I want those wings too...
Yesterday had been the worst day since Cloud had left on the island. He'd felt a little insane. Every time he tried to think, he became overwhelmed by an emotion. Aeris had told him ... he wasn't even sure how to describe what she'd told him. Was it the truth? He pushed those thoughts aside. They threatened to overwhelm him.
He'd spoken with Roxas and found himself reminded more and more of all of the destruction he'd left behind in Midgar. How had this never bothered him before? Not only had he killed Angeal, he'd killed all of those infantrymen.
When he'd finally woken up, after a night of restlessness and terrible dreams, he'd had enough of his SOLDIER uniform. Shinra had taken so much from him and he'd taken even more from Midgar and in the end, maybe he'd deserved what he'd gotten. Or maybe he had been meaningless and irrelevant as Aeris had said.
He left the Buster sword and all of its memories of Angeal and Cloud and death and destruction in the sand in front of the hut. He'd taken off all of the non-essential pieces of his uniform and worn just the shirt, pants and boots, what he'd need to walk to the compound and find something new.
When he'd gotten to the compound, he'd checked the rec room. It had been the last place he'd seen her, and even though it was unlikely Aeris had been the nigh there, he had to check all the same. The jukebox seemed happy to see him though and it celebrated by playing him a song. The sound unnerved him and made him look around as though Sephiroth might appear at any moment. It had been a long time since he'd actually expected Sephiroth to appear.
"He's not here," he said to himself. Roxas had tried to reassure him the same thing. If he did appear, they would be doomed without Cloud to stop him.
He shook his head to stop the onslaught of memories and thoughts that threatened to drown him in the rec room and headed to the clothing box. At first, it offered him a trench coat that looked vaguely familiar and made him wonder if the jukebox had been warning him. But if Sephiroth were there, the last thing he'd do would be to leave his trench in the clothing box. The next thing it offered him were two wings. One black wing and one white wing. It seemed to be asking him to choose.
[ooc the clothes box wants him to decide what kind of one-winged angel he'd be. He's a little unstable and slightly insane. ST immediately because I have to work!]
He'd spoken with Roxas and found himself reminded more and more of all of the destruction he'd left behind in Midgar. How had this never bothered him before? Not only had he killed Angeal, he'd killed all of those infantrymen.
When he'd finally woken up, after a night of restlessness and terrible dreams, he'd had enough of his SOLDIER uniform. Shinra had taken so much from him and he'd taken even more from Midgar and in the end, maybe he'd deserved what he'd gotten. Or maybe he had been meaningless and irrelevant as Aeris had said.
He left the Buster sword and all of its memories of Angeal and Cloud and death and destruction in the sand in front of the hut. He'd taken off all of the non-essential pieces of his uniform and worn just the shirt, pants and boots, what he'd need to walk to the compound and find something new.
When he'd gotten to the compound, he'd checked the rec room. It had been the last place he'd seen her, and even though it was unlikely Aeris had been the nigh there, he had to check all the same. The jukebox seemed happy to see him though and it celebrated by playing him a song. The sound unnerved him and made him look around as though Sephiroth might appear at any moment. It had been a long time since he'd actually expected Sephiroth to appear.
"He's not here," he said to himself. Roxas had tried to reassure him the same thing. If he did appear, they would be doomed without Cloud to stop him.
He shook his head to stop the onslaught of memories and thoughts that threatened to drown him in the rec room and headed to the clothing box. At first, it offered him a trench coat that looked vaguely familiar and made him wonder if the jukebox had been warning him. But if Sephiroth were there, the last thing he'd do would be to leave his trench in the clothing box. The next thing it offered him were two wings. One black wing and one white wing. It seemed to be asking him to choose.
[ooc the clothes box wants him to decide what kind of one-winged angel he'd be. He's a little unstable and slightly insane. ST immediately because I have to work!]