[Safe Now?]
Who: Sephiroth, Vega, Elena (Maybe Loz / Yazoo Later on? Not sure that Kadaj has even caught up to them yet. Naturally Jenova can interfere with thoughts if she wishes also)
When: Mid-Afternoon day after the eventual arrival at N.Corel
Location: Mining Tunnels - N.Corel
Rating: PG/R
Summary: Now that the majority of the sedative is dissolved, it's just the (difficult) genetic S-cell repressants that are left to be digested so technically Sephiroth is still healing but is awake and able to move around unaided at least.
He'd awoken actually on a bunk, not too dissimilar from the ones in the dorms below the ShinRa Manor when he'd been back there. An old, dis-used rotting mattress forgotten on a steel frame. It was dry, and dusty inside of the mining tunnel that they'd picked. Sephiroth had fought a tickly cough at the back of his throat when he tried to draw a full lungful of air prior to waking up. It wasn't exactly the cleanest environment to be hid away in that's for sure, especially in nothing but a white lab-coat as a disguise.
Sephiroth felt rough, but was thankful that at least his eyes were open, he could see and he was aware of his surroundings. His eyes still stung every so often when he blinked them though. He didn't need to have a mirror to tell that they were blood-shot red still. They felt hot, almost that they felt bigger than they should be. It just added to the general feeling of being used, what he wouldn't give for a scalding hot shower just to scrub all of it away with now that they'd gotten him out of that facility.
Who knows what chemicals they had in that tank...
But it was all OK, they'd heal up he was certain once all the deeper damage to his genetic and chemical structure had worked itself out. Mother would help him, in fact she was probably already helping him to heal quickly.
There was natural light coming from an opening not too far from where he had sat up and there would be fresh air outside. He just needed a breath of fresh air, and he'd feel almost like himself again. Sephiroth shrugged back into the labcoat taking care not to pull any of the healing needle wounds on his arms as he pulled it as tight as it would go around him. His shoulders were way too big for this size of coat but at least he managed to cover himself semi decently. He didn't have any issue with his own nudity but considering the female company Mother had found for him plus the general grotty, dirty feeling he felt, he figured it best. The bandage around his lower left arm was looking a bit tattered as it held the coat together at the waist, he made a mental note that it would need changing soon; that is if the arterial wound he'd self-inflicted wasn't nearly closed already. He didn't need a repeat of the state Elena had put him in before.
But then Mother had returned to him now and surely it wouldn't be long before his own cells were strong enough to fight infection alone.
That reminds me...
Thankfully he was quick to regain his balance on his own two feet though it felt a little odd having not been on them for what seemed for centuries. As he walked, he was carefully aware of placing one bare foot in front of the other to make sure he didn't stumble as he headed for the outside world. Occasionally as he edged closer to the doorway he looked around inside the tunnel to see if any of his rescue team had stuck around but damn it still felt like his head was in a bubble. Part of reality but the effects of the repressant drugs still made heightened senses dull.
At least he was stuck in a bubble with Mother, that was the saving grace.
When: Mid-Afternoon day after the eventual arrival at N.Corel
Location: Mining Tunnels - N.Corel
Rating: PG/R
Summary: Now that the majority of the sedative is dissolved, it's just the (difficult) genetic S-cell repressants that are left to be digested so technically Sephiroth is still healing but is awake and able to move around unaided at least.
He'd awoken actually on a bunk, not too dissimilar from the ones in the dorms below the ShinRa Manor when he'd been back there. An old, dis-used rotting mattress forgotten on a steel frame. It was dry, and dusty inside of the mining tunnel that they'd picked. Sephiroth had fought a tickly cough at the back of his throat when he tried to draw a full lungful of air prior to waking up. It wasn't exactly the cleanest environment to be hid away in that's for sure, especially in nothing but a white lab-coat as a disguise.
Sephiroth felt rough, but was thankful that at least his eyes were open, he could see and he was aware of his surroundings. His eyes still stung every so often when he blinked them though. He didn't need to have a mirror to tell that they were blood-shot red still. They felt hot, almost that they felt bigger than they should be. It just added to the general feeling of being used, what he wouldn't give for a scalding hot shower just to scrub all of it away with now that they'd gotten him out of that facility.
Who knows what chemicals they had in that tank...
But it was all OK, they'd heal up he was certain once all the deeper damage to his genetic and chemical structure had worked itself out. Mother would help him, in fact she was probably already helping him to heal quickly.
There was natural light coming from an opening not too far from where he had sat up and there would be fresh air outside. He just needed a breath of fresh air, and he'd feel almost like himself again. Sephiroth shrugged back into the labcoat taking care not to pull any of the healing needle wounds on his arms as he pulled it as tight as it would go around him. His shoulders were way too big for this size of coat but at least he managed to cover himself semi decently. He didn't have any issue with his own nudity but considering the female company Mother had found for him plus the general grotty, dirty feeling he felt, he figured it best. The bandage around his lower left arm was looking a bit tattered as it held the coat together at the waist, he made a mental note that it would need changing soon; that is if the arterial wound he'd self-inflicted wasn't nearly closed already. He didn't need a repeat of the state Elena had put him in before.
But then Mother had returned to him now and surely it wouldn't be long before his own cells were strong enough to fight infection alone.
That reminds me...
Thankfully he was quick to regain his balance on his own two feet though it felt a little odd having not been on them for what seemed for centuries. As he walked, he was carefully aware of placing one bare foot in front of the other to make sure he didn't stumble as he headed for the outside world. Occasionally as he edged closer to the doorway he looked around inside the tunnel to see if any of his rescue team had stuck around but damn it still felt like his head was in a bubble. Part of reality but the effects of the repressant drugs still made heightened senses dull.
At least he was stuck in a bubble with Mother, that was the saving grace.