( complete ) things you see in a graveyard
WHO: Cloud Strife.
WHAT: Burn baby burn?
WHERE: Cloud's house. Again.
WHEN: Backdated to Wednesday (23rd) at about 4am.
NOTE: Everyone's busy so consider this a solo log. We can easily just assume Galatea and Yuffie were hanging around and found/helped him after hearing him knock shit over.
It had taken a lot of pushing and convincing, but Cloud had finally fallen asleep for more than ten minutes. Maybe it was because Galatea had done something (that involved pressing what Cloud could only assume were pressure points) to him that had caused him to black out, though. But either way, the blond was finally buried in blankets and fast asleep for a good six hours or so.
But, it seemed, that six hours was all he was going to get.
He saw a place that he didn't recognize, though something in his heart told him it was home, told him this was where all his friends and family resided. The people he wanted to make proud of him. The people he loved. The feelings were so similar to the feelings he had for Radiant Garden... (so strong, so absolute...) that Cloud was willing to believe this really was his home. This place... (Nibelheim...) was where he belonged.
But in that case, it shouldn't have been so surprising to see it all suddenly erupt into flames. That was just what happened to the things he loved, wasn't it?
Then it was a sickeningly realistic blur of panic, intense heat, the screams of the townspeople, the screams of his mother, separated by a wall of fire and the side effects of Cloud breathing in too much of the smoke. This was Sephiroth's fault. Echoed his own personal conscience in the dream. Stop him, kill him. Not a problem, it was never a goddamn problem to raise his sword against that monster, but after he thought the battle was done, said monster came back.
Finish him, Cloud!
Though that voice had belonged to a friend (...Zack?) and not his head, he didn't hesitate.
Sephiroth went down alright, but the price of accomplishing that was too great for Cloud to bypass, even in the land of twisted, crazy dreams.
With a sharp gasp, Cloud shot up in bed, almost immediately doubled over when he did, and coughed heavily into his wrist. His eyes hadn't yet adjusted to the dark so he couldn't see anything, but he could definitely feel something warm splatter onto the skin from his mouth.... and he could taste something metallic on his tongue, too...
And as he became aware of the sharp, stabbing pain all the way through his abdomen, he quietly cursed under his ragged breath and instantly understood that he was bleeding.
He was still too out of it to remember when exactly he had started bleeding or recognize how much blood he was losing (or how much he already had lost), but he was fully aware of how light headed he was the second he tried getting out of bed. Standing beside the bed, leaning against the night stand as his breathing became uneven, Cloud pressed a hand to the wound on his stomach. Images of Sephiroth and a burning village seared through his head, making him wince, cough up blood again and hear the laugh of his most hated enemy echo inside his mind.
Another single curse escaped his bloody lips; "S-shit."
Listening to the inner voice that was telling him he was going to die if he didn't do something right now, Cloud started to fumble his way to the bedroom door. Blood from his stomach and back dripped to the floor with the simple strain of walking, and his hands left trails of smeared blood on everything they touched -- and not just the hand that he'd pressed to his stomach. Both hands were sliced and bleeding from pulling himself on Sephiroth's damn sword, but the pain of the bigger wound was just too blinding for Cloud to realize there was even any damage at all to his hands.
Eventually, the blond found a little end table to lean on in the living room (but to be honest he didn't really know what room he was in anymore)... and then he couldn't stand anymore. As he doubled over and all out collapsed in a bloody heap, he ended up knocking over the table and everything on it as well -- including something glass that made a loud shattering noise.
But Cloud was pretty well unconscious before he even hit the floor anyway, so he didn't quite hear that one.
WHAT: Burn baby burn?
WHERE: Cloud's house. Again.
WHEN: Backdated to Wednesday (23rd) at about 4am.
NOTE: Everyone's busy so consider this a solo log. We can easily just assume Galatea and Yuffie were hanging around and found/helped him after hearing him knock shit over.
It had taken a lot of pushing and convincing, but Cloud had finally fallen asleep for more than ten minutes. Maybe it was because Galatea had done something (that involved pressing what Cloud could only assume were pressure points) to him that had caused him to black out, though. But either way, the blond was finally buried in blankets and fast asleep for a good six hours or so.
But, it seemed, that six hours was all he was going to get.
He saw a place that he didn't recognize, though something in his heart told him it was home, told him this was where all his friends and family resided. The people he wanted to make proud of him. The people he loved. The feelings were so similar to the feelings he had for Radiant Garden... (so strong, so absolute...) that Cloud was willing to believe this really was his home. This place... (Nibelheim...) was where he belonged.
But in that case, it shouldn't have been so surprising to see it all suddenly erupt into flames. That was just what happened to the things he loved, wasn't it?
Then it was a sickeningly realistic blur of panic, intense heat, the screams of the townspeople, the screams of his mother, separated by a wall of fire and the side effects of Cloud breathing in too much of the smoke. This was Sephiroth's fault. Echoed his own personal conscience in the dream. Stop him, kill him. Not a problem, it was never a goddamn problem to raise his sword against that monster, but after he thought the battle was done, said monster came back.
Finish him, Cloud!
Though that voice had belonged to a friend (...Zack?) and not his head, he didn't hesitate.
Sephiroth went down alright, but the price of accomplishing that was too great for Cloud to bypass, even in the land of twisted, crazy dreams.
With a sharp gasp, Cloud shot up in bed, almost immediately doubled over when he did, and coughed heavily into his wrist. His eyes hadn't yet adjusted to the dark so he couldn't see anything, but he could definitely feel something warm splatter onto the skin from his mouth.... and he could taste something metallic on his tongue, too...
And as he became aware of the sharp, stabbing pain all the way through his abdomen, he quietly cursed under his ragged breath and instantly understood that he was bleeding.
He was still too out of it to remember when exactly he had started bleeding or recognize how much blood he was losing (or how much he already had lost), but he was fully aware of how light headed he was the second he tried getting out of bed. Standing beside the bed, leaning against the night stand as his breathing became uneven, Cloud pressed a hand to the wound on his stomach. Images of Sephiroth and a burning village seared through his head, making him wince, cough up blood again and hear the laugh of his most hated enemy echo inside his mind.
Another single curse escaped his bloody lips; "S-shit."
Listening to the inner voice that was telling him he was going to die if he didn't do something right now, Cloud started to fumble his way to the bedroom door. Blood from his stomach and back dripped to the floor with the simple strain of walking, and his hands left trails of smeared blood on everything they touched -- and not just the hand that he'd pressed to his stomach. Both hands were sliced and bleeding from pulling himself on Sephiroth's damn sword, but the pain of the bigger wound was just too blinding for Cloud to realize there was even any damage at all to his hands.
Eventually, the blond found a little end table to lean on in the living room (but to be honest he didn't really know what room he was in anymore)... and then he couldn't stand anymore. As he doubled over and all out collapsed in a bloody heap, he ended up knocking over the table and everything on it as well -- including something glass that made a loud shattering noise.
But Cloud was pretty well unconscious before he even hit the floor anyway, so he didn't quite hear that one.