[Incomplete]
Who: Schuldig, River, Cissnei
When: After the big ShinRa raid and all that.
Where: ShinRa Co., and then Schu and Cissy's place.
Rating: TBA
Warnings: TBA
Summary: Cissnei diedededed. Oopsie. Schu collects her and takes her (with River in tow) home.
Funny, how the last things that ran through a person’s mind tended to have nothing to do with actually dying.
Cissnei thought of a lot of things. Like... how it was going to be hard to replace her damned suit in this place now that it was full of rips and ragged tears. Or how she could see River and Tseng somewhere off in the distance, so close and so far away, and how she wanted to punch Logan just for the simple reason that, dammit, he’d had to kill her right there in front of them. She also had the fleeting thought that Schuldig was going to have to get her another potion. Hell, she even thought that Rufus was going to be awfully cross with her for dying at all and Larxene would probably laugh at her. How unfortunate the entire situation was.
She wasn’t scared, per se. Not like that last time. It was more anger and irritation than fear, because she knew she’d come back in a few hours, and then she’d have the joy of reassuring everyone that, yes, she was fine and then apologize for being careless and... yes. Had she stopped to consider that losing the memory of Tseng was a very, very high possibility, she would have been scared, and it was probably fortunate that such a thought didn’t cross her mind when Logan’s claws were tearing into her and she was more covered in blood than not.
Death was slower this time, too. Nothing at all like taking a bullet to the face, nothing at all. Her mind still functioned where her body was refusing, and as much as she struggled and fumbled for her gun, her fingers went slack and it clattered to the floor and well out of her reach. Valiant attempts were made to reach for it when she, too, hit the ground, refusal to simply lie there and bleed setting in. Turks were better than this, dammit. She was better than this.
Oh, but there was nothing pretty or grand about dying. She knew that one very well, didn’t she? It had been ugly the first time, and it was ugly this time around, too. How Cissnei managed to keep moving even with tendons and muscles shredded through like ribbons was a mystery, revolving around nothing more than sheer will to survive.
She lost out in the end anyway, of course, and damn it all, her fingers had been just a few inches shy of grabbing her gun, arm outstretched toward it and - then she couldn’t move any more no matter how much she tried. Mentally, she was still aware and her senses were surprisingly clear: crisp view of the gun on the floor nearby. Shrill sound of River screaming, Tseng’s voice, other’s fighting, the sense of Logan leaving the immediate area. Only then did things blur and run together in a disgusting, incoherent mess of color and headache-inducing sounds that sounded as though they were being muffled by a thick pane of glass. Someone’s hand touched her torn and bloodied shoulder, and amber eyes rolled up slowly to take in the sight of the face leaning over her prone figure.
Cissnei blinked once, smiled, and died for the second time in her life.
When: After the big ShinRa raid and all that.
Where: ShinRa Co., and then Schu and Cissy's place.
Rating: TBA
Warnings: TBA
Summary: Cissnei diedededed. Oopsie. Schu collects her and takes her (with River in tow) home.
Funny, how the last things that ran through a person’s mind tended to have nothing to do with actually dying.
Cissnei thought of a lot of things. Like... how it was going to be hard to replace her damned suit in this place now that it was full of rips and ragged tears. Or how she could see River and Tseng somewhere off in the distance, so close and so far away, and how she wanted to punch Logan just for the simple reason that, dammit, he’d had to kill her right there in front of them. She also had the fleeting thought that Schuldig was going to have to get her another potion. Hell, she even thought that Rufus was going to be awfully cross with her for dying at all and Larxene would probably laugh at her. How unfortunate the entire situation was.
She wasn’t scared, per se. Not like that last time. It was more anger and irritation than fear, because she knew she’d come back in a few hours, and then she’d have the joy of reassuring everyone that, yes, she was fine and then apologize for being careless and... yes. Had she stopped to consider that losing the memory of Tseng was a very, very high possibility, she would have been scared, and it was probably fortunate that such a thought didn’t cross her mind when Logan’s claws were tearing into her and she was more covered in blood than not.
Death was slower this time, too. Nothing at all like taking a bullet to the face, nothing at all. Her mind still functioned where her body was refusing, and as much as she struggled and fumbled for her gun, her fingers went slack and it clattered to the floor and well out of her reach. Valiant attempts were made to reach for it when she, too, hit the ground, refusal to simply lie there and bleed setting in. Turks were better than this, dammit. She was better than this.
Oh, but there was nothing pretty or grand about dying. She knew that one very well, didn’t she? It had been ugly the first time, and it was ugly this time around, too. How Cissnei managed to keep moving even with tendons and muscles shredded through like ribbons was a mystery, revolving around nothing more than sheer will to survive.
She lost out in the end anyway, of course, and damn it all, her fingers had been just a few inches shy of grabbing her gun, arm outstretched toward it and - then she couldn’t move any more no matter how much she tried. Mentally, she was still aware and her senses were surprisingly clear: crisp view of the gun on the floor nearby. Shrill sound of River screaming, Tseng’s voice, other’s fighting, the sense of Logan leaving the immediate area. Only then did things blur and run together in a disgusting, incoherent mess of color and headache-inducing sounds that sounded as though they were being muffled by a thick pane of glass. Someone’s hand touched her torn and bloodied shoulder, and amber eyes rolled up slowly to take in the sight of the face leaning over her prone figure.
Cissnei blinked once, smiled, and died for the second time in her life.