[003] - [dream + action] - it's no cause for concern
She had gone too long without sleep. Ever since she had received the call from Reeve and come over to keep an eye on Hojo, she'd remained awake, sustained by coffee and, she had to admit it, fear. She could take the dead coming back to life. After all, anything was possible with the Lifestream. The announcement by Weiss the Immaculate was a bit ( Read more... )
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The insomniac's footsteps hesitated on his way to the kitchen. Fairy lights dancing in from the uncovered city view gave a luminous gloss to the girl's face, slick with tears. A bad dream? How absurd.
But, midnight, sleepless curiosity replaced common decency - to leave the tortured with her torture, safe from the unwanted scrutiny of bystanders and strangers. Hojo inched a little closer to the sofa, ignoring the cat that looked up blearily to hiss half-hearted in its owner's defence.
She was mumbling feverishly, brows furrowed in a phantom pain. What was causing her grief? Why should he care?]
[ooc: Yeah, he doesn't actually do anything yet. XP Also, this post is more poetic than suitable for Hojo, but I've put Amsterdam on repeat and this is the result. ;___; Oh KIRA.]
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She was still alive - the ragged breaths stretching the scars on her chest were evidence enough of that. A mako-bright eye blazed in the darkness, still seeing the gloom of the ruined city. There was still someone standing over her...if she could take them out, she might be able to save San and Amaya...
Her hand flew out, catching the person around the throat as a broken sob left her.]
[ooc: See what this song does to you? T.T]
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[A dry gasp hardly left his lips as her hand enclosed around his windpipe, the momentum knocking him backwards as she lunged forwards off the sofa and pushed him to the floor. Tears continued to cascade down her face, splashing onto his, completely unnoticed.
His own hands formed claws around her wrists with as much force as he could muster, but even without oxygen depletion threatening to shut down consciousness, she was a SOLDIER and he could have been a flailing fish beneath her. Eyes caught the imprint of a single mako-infused orb above him before they squeezed shut, his world starting to fade, his thorax in flames.
Hojo's mouth silently, desperately formed the syllables of her name as he began to go under. What sort of hellish nightmare was this damn woman ensnared within?]
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With a despairing scream, she moved off him quickly, her hands crashing down on the sofa. The sofa collapsed under her hands, and she knelt next to it, sobbing against the cushions.]
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He had almost - almost - died again.
For a moment he was frozen, by both the residue the near-lethal encounter left behind, and by the choking sounds made by Kira, pouring her soul in the form of tears onto the broken sofa. After a while, his breathing calmed enough for coherent thought to return.]
Miss Kira...
...
Your right eye. ...Bionic?
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When Reeve found out about her nearly killing the professor and wrecking his sofa, she'd be in for it.
Finally, she managed to calm herself, enough to hear Hojo's question and answer it, her voice rough.]
Yeah...lost it in the Wutai war, way back. The Science Department gave me it to test out and I've used it ever since.
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A Shinra prototype...? Intriguing...
[He massaged his neck absently where her fingers had tied around it, and slowly registered the heap of broken materials that had until recently constituted a sofa. Fortunately she had been half-asleep when she attacked...or surely his head would easily have been detached from his shoulders...]
Trust Reeve to have left me in the hands of an unbalanced woman... [He sat, resting his elbows on his knees, regarding her closely in the dimness.] Tell me, do you always have such problems when sleeping, Miss Kira?
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I'm sorry, that was...inexcusable of me. [After pausing for a moment to debate how to answer his question, she finally spoke, her voice quiet.] Not in a few years, no.
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[He lowered his head, slightly bitter. Hypocritical, wasn't he, to offer such advice?]
...You've broken your bed now, have you? You can take the one in Reeve's bedroom, if you wish. I have no use for it anyway.
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I wasn't nearly as messed up back then as I am now, Professor.
[A lie, now that she thought about it, but she had been younger, and people had expected it. They'd expected her to go rogue back then, and she hadn't, but now she was older - though apparently only in body if she was giving in to crying fits like this...]
I'll be fine... I appreciate it, though.
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...Like he was, perhaps...?
There was a time where Hojo would not even consider beauty as a possibility in a broken being, but... he had to admit, grudgingly, that now in the half-hearted shadows of the dingy apartment, tearful Kira was just that - alluring. Broken beauty.]
Very well. [A sigh, for what? He wasn't quite sure.] I shall retire, then. Good night to you, miss Kira.
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[She stayed where she was a while longer, staring out the window at the city lights with a wonderful blankness in her mind. The ruined sofa and the events of her dream faded away as she sat there, stroking Dante (who had returned after getting over the shock of the loud noises). Finally, when a yawn made her close her eyes and look away from the city, she simply lay down on the floor where she was, putting her pillow beneath her head. As always, the apprehension rose up, but was overpowered by the tug of sleep.]
Maybe I could use some sleep medicine, hm...?
[Dante mewed in response to her question, and she smiled slightly. Closing her eyes, she fell immediately into a thankfully dreamless sleep.]
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