{ all alone, he's holding his breath half to death }

[iluphone]

Who: Kunsel Reinhardt (iluphone), Angeal Hewley (banoraboy), Zack Fair neverwinged), and open to Sion Ashe (preposterism) and Cloud Strife (still_moseying).
When: Same morning as when Zack's S.O.S. goes out.
Location: Near Sion's house, Midgar.
Rating: PG-13 for swearing, hallucinations, seizures, Zack, and other distressing things of that nature.
Summary: Sephiroth takes a little more from Kunsel

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[preposterism]

Had he been dreaming? He couldn't recall. The images slipped away as quickly as they came... the whispers of twisting fire and roiling Mako, cruel eyes, harsh laughter. A glint of silver hair... or was it a sword? It all passed, and when his vision came back he saw and remembered nothing but the worn ceiling above.

The second time Sion woke up after his return from the Lifestream was no better than the first--if anything, it was worse. Last time, the world merely looked like it had been through Hell. This time, he felt like he'd been dragged along. Haha, maybe he was still dead---

---Nope, that was definitely a hangover. And that was definitely Kunsel's goddamn phone ringing.

But the blond was nowhere to be found and, well, neither was anyone else for that matter. For some reason, the text hadn't been forwarded to his PHS, which gave him a vague inkling that something had gone horribly wrong. Or that everyone--especially Zack--just really despised him, especially after all the things he'd said last night... Ah well, not that he could blame them.

And aaaaah, fuck.

The SOLDIER stumbled towards the remains of his parents' studio, and felt a semblance of relief to find that it had been left fairly intact. (Meteor had truly been quite merciful to their home.) Both his father and mother had been doctors, owning an esteemed and expensive family practice which had ironically rendered them unable to deal with the ailments of their own household. Nevertheless, an aptitude for magic and learning was in the Ashe blood--it had first been passed to Sofie, and then it had been passed to him.

He found his mother's elegantly carved wooden box, and when he'd confirmed the contents inside he gave it a grateful kiss on its (slightly dusty) lid. A platinum bangle rested in deep, velvet blue lining, and in it were embedded two materia--one green in color, the other amethyst.

It took another moment before he found their stash of ethers, and then he was out the door, a bottle in each pocket and another at his lips. Though it didn't do much for his growling stomach, it did wonders for the headache, and he felt his senses clearing up as he ran in search for his idiot friends. It was a good fifteen minutes (and luckily not any more) when he finally spotted the ragtag party.

......Zack.

Kunsel wasn't in good shape either, but he would survive. Sion silently hated himself for leaving him like that, but Zack was in desperate need of medical attention. Besides, Kunsel would've killed him if he didn't treat Zack, first.

"You want to bleed out, you moron?" he snapped at the injured young man while shoving ushering Angeal to the side to prevent him from complying to the request. They had all been brought back with nothing but bad memories--that much had been quite obvious from the drinking last night. The general might have had a potion or two on him, but it certainly wouldn't be enough.

"I'll do it. Hold him in place until I'm finished," he ordered, carefully placing his right hand on the length of the metal and letting his left hover over the wound. (Yeah yeah, he was an impudent little bitch, but the lectures and apologies could come later.) He inhaled sharply, closed his eyes, and began to cast. It wasn't a matter of fear or confidence, it was simply necessity. He had to heal Zack properly, and so he would.

"Don't you dare cry," he murmured darkly (which more or less translated to "Don't fucking die on me") as he began with a low-level Cure. He didn't want flesh closing around the metal, but he had to do something about the broken ribs, especially since removing the pipe would only further warp their structure. He had to make sure Zack could breathe properly; everything else could wait. He followed with a Regen, making sure the wound would close properly as he began to pull the blunt object out of the SOLDIER's torso...