[Incomplete]
Who: Millefuille, Marron
When: During the whole ShinRa aftermath.
Where: ShinRa Co.
Rating: TBA
Warnings: TBA
Summary: Mille's trying to help get things cleaned up around the building. Marron shows up to offer his services patching up some of the wounded, and given that Mille is one of them...
It was a frustrating feeling, knowing what he was fully capable of back home and yet having become so limited in his abilities in this place. Back home... no. Back home, this would not have happened. Millefuille would have had all of his powers, his armor, his other knights... it would not have ended up like this huge, epic battle ending in the slaughter of so many on both sides.
And he certainly wouldn't have ended up injured in such a way.
His body was sore and aching all over, but it was a feeling he knew well enough and as such he wasn't about to lay around, whimpering about how much it hurt. Instead, he set to handling some of the cleanup that no one else was tending to. Namely, sweeping up debris and clearing away clutter. It needed to be done eventually, and he thought, psychologically speaking, it tended to put people at ease when their environment was not so chaotic in appearance.
Eventually, though, the shoulder and side of his body that had ended up injured was beginning to throb and burn. He excused himself, slid into one of the rooms off of the labs and leaned back against the wall to rest. Just for a minute or two, and then perhaps he'd see about getting one of those potion-things from some of the upper level ShinRa employees that had begun to show up.
But for now... rest. Yes. A few minutes and he'd be fine.
When: During the whole ShinRa aftermath.
Where: ShinRa Co.
Rating: TBA
Warnings: TBA
Summary: Mille's trying to help get things cleaned up around the building. Marron shows up to offer his services patching up some of the wounded, and given that Mille is one of them...
It was a frustrating feeling, knowing what he was fully capable of back home and yet having become so limited in his abilities in this place. Back home... no. Back home, this would not have happened. Millefuille would have had all of his powers, his armor, his other knights... it would not have ended up like this huge, epic battle ending in the slaughter of so many on both sides.
And he certainly wouldn't have ended up injured in such a way.
His body was sore and aching all over, but it was a feeling he knew well enough and as such he wasn't about to lay around, whimpering about how much it hurt. Instead, he set to handling some of the cleanup that no one else was tending to. Namely, sweeping up debris and clearing away clutter. It needed to be done eventually, and he thought, psychologically speaking, it tended to put people at ease when their environment was not so chaotic in appearance.
Eventually, though, the shoulder and side of his body that had ended up injured was beginning to throb and burn. He excused himself, slid into one of the rooms off of the labs and leaned back against the wall to rest. Just for a minute or two, and then perhaps he'd see about getting one of those potion-things from some of the upper level ShinRa employees that had begun to show up.
But for now... rest. Yes. A few minutes and he'd be fine.