Act I: The Advent [OPEN]
Who: resurrectedgod, backing-wind, and OPEN to whoever
When: Sometime between midnight and 5am
Where: The Infamous Abandoned Baseball Diamond
Summary: Sephiroth arrives, Cloud greets him. Help greatly appreciated.
Warnings: Sheer stupidity and passing out
NOTE: Both combatants would be eternally grateful if some kind people would drag their unconscious bodies to safety before the monsters get to them. Thanks in advance! XD
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--he wasn’t exactly sure of what had happened, why he was lying face-down in the sand, or why his body felt like he’d been simultaneously crammed and inhaled into a small tube. Why was the world spinning beyond his control, beyond the power of his senses? Was this sickness? Vertigo? As Sephiroth turned and sat up, bile followed him upward as the world spun into view. Suddenly, it didn’t even matter anymore--another feeling overcame his senses, and he shot a sneering glare at the traitor.
This was all too convenient. Even if Sephiroth was strangely exhausted, sore, and aching... that didn’t matter. There was business to be dealt with.
It was him. The instant Cloud realized that it was Sephiroth who had just appeared on the run-down baseball diamond, he drew his sword and lurched out of the safety of the dugout. It didn’t matter that he was on the verge of collapse or that dangerous monsters threatened to swarm him. Cloud existed for the single purpose of destroying this being, again and again, as many times as it took. There was no room for hesitation or doubt. He would find some hidden reservoir of strength and prevail. He had to, the entire Planet depended on it. With that thought, Cloud heaved his sword into the air and stumbled onto the field, panting heavily from the effort of it.
Sephiroth formed the Masamune Blade in his hands as he took stance and engaged. This was nothing, for there was no limit to his power. He could continue... which was exactly why he suddenly found himself eating dirt and sprawled on the ground, barely within reach of punishing that infidel.
Cloud’s advance slowed more and more as he struggled to keep on his feet. By the time he got within lunging distance of his opponent he could barely manage a walk. Gritting his teeth and steeling his will, Cloud forced his sword up into the air with shaking arms for an overhead strike... and it slid right out of his hands onto the ground. Staggered from the sudden shift in his center of gravity, Cloud tripped over his own sword and landed in an awkward faceplant a mere two yards from his goal.
It took all Sephiroth’s might to spit dirt before facing Cloud and letting out a weak maniacal chuckle. “--even here... and now... you’re still too late... to save... her.”
Summoning up the very last reserves of his strength in an effort to stand up, Cloud barely managed to dig his fingers feebly into the scraggly grass. As the world faded to black, he whispered, “Go... back... to hell.”
When: Sometime between midnight and 5am
Where: The Infamous Abandoned Baseball Diamond
Summary: Sephiroth arrives, Cloud greets him. Help greatly appreciated.
Warnings: Sheer stupidity and passing out
NOTE: Both combatants would be eternally grateful if some kind people would drag their unconscious bodies to safety before the monsters get to them. Thanks in advance! XD
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--he wasn’t exactly sure of what had happened, why he was lying face-down in the sand, or why his body felt like he’d been simultaneously crammed and inhaled into a small tube. Why was the world spinning beyond his control, beyond the power of his senses? Was this sickness? Vertigo? As Sephiroth turned and sat up, bile followed him upward as the world spun into view. Suddenly, it didn’t even matter anymore--another feeling overcame his senses, and he shot a sneering glare at the traitor.
This was all too convenient. Even if Sephiroth was strangely exhausted, sore, and aching... that didn’t matter. There was business to be dealt with.
It was him. The instant Cloud realized that it was Sephiroth who had just appeared on the run-down baseball diamond, he drew his sword and lurched out of the safety of the dugout. It didn’t matter that he was on the verge of collapse or that dangerous monsters threatened to swarm him. Cloud existed for the single purpose of destroying this being, again and again, as many times as it took. There was no room for hesitation or doubt. He would find some hidden reservoir of strength and prevail. He had to, the entire Planet depended on it. With that thought, Cloud heaved his sword into the air and stumbled onto the field, panting heavily from the effort of it.
Sephiroth formed the Masamune Blade in his hands as he took stance and engaged. This was nothing, for there was no limit to his power. He could continue... which was exactly why he suddenly found himself eating dirt and sprawled on the ground, barely within reach of punishing that infidel.
Cloud’s advance slowed more and more as he struggled to keep on his feet. By the time he got within lunging distance of his opponent he could barely manage a walk. Gritting his teeth and steeling his will, Cloud forced his sword up into the air with shaking arms for an overhead strike... and it slid right out of his hands onto the ground. Staggered from the sudden shift in his center of gravity, Cloud tripped over his own sword and landed in an awkward faceplant a mere two yards from his goal.
It took all Sephiroth’s might to spit dirt before facing Cloud and letting out a weak maniacal chuckle. “--even here... and now... you’re still too late... to save... her.”
Summoning up the very last reserves of his strength in an effort to stand up, Cloud barely managed to dig his fingers feebly into the scraggly grass. As the world faded to black, he whispered, “Go... back... to hell.”