Sector 5 - Cloud's Shop
Who: Cloud Strife, Lapis WEAPON, & Vincent Valentine
Status: Closed
When: 11:45pm
Where: Strife Delivery Service Storage Shop, Sector 5
What: Bringing a wounded WEAPON and Vincent back to the shop after the battle
( He needed a big chain… and a blanket )
Status: Closed
When: 11:45pm
Where: Strife Delivery Service Storage Shop, Sector 5
What: Bringing a wounded WEAPON and Vincent back to the shop after the battle
( He needed a big chain… and a blanket )
It didn’t take long, and soon enough its body succumbed to the warmth and fatigue as it collapsed down onto the area and fell into an unrestful sleep. Time continued to pass on while it lay on the rug, and the room remained completely still until the moment a wisp of green filtered through the floor of the room. It moved upwards, spiralling around itself in a delicate dance before another gracefully rose up to join it.
They spun around each other a few times before joining together, and the sight of other thin tendrils broke through the floor all around the sleeping WEAPON. It appeared that the wisps were content to simply remain weaving their way around each other, before enough of them had gathered and their movement began to gravitate over towards the injured creature.
There was a definite rumbled groan the moment the first delicate tendril made contact, but the creature remained sleeping despite the onslaught, and its body only shuddered softly in response to substance. Crawling over its body, the tresses of glowing green ran over the dark blue scales, dancing their way over before spreading out in multiple directions at once. A small part weaved its way around the base of the injured wing, while another headed down to run and wrap tightly about the bandaged leg. The remaining tendrils slipped beneath the bandages and into the shoulder wound as it pressed deeply inside - inciting a discomforting whine from the beast as it wrapped around the bullet still within.
The bandages burnt away at the substances touch, freeing the injuries from their carefully bound forms shortly before something fell out from within the shoulder wound. Soon afterwards the delicate wisps of green encircled the wound, dancing gracefully around the open hole shortly before the torn muscle and broken scales began to visually heal themselves.
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Wheeling Fenrir in once he found all the doors and walls attached to the storage building, he walked to where the second office was and sighed. The door was still attached to the frame and there were no huge blown holes in the walls either. He supposed that was one success in his favour.
He walked to the bathroom and grabbed some rubbing alcohol, twizzers and remembered he had bandages in the second office. He walked to it and opened the door softly, pausing at the sight of what could only be Lifestream traveling along the dragons body.
He slipped in and closed the door, careful not to disturb the creature as he slid down the wall and eased the items in his arms back down to the floor. He pulled off the bandages to his left hand and began to work.
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Blue scales which were highlighted by the softly glowing substance reflected the colours off of it until the Lifestream began to withdraw as its work was completed. Hind legs stretching out, there was a sliver of red peering out from beneath close lids shortly before the WEAPON’s mouth opened up widely in a large yawn. Its entire body was still exhausted, and the creature was going to settle back into sleep until its senses picked up the presence of another.
Eyes widening in an instant, the WEAPON scurried up onto its feet as the last remaining traces of Lifestream disappeared. Releasing a half exhausted snarl, it unsteadily spun around on the spot to face the other in the room.
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He hummed softly the same tune as before as his right hand picked up the twizzers and began to poke around in the holes and slices in his palm. Aside from dried blood, there was nothing of what he had seen before. Strange, he thought as he pulled a few small pieces of glass from his hand.
He ignored the pain and just worked, flexing his hand every once in awhile to test for pain. It took a few minutes to find the last small piece before setting down the twizzers and looking over to the dragon. "You're a WEAPON, aren't you? You bleed Lifestream... and here it is repairing you. The only being I know of from the Lifestream is a WEAPON," he remarked conversationally.
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Taking a tentative step out from the warmth of the corner, the dragon made certain to keep its distance from the human while its gaze followed their every movement. When attention was given in return, its entire frame froze in reaction. Raising its head up higher, it attempted to obtain the others scent on the air, but found its efforts failing due to the heavy smell of blood.
The WEAPON’s head tilted to one side as it growled softly in return to their words. The human language was something it couldn’t understand, but it obtained what information it needed partly by their tone. Lowering its head slightly, its front leg touched down onto the floor before it cautiously began to advance on the other. Closing the distance between them, the creature paused just outside of their reach before moving to sit on his hind legs.
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Aerith and a WEAPON traveling together. What did that mean? The WEAPONs had been created by the planet to protect it in times of great tragety and threat. Were they back in a fight for their lives?
He sighed and grabbed the bottle of rubbing alcohol, unscrewing the cap and pouring the clear liquid into the palm of his hand. It stung greatly, and he grunted between his hums as his fingers closed over the bubbling liquid. Better than a potion, he thought, having avoided that entirely.
Glancing to the dragon, he reached over to grab the bandages that had been left in the room. He began to gingerly wrap his hand again. "You should be resting, WEAPON. This place is safe, but I can't say for how long. Someone might have seen me taking you here. Best you save your strength."
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Their movements brought forth its curiosity, and despite how this one had handled it previously, the WEAPON found itself closing the distance between them as it approached. Half grunting, its final approach maintained an air of caution within it as the dragon stretched out its neck, and brought its nose up against the soil bandages.
Taking a few sniffs, the smell of dried blood was apparent, and it found its attention for the bandage waning. Taking one step closer, it brought its snout up to tentatively press against their right bicep while the creature took a few intakes of breath.
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He paused in mid-motion as he felt cool scales against the bare portion of his bicep, glancing down to regard the WEAPON. He didn't think that it would ever trust him enough to come close to him like this. Hiding his surprise, he went back to wrapping his left hand before tying it off and ripping the excess off.
Twisting his right hand around, he gently lifted it and rested his hand against the dragon's nose. "Ah, I promised you I would bring you something to eat if you were good, didn't I? I don't think it's good of me to go back on my promises." He stroked his hand. "You going to let me up?"
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Its entire body froze as it felt the palm against its nose, the dragon’s frame tensing in anticipation of what was to come, before it found no attack forthcoming. Body relaxing, the WEAPON chortled a soft rumble in response to the words and the stroking just moments before taking a sniff of the opened hand.
What it received was nothing but a mixture of couple of scents, and nothing it could define into particularly belonging to this human. There seemed to be a resinating darkness, but the smell of the planets purity stained their cells as well. It was a confusing situation for the WEAPON, and it pulled its head back and glanced at the blonde with a slight tilt as it sat beside them.
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Perhaps it was hungry.
He slowly withdrew his right hand and settled it on the ground. "Stay here, and I'll get you something to eat and drink," he murmured before gracefully pushing himself to his feet. He walked slowly and rhymically to keep from seeming like he may be moving to attack; it seemed the WEAPON read body-language best.
Walking from the room, he returned to Fenrir and searched around in the pack he had brought, coming up with a package. He walked to the bathroom, glancing to the open door of the office before he filled a bucket with water then returned to where the dragon was. He set the bucket down near the blanket before unwrapping the paper to reveal some meat.
He seated himself down on the blanket and offered one of the boneless chucks of fresh meat to the dragon. "Here, come and get it."
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As the sound of their searching drew the WEAPON’s attention, it took a few further steps out so as to bring them back into view. Rumbling a low sound, its crimson eyes followed their every movement while they entered into the bathroom. Hastily walking backwards into the room as they returned, its hind bumped into the table while Cloud made his way over towards the blanket.
It didn’t take long for the scent of fresh meat to find its way to the dragon, and shortly afterwards a series of multiple pitched rumbles were emitted as it padded over towards the offering. Sniffing it once that seemed to be all that was needed to confirm the food before its fangs latched onto the piece and it was pulled into its mouth. Tilting its head back, the flesh was chewed only a few small times before it was swallowed and the WEAPON roared softly in a half whine for more.
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The corner of his lips quirked up as he found himself thinking the dragon was begging. He sighed and went back to the paper, pulling up another chuck and offering it to the dragon. "You'd be an expensive one to keep around," he murmured in good-nature.
How much did WEAPON's eat anyway? This was a big creature, so he assumed quite a bit. He really hoped he was not about to have to go back out there in search of more meat. "Are we are better terms now?"
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It didn’t bother whining again, but instead, the dragon went straight to the source as it leant down and began to sniff around the paper the meat was wrapped up in.
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His gestures were slow and gentle, keeping an eye on the jaws as his fingers moved. If only it could speak to give him the answers to the questions that were floating in his head. Maybe there weren't really answers for him.
Eventually, he dropped his hand down and turned so he rested against the wall.
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Lowering itself down onto the ground, its limbs comfortably tucked themselves beneath it as its eyelevel was finally on par with Cloud’s. Resting contently next to Cloud’s outstretched legs, its throat expanding slightly as it chimed out a rumble, before the WEAPON stretched its neck out towards the other. Butting the tip of its snout against their chest, it made certain to remain on the human’s right side at all times as the dragon began curiously obtaining their scent.
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He raised an eyebrow at the slight butt to his chest, lifting his hand to running it down the snout. It seemed to trust him a little more, even if its discomfort of his left side was clear. He glanced down to his bandaged left hand before sighing heavily.
"Did you bring them back? Why... after so long did they come back?" He knew the dragon wouldn't answer him. "I needed them back then... now...." He shook his head, falling silent.
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