she cast weakening her further.

That didn't normally happen, not that fast anyway.

It finally plateaued as she stumbled due to dizziness, the tail of the zolom catching her about her middle. She hit the ground and rolled, wincing in pain and keeping her shaking hand tight on her sword. Well, shit, now what was she suppose to do? She was out of magic at this point and it drained at her own energy, why? Quickly, she pulled out a blue bottle, downing the liquid and using the little energy it gave her to behead the reptile in one swing of her sword. She forced the program to quit, leaving her in the middle of the black and yellow room, panting hard and shaking with exhaustion. Was it... was it because she wasn't on Gaia anymore? Materia used the Lifestream's wisdom to grant humans the power of magic, but without it... was the only other source herself?

"Great..."