I want to know how it will end [Open]
Characters: Cloud Strife (de_faulty-hero) & Dr. Jonathan Crane (ornithophobia) & Sephiroth later (pure-lineage)
Location: Abandoned apartment building
Rating: PG-R (Possible violence and language)
Time: August 5th - Morning
Description: Cloud has been hunting Crane down for days, and he's finally found his quarry. Unfortunately, he turns into another victim, but he holds his own.
The days were starting to blur together as he spent most of his time searching the entire city for the likes of Dr. Crane. He still only returned to his apartment with the purpose of catching a quick shower and having a two hour nap before he was up and heading out again. It was so much like the life that he lead when hunting Sephiroth that he couldn't say that he wasn't enjoying it. Still, it was trying on his body now that most of his scientific advancements were nullified in this place.
He had been through most of the city in the last few days, picking his way from place-to-place where he thought that Crane might be hiding out. Nothing had turned up, and he hadn't encountered anyone who was also investigating. He suspected that Sephiroth was still keeping a distance from him, and he supposed that it was easier to concentrate on doing his chosen mission this way. Eventually they would have to talk, he recognized, but this madness needed to be put to rest before then. Sephiroth wasn't in any frame of mind to talk after all.
He was in a new district of the city, investigating a few select buildings that were not currently occupied. He had already gone through one and moved to the other, and he quietly ascended the stairs to the third floor to look around. Stepping out of the stairwell, he looked up and down the hallway before choosing
one of the apartments at random by pushing in the door. Obviously not many had come to visit given the amount of sand on the floor. How long ago was the sandstorm?
Sighing, he cracked his back and stepped walked to the middle of the apartment to look into each of the rooms. There was no furniture to get in the way, and he eventually walked out with no further lead. Still, he continued down the hallway to the next apartment and pulled the nailbat from the sling on his back to hold it in one hand. He shoved the door open with the weapon with a loud cracking noise as it simply fell off its hinges. "Well made stuff here in this world..." he remarked dryly and moved to enter into the main room.
Location: Abandoned apartment building
Rating: PG-R (Possible violence and language)
Time: August 5th - Morning
Description: Cloud has been hunting Crane down for days, and he's finally found his quarry. Unfortunately, he turns into another victim, but he holds his own.
The days were starting to blur together as he spent most of his time searching the entire city for the likes of Dr. Crane. He still only returned to his apartment with the purpose of catching a quick shower and having a two hour nap before he was up and heading out again. It was so much like the life that he lead when hunting Sephiroth that he couldn't say that he wasn't enjoying it. Still, it was trying on his body now that most of his scientific advancements were nullified in this place.
He had been through most of the city in the last few days, picking his way from place-to-place where he thought that Crane might be hiding out. Nothing had turned up, and he hadn't encountered anyone who was also investigating. He suspected that Sephiroth was still keeping a distance from him, and he supposed that it was easier to concentrate on doing his chosen mission this way. Eventually they would have to talk, he recognized, but this madness needed to be put to rest before then. Sephiroth wasn't in any frame of mind to talk after all.
He was in a new district of the city, investigating a few select buildings that were not currently occupied. He had already gone through one and moved to the other, and he quietly ascended the stairs to the third floor to look around. Stepping out of the stairwell, he looked up and down the hallway before choosing
one of the apartments at random by pushing in the door. Obviously not many had come to visit given the amount of sand on the floor. How long ago was the sandstorm?
Sighing, he cracked his back and stepped walked to the middle of the apartment to look into each of the rooms. There was no furniture to get in the way, and he eventually walked out with no further lead. Still, he continued down the hallway to the next apartment and pulled the nailbat from the sling on his back to hold it in one hand. He shoved the door open with the weapon with a loud cracking noise as it simply fell off its hinges. "Well made stuff here in this world..." he remarked dryly and moved to enter into the main room.