An Eye for an Eye [Active/Closed]
Characters: Cloud Strife, Aya Brea, Naoki Kashima, Reno
Content: How do you justify the near-death of your own savior? Cloud and Aya have a little chat.
Location: 70 Irving Place
Time of Day: Morning
Warnings: Description of burn and torture injuries and various unhappy topics.
ooc note: Soooo, basically. Cloud and Reno will start out with a thread going to Aya's place, and Aya and Naoki can chat amongst themselves for a bit until the threads merge. Cool, guys?
It had been long enough. They needed to talk.
It didn't matter that he hadn't slept, that his injuries had been healed, but he still appeared pale and sickly. It was nearly a week now, and he simply could not rest knowing his savior was in such horrible condition. Because of him. Because he couldn't get out on his own. Because he had been so trusting of other people to get himself in that situation in the first place, so stupid to believe someone who obviously looked and acted suspicious...
Never again.
He was never helping people again.
It was just... Aya had been so kind, and had even risked her life to make sure he was safe. Like... a mother would. She would never replace his true mother, though. The one who had raised him and supported his decision to join ShinRa and SOLDIER, the one who had died mercilessly in the hands of Sephiroth. His entire family, in that instant. Gone. He hadn't even heard from Tifa in awhile.
Aya and Eve were all he had. He would not let them be taken by those maniacs.
Walking down the long hall was a bit of a pain in his state. The pain itself was gone, nothing but a horrible memory of what had occured. But he had just been so restless and tired and... he knew it was taking its toll on his mental state.
A lack of sleep can induce insanity. Take care of yourselves before others.
Where had he heard that? That... was never taught in SOLDIER, was it? Or was he having memory problems again?
Aya.
Find Aya.
Help Aya.
Focus.
Focus.
Fo... cus...
He hadn't even realized when he felt himself going tipsy, managing to catch himself on the sterile, white wall for support to stand once more.
Content: How do you justify the near-death of your own savior? Cloud and Aya have a little chat.
Location: 70 Irving Place
Time of Day: Morning
Warnings: Description of burn and torture injuries and various unhappy topics.
ooc note: Soooo, basically. Cloud and Reno will start out with a thread going to Aya's place, and Aya and Naoki can chat amongst themselves for a bit until the threads merge. Cool, guys?
It had been long enough. They needed to talk.
It didn't matter that he hadn't slept, that his injuries had been healed, but he still appeared pale and sickly. It was nearly a week now, and he simply could not rest knowing his savior was in such horrible condition. Because of him. Because he couldn't get out on his own. Because he had been so trusting of other people to get himself in that situation in the first place, so stupid to believe someone who obviously looked and acted suspicious...
Never again.
He was never helping people again.
It was just... Aya had been so kind, and had even risked her life to make sure he was safe. Like... a mother would. She would never replace his true mother, though. The one who had raised him and supported his decision to join ShinRa and SOLDIER, the one who had died mercilessly in the hands of Sephiroth. His entire family, in that instant. Gone. He hadn't even heard from Tifa in awhile.
Aya and Eve were all he had. He would not let them be taken by those maniacs.
Walking down the long hall was a bit of a pain in his state. The pain itself was gone, nothing but a horrible memory of what had occured. But he had just been so restless and tired and... he knew it was taking its toll on his mental state.
A lack of sleep can induce insanity. Take care of yourselves before others.
Where had he heard that? That... was never taught in SOLDIER, was it? Or was he having memory problems again?
Aya.
Find Aya.
Help Aya.
Focus.
Focus.
Fo... cus...
He hadn't even realized when he felt himself going tipsy, managing to catch himself on the sterile, white wall for support to stand once more.