A primitive male bonding ritual
Who: Cloud Strife and Loz. Other Jenova's Witnesses invited, too!
When: Friday evening
Where: Biodome
Summary: Cloud is in the mood for some bloody stress relief. Luckily, he has family here he can count on for help.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Gore, lots of it.
Cloud strode purposefully into the biodome. He wanted to destroy the things he'd just heard, rip the pages back out of the book, burn the past ten minutes right out of history. He had known he was seeking answers he didn't really want, and he'd gotten them.
Cloud was a failure. He'd never made it into SOLDIER. He didn't earn his enhancements in the military by prestigious qualification. He'd gotten them in a filthy basement. He was a disgrace to the uniform he wore... an ill-fitting, stolen uniform... that wasn't even his.
Cloud was no SOLDIER. He was just another one of Hojo's monsters, good for nothing but inhuman rage and killing. He was made out of hatred, mako, and Jenova, just like his brothers... they would understand. Silently, he called out to them. It was an enticing, unrepentant invitation to revel in violence for its own sake.
He stood in the grass, eyes closed, waiting for the Remnants' replies.
When: Friday evening
Where: Biodome
Summary: Cloud is in the mood for some bloody stress relief. Luckily, he has family here he can count on for help.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Gore, lots of it.
Cloud strode purposefully into the biodome. He wanted to destroy the things he'd just heard, rip the pages back out of the book, burn the past ten minutes right out of history. He had known he was seeking answers he didn't really want, and he'd gotten them.
Cloud was a failure. He'd never made it into SOLDIER. He didn't earn his enhancements in the military by prestigious qualification. He'd gotten them in a filthy basement. He was a disgrace to the uniform he wore... an ill-fitting, stolen uniform... that wasn't even his.
Cloud was no SOLDIER. He was just another one of Hojo's monsters, good for nothing but inhuman rage and killing. He was made out of hatred, mako, and Jenova, just like his brothers... they would understand. Silently, he called out to them. It was an enticing, unrepentant invitation to revel in violence for its own sake.
He stood in the grass, eyes closed, waiting for the Remnants' replies.