/makes stuff up for weapon confiscation they didn't do in-game lol Shinra securityauncyenhaligJune 12 2011, 03:56:31 UTC
Steady, steady ... Cloud. [ He was going steady, but it's obvious the moment after he gets off the table that simply being here strains him so much. She stays near, her hands rising up in a way that makes it obvious she's worried he might lose balance. And he doesn't let himself rest, which makes her cheeks puff out in frustration. ] I'm serious, don't push yourself -- ! Oh.
[ His sword. It's been only them in the labs so far, but that doesn't mean it will stay that way. Aerith turns quickly this way and that, checking where it might be before she realizes and stands in front of what could be a small closet -- in fact a storage locker for confiscated items. ]
Over here, Cloud. [ There's a lock on the door, but Cloud is a SOLDIER. She thinks he can open it. ] OK, and we're resting as soon as we can. [ But not right now, because there are other people. That's how ... isn't that how she got here? It's hard to remember or keep her thought going past the here and now. At some point there was a sedative, she thinks. The real sensations and all the thoughts and dreams and images that followed are difficult to sort out; this right now is just as real as anything. They have to focus on getting out. ]
the same security that mistakes Cloud for a Shinra grunt and lets them on the elevator for 5 gil? XDfindmyownreasonJune 12 2011, 20:36:33 UTC
[he lets her do the searching, concentrating on his breathing and fighting the sick feeling in his gut. As sessions on the table go that one was mild - but it's the sensation of being strapped down on the table in the first place and everything it's brought back with it that is threatening to wreck him. When he hadn't remembered, the ShinRa labs had been bad enough. With his memories more or less intact now...
He's just going to be relieved to breathe air that isn't chemical tainted and he feels sorry for anyone that tries to get in his way between here and wherever that ended up being.
Aerith's call comes to him and he nods, stepping away from the table where his blood is still congealing and moving on feet that get steadier as he leaves that table further behind him to join her. The soft sound he makes in his throat is acknowledgement and gratitude. He'll feel better when he has his sword back.
The lock is nothing. He simply finds a strong enough length of metal and levers it between the door and its hinges on one side. A little applied strength and the entire weak metal door bends with a grind of protest and then the hinges break. He slides fingers in and simply pulls, parting the rest of the door from its frame on that side. His shoulder on the side that's bandaged twinges a little but he ignores it. Usually he downplays his strength to make the people around him feel more comfortable but he's in a hurry and Aerith... Aerith accepts him despite the mako eyes and the not so human physical aspects of him. Somehow... somehow he thinks it isn't just because of Zack that she's that way.
What he finds in the closet has him blinking but he just shakes his head, passing first her staff back to her and then pulling the Buster sword free. He isn't sure where his own sword is but the Buster's an old friend, without a trace of wear or rust on it somehow and it's never failed him before.
Besides... Zack's sword doesn't belong anywhere ShinRa's grubby little paws can get on it. Twirling it once to reacquaint himself with the feel of it, he nods again and his eyes find Aerith.]
and posts sleepy guards at the security feeds!auncyenhaligJune 13 2011, 13:52:24 UTC
[ She isn't surprised that he's so focused on his sword for the moment, not when she's been worried about being defenseless. An unarmed SOLDIER is still a SOLDIER, but when you've carried something long enough ...
That is, it's very obvious she's relieved when he hands her back her rod, simple as it is. She's further relieved to see how he handles the Buster sword -- even if's still strange to see him with it -- but somehow it fits him and that twirl and nod seem to say he's finding some self-assurance again.
They need as much confidence as they can get right now. ]
Right. [ She's reaching for his hand to grasp before she thinks twice and takes it back. Nothing flirtatious about it, just a desire for security, but then again it's probably not smart to tie up hands and fingers right now. Especially with his arm. ] All we have to do is get to the elevator. That won't be so bad.
[ ooc: would you be OK with Aerith starting to wake up a little and hearing voices that get mixed up with her still dreaming? Stuff like Hojo and an assistant talking -- I just thought of it but I didn't want to spring anything weirder on you.
Or they could run into one of the stranger specimens ... ]
man, I love the FFVII verse. the most awesome 'it made sense at the time!' storylinefindmyownreasonJune 14 2011, 07:30:40 UTC
[he grunts at her decision. The elevator at the back of the lab and then down the hall to the stairs. Public elevators after that.
And this time he's not putting up with Turk interference.
Or letting everyone go their own way.
Firm, he catches Aerith's hand with his damaged one. He caught the move and he understands it. But he also understands that it gives him the ability to pull her behind him if something shows up as well as the assurance that nothing else is going to grab her and take her away. There's a growing anger inside of him that he doesn't understand entirely but a part of it is definitely wrapped around anyone trying to hurt her or take her away from him - again. He's done with that and he's not the weak puppet he once was either. The smart move is to make it out of here undetected but the urge to find something to lash out at is strong too. Instead he just takes a deep breath and concentrates on the Buster's weight in his right hand, hilt familiar against his bare palm.
One thing at a time. Get Aerith out of these damned lab rooms.]
This way.
[despite the anger starting to seethe inside his voice is calm and flat and he's sure of where he's going as he heads for the back of the lab, angling behind supplies and empty tanks.
If Aerith wasn't here he just might be tempted to unleash blade beam...]
((ooc. hearing voices and whatnot is fine with me! :D Do whatever you'd like and we'll roll with it. Cloud wouldn't mind a monster fight as some point as well. Seems he's a bit peeved for some reason...))
ooh boy I'm being the sleepy guard right nowauncyenhaligJune 16 2011, 06:04:17 UTC
[ His hand is tense. Not enough to hurt her, but the stiffness is obvious. Her own fingers are rigid between his, wrapped around her staff -- for her the impulse to fight and retaliate is next to nonexistent, especially doused by realizing her cruelty to Cloud earlier. ]
[ She only wants for them to get out. For them to be safe and okay and laugh at how scared they felt from a far enough distance. ]
Mm! [ Her response is brightly-pitched as she follows him, checking behind constantly in case something comes from that way. What she sees is a brighter light where it wasn't before. It smarts her eyes. As she blinks it away, she almost misses the silhouette entirely; when her eyes open again, there's just the lab, and all its lights are in place. ]
"... 82%. " [ The voice, male and muffled, seems to come from both far and close at once. ] "Inferior. But still useful ..." [ And then the voice fades out to a more quiet level, words becoming indistinct. Aerith looks around worriedly before giving a quiet, quick laugh, pulling abreast of Cloud for the moment. ]
Wow. They all talk so weird, right Cloud? Who knows what he's going on about. [ Even if there's a hint at what sounds like Ancient, she steadfastly ignores it. ] He doesn't sound very happy about it!
[ There's the elevator, up past another row of boxes. Who organized this place? She just hopes it's not in use right now. ]
ha! well, I'm sure nothing at all will possible go wrong if you arefindmyownreasonJune 17 2011, 08:46:09 UTC
[he shoots her a vaguely worried look over his shoulder as they reach the elevator. He doesn't hear anything.
And he's the last person in the world to call someone on hearing voices.
Instead he just grunts a sound to show he's listening but otherwise leaves it non-committal. Not letting go of her hand, he mashes the button to call the transport elevator and then pulls her to the side so that, if anything or anyone decides to come up with the lift, they'll know it first. Protective he tucks her in against his side, worried less about his drying blood possibly smearing her and more about keeping her close and warm and safe in this place of horrors. It seems like some cosmic joke that, finally after all this time, he has her back - and it's in a place like this.
But he's got her back and that's all that really matters.
The grinding of the elevator nears them and his grip on the Buster tightens. Come what may - he's keeping her this time.]
nah, I'd just been hoping to stay up that night. :)auncyenhaligJune 17 2011, 10:23:39 UTC
[ He doesn't have to say anything for her to know from that look that he's unsettled -- because of what the voice is saying or because it doesn't belong in the first place, she's not sure. Either way she tries to assuage that doubt: ] Don't worry, Cloud. It's not important!
[ When he moves, she shifts aside with him with a surprised glance before she realizes the point: this way they see anyone coming up the elevator before they're seen. At any other time she'd get miffed at him being so protective. She's still a little upset about his own vulnerability. But she knows right now she needs protection, and if she goes along with him she can better look out for him when he needs protection. She may not be SOLDIER-tough, but she's a healer. ]
... I hear something. [ Something that just slithers right out of the elevator, though another creature pads out more quietly not too far behind, its fangs glistening with poison. Aerith takes in a breath, hefting the staff in her hands defensively. ]
[he lets go of her hand and shifts in front of her. In a second they'll be in the middle of battle and she'll have to expose herself to attack if she wants to get in hits of her own. Unless she's got materia because he knows he doesn't. First though, for these few seconds he can break the first rush and not worry about holding back his swings to keep from hitting the person next to him. He's built to take more damage than her and he doesn't need to use his wounded arm to handle the Buster just fine.
For the moment he ignores what he tends to think of as the giant carrot. It can paralyze but he's more concerned with the speed and poison on the Zenene. It picks him as the greater threat too and lunges forward just as he brings the Buster up and around.]
[ No. She doesn't have materia, and for those first few seconds she hangs back to not get in Cloud's way. But with the "carrot" unoccupied it's only a matter of time before it takes a target and Aerith looks like the easier one. Not that she ever makes things completely easy for her enemies. She's actually just a little glad it's picking on her and leaving Cloud alone, but she's much more focused on timing herself so that right when it moves into reach -- there's a strong smack. She's agitated, her nerves on edge with the strangeness of everything. ]
[even over the howl of the guard hound as his sword strikes home, Cloud hears the familiar clang of Aerith's staff and, for some reason he can't explain, the very edge of his mouth curls upward. Out of all the weapons why does it somehow make sense that Aerith's is the equivalent of a giant stick. A giant, metal stick with weights on it, of course. But a whacking instrument none the less. Then the Zenene is lunging forward again, trying to cut under his guard with the Buster and he has to leave Aerith to deal with the Vargid Police just a little longer as he goes for the kill himself.]
[ His sword. It's been only them in the labs so far, but that doesn't mean it will stay that way. Aerith turns quickly this way and that, checking where it might be before she realizes and stands in front of what could be a small closet -- in fact a storage locker for confiscated items. ]
Over here, Cloud. [ There's a lock on the door, but Cloud is a SOLDIER. She thinks he can open it. ] OK, and we're resting as soon as we can. [ But not right now, because there are other people. That's how ... isn't that how she got here? It's hard to remember or keep her thought going past the here and now. At some point there was a sedative, she thinks. The real sensations and all the thoughts and dreams and images that followed are difficult to sort out; this right now is just as real as anything. They have to focus on getting out. ]
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He's just going to be relieved to breathe air that isn't chemical tainted and he feels sorry for anyone that tries to get in his way between here and wherever that ended up being.
Aerith's call comes to him and he nods, stepping away from the table where his blood is still congealing and moving on feet that get steadier as he leaves that table further behind him to join her. The soft sound he makes in his throat is acknowledgement and gratitude. He'll feel better when he has his sword back.
The lock is nothing. He simply finds a strong enough length of metal and levers it between the door and its hinges on one side. A little applied strength and the entire weak metal door bends with a grind of protest and then the hinges break. He slides fingers in and simply pulls, parting the rest of the door from its frame on that side. His shoulder on the side that's bandaged twinges a little but he ignores it. Usually he downplays his strength to make the people around him feel more comfortable but he's in a hurry and Aerith... Aerith accepts him despite the mako eyes and the not so human physical aspects of him. Somehow... somehow he thinks it isn't just because of Zack that she's that way.
What he finds in the closet has him blinking but he just shakes his head, passing first her staff back to her and then pulling the Buster sword free. He isn't sure where his own sword is but the Buster's an old friend, without a trace of wear or rust on it somehow and it's never failed him before.
Besides... Zack's sword doesn't belong anywhere ShinRa's grubby little paws can get on it. Twirling it once to reacquaint himself with the feel of it, he nods again and his eyes find Aerith.]
Let's get out of here.
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That is, it's very obvious she's relieved when he hands her back her rod, simple as it is. She's further relieved to see how he handles the Buster sword -- even if's still strange to see him with it -- but somehow it fits him and that twirl and nod seem to say he's finding some self-assurance again.
They need as much confidence as they can get right now. ]
Right. [ She's reaching for his hand to grasp before she thinks twice and takes it back. Nothing flirtatious about it, just a desire for security, but then again it's probably not smart to tie up hands and fingers right now. Especially with his arm. ] All we have to do is get to the elevator. That won't be so bad.
[ ooc: would you be OK with Aerith starting to wake up a little and hearing voices that get mixed up with her still dreaming? Stuff like Hojo and an assistant talking -- I just thought of it but I didn't want to spring anything weirder on you.
Or they could run into one of the stranger specimens ... ]
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And this time he's not putting up with Turk interference.
Or letting everyone go their own way.
Firm, he catches Aerith's hand with his damaged one. He caught the move and he understands it. But he also understands that it gives him the ability to pull her behind him if something shows up as well as the assurance that nothing else is going to grab her and take her away. There's a growing anger inside of him that he doesn't understand entirely but a part of it is definitely wrapped around anyone trying to hurt her or take her away from him - again. He's done with that and he's not the weak puppet he once was either. The smart move is to make it out of here undetected but the urge to find something to lash out at is strong too. Instead he just takes a deep breath and concentrates on the Buster's weight in his right hand, hilt familiar against his bare palm.
One thing at a time. Get Aerith out of these damned lab rooms.]
This way.
[despite the anger starting to seethe inside his voice is calm and flat and he's sure of where he's going as he heads for the back of the lab, angling behind supplies and empty tanks.
If Aerith wasn't here he just might be tempted to unleash blade beam...]
((ooc. hearing voices and whatnot is fine with me! :D Do whatever you'd like and we'll roll with it. Cloud wouldn't mind a monster fight as some point as well. Seems he's a bit peeved for some reason...))
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[ She only wants for them to get out. For them to be safe and okay and laugh at how scared they felt from a far enough distance. ]
Mm! [ Her response is brightly-pitched as she follows him, checking behind constantly in case something comes from that way. What she sees is a brighter light where it wasn't before. It smarts her eyes. As she blinks it away, she almost misses the silhouette entirely; when her eyes open again, there's just the lab, and all its lights are in place. ]
"... 82%. " [ The voice, male and muffled, seems to come from both far and close at once. ] "Inferior. But still useful ..." [ And then the voice fades out to a more quiet level, words becoming indistinct. Aerith looks around worriedly before giving a quiet, quick laugh, pulling abreast of Cloud for the moment. ]
Wow. They all talk so weird, right Cloud? Who knows what he's going on about. [ Even if there's a hint at what sounds like Ancient, she steadfastly ignores it. ] He doesn't sound very happy about it!
[ There's the elevator, up past another row of boxes. Who organized this place? She just hopes it's not in use right now. ]
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And he's the last person in the world to call someone on hearing voices.
Instead he just grunts a sound to show he's listening but otherwise leaves it non-committal. Not letting go of her hand, he mashes the button to call the transport elevator and then pulls her to the side so that, if anything or anyone decides to come up with the lift, they'll know it first. Protective he tucks her in against his side, worried less about his drying blood possibly smearing her and more about keeping her close and warm and safe in this place of horrors. It seems like some cosmic joke that, finally after all this time, he has her back - and it's in a place like this.
But he's got her back and that's all that really matters.
The grinding of the elevator nears them and his grip on the Buster tightens. Come what may - he's keeping her this time.]
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[ When he moves, she shifts aside with him with a surprised glance before she realizes the point: this way they see anyone coming up the elevator before they're seen. At any other time she'd get miffed at him being so protective. She's still a little upset about his own vulnerability. But she knows right now she needs protection, and if she goes along with him she can better look out for him when he needs protection. She may not be SOLDIER-tough, but she's a healer. ]
... I hear something. [ Something that just slithers right out of the elevator, though another creature pads out more quietly not too far behind, its fangs glistening with poison. Aerith takes in a breath, hefting the staff in her hands defensively. ]
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For the moment he ignores what he tends to think of as the giant carrot. It can paralyze but he's more concerned with the speed and poison on the Zenene. It picks him as the greater threat too and lunges forward just as he brings the Buster up and around.]
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