"It means that my experiment was a complete success!"
Who: Cloud, and anyone who wants to thread out pre-battle interactions with him
When: Wednesday afternoon (the 15 minutes before all hell breaks loose in the Visitor's Center)
Where: Visitor's Center, starting on second floor and headed to lobby
Summary: Sephiroth's puppet scouting out the battleground and preparing for battle
Rating: PG-ish
Warning: Crazy blond trying very hard not to slaughter everything that moves
Cloud didn't have nightmares.
Sure, he had dreams. They were constant, fluid, washing over him in a symphony of voices and images, both sleeping and waking, blending with the psychic whispers and the here-and-now. Some of them were quite horrifying, but Cloud accepted these as mere reflections of his imagination, nothing to be afraid of or upset about. He could often shrug off real-life trauma with the same serenity.
Except Cloud was having a nightmare. He willed his body to maintain the paralysis he'd been imposing on it for the last two weeks, but it wouldn't listen anymore. He was a Sephiroth clone, and existed for the sole purpose of serving Jenova's Chosen One. Today, his body obeyed its true master and no one else.
Cloud pulled himself smoothly to his feet and surveyed the nightmare landscape, trance-like. His mind was working feverishly to plot out the course of action that would best serve Sephiroth's wishes. Good, his sword was here. It was time to slaughter these witnesses before they could sound the alarm...
When: Wednesday afternoon (the 15 minutes before all hell breaks loose in the Visitor's Center)
Where: Visitor's Center, starting on second floor and headed to lobby
Summary: Sephiroth's puppet scouting out the battleground and preparing for battle
Rating: PG-ish
Warning: Crazy blond trying very hard not to slaughter everything that moves
Cloud didn't have nightmares.
Sure, he had dreams. They were constant, fluid, washing over him in a symphony of voices and images, both sleeping and waking, blending with the psychic whispers and the here-and-now. Some of them were quite horrifying, but Cloud accepted these as mere reflections of his imagination, nothing to be afraid of or upset about. He could often shrug off real-life trauma with the same serenity.
Except Cloud was having a nightmare. He willed his body to maintain the paralysis he'd been imposing on it for the last two weeks, but it wouldn't listen anymore. He was a Sephiroth clone, and existed for the sole purpose of serving Jenova's Chosen One. Today, his body obeyed its true master and no one else.
Cloud pulled himself smoothly to his feet and surveyed the nightmare landscape, trance-like. His mind was working feverishly to plot out the course of action that would best serve Sephiroth's wishes. Good, his sword was here. It was time to slaughter these witnesses before they could sound the alarm...