[accidental video] halloween event
[When the video switches on it's shaking a little as its owner appears to be engrossed in a rather determined episode of scratching his back on a door frame, a happy little smile of bliss on his face. A bliss one might associate with scratching a persistent mosquito bite or patch of poison ivy.]
[He'd been itching a lot lately, and his joints have ( Read more... )
[He'd been itching a lot lately, and his joints have ( Read more... )
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I have no idea, but all the scratching probably isn't helping.
[That doesn't stop him from scratching his chin. Hello, stubble.]
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Do you think it's some sort of... of, plague?
[it's almost, almost a whine]
But it itches! It's almost like I can't help it. [grumble, grumble, always with the grumbling, cheerful man that he is]
Are you itching too? Sore at all? This is really not amusing. [insert scowl here]
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[He needs to do something besides scratch at his newly hairy chin and arms and everything - squat time. He talks between squats, frowning a little.]
It's probably - just - temporary. Nothing - like this - ever lasts - for very long.
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That's good to hear, but I've always found that it gets worse before... it... gets... better- what are you doing?
[He's stopped his scratching as well to cock his head, raising a brow and watching Zack doing... are those squats?]
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[KEFKA LOOKS LIKE HE COULD NEED MONEY it is truth and a fact and it would help with the back pains]
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Everyone...
[That... did not sound good. But at least it rules out the "joke" theory. He wasn't sure that that made him feel any better.]
But I just bought clothes. What does that have to do with this new 'epidemic' of body hair and random appendages? Besides, I spent most of what I had at the clothing shop already.
[Great, now he's confused again, which he attempts to hide behind a blink and a slight frown...]
You don't sound too good yourself, are you all right?
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[Kefka would hide it, but what's happening to him is going to be visible soon enough...and that yelling earlier. Ow.]
Awful back pains.
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Clothing sticking to people?
[Back to pacing and thinking out loud to himself. He hadn't realized he had stopped moving until his feet started walking again.]
Maybe it's not changing into anything... no, that's not right because it wouldn't explain all the discomfort... but the clothing sticking to people... it would rip, naturally, if their bodies were changing...
[Gods, this was bringing back thirty years of memories! His first limit break had been horrific, and now it was almost as if everyone else was suffering their own form of transformation. Finally he stops pacing to stand in the middle of his room. How long would this go on?]
Can you not take anything for your pain? Perhaps hold it at bay until we can figure out what is going on?
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I imagine not, given my learning of all being affected by this... whatever it is.
[There is something in Genesis's voice that brings back exceedingly painful memories for him]
[softly] It's in your bones isn't it? Can you take something for the pain?
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[When he speaks again his voice is low, detached as though reliving a dusty old memory.] Your bones are brittle, crushed by the very air around you, your muscles feel shredded and your guts are on fire, burning as though consumed by acid...
[One hand comes up to rub his forehead. If Lucrecia had given him something and it hadn't worked... he shuts his eyes as the reality of it hits home. Hojo was out of the question. He would just want to dissect, observe and experiment to understand what was going on, and no one deserved that. Unless Hojo was suffering from the same thing.
Everyone...He should feel some sort of malicious glee at that, a sense of poetic justice, but... nothing. A massive nerve block would work, but Genesis was mako enhanced so his body would probably reject it... he should know ( ... )
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That is all well and good, Lucrecia, but how are you doing? Are you in any pain?
[He doesn't know what in the name of Holy he could do about it if she was, but he felt like he had to know. The way she was moving... the soft sounds that many normal ears would miss, but he caught quite easily, almost reminded him of a machine of some sort. But that didn't fit with the other descriptions he had heard of.
In an attempt to keep the topic on track, but still watching her from worried eyes, he says:]
So far all the changes appear biological in nature. Except yours... Lucrecia, I can't help but think of that meeting we had at the carnival when you mentioned being turned into a moth. Do you think this might be something similar to that incident?
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Can I- Can I do anything? To help?
[Gods, Valentine, that's the last thing she needs from you right now, you and your sad little attempts to 'help'. You'd just make things worse! He thinks bitterly, making a fist and shutting his eyes as his heart hurt. It was almost enough to take his mind off of his heinous itching... almost. Hissing softly he un-scrunches his fist and brings his hand up to scratch his neck. Great, another bump.]
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[He scratches at the back of his neck, then curses as the feeling of cold metal touches the vulnerable skin. He shivers.
There's a particular shiny quality about him - vague, and its cause can't be determined, but one has the fleeting impression upon first glance that Cid is indeed shining somehow.
He holds up his hands to the camera. The skin on the backs of them has turned to plating similar to Vincent's gauntlet, only less modern-looking, and affects both hands rather than just one.]
Y'look itchy, Vince.
[Wisely, he clamps down on the urge to ask if he would like Cid to scratch the itch for him. Somehow he doesn't think it would go over well, given Vincent's current state of apparent irritation.]
I dunno what's goin' on, but it can back th'hell off.
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He squints and peers closer at the screen. He blinks once, twice, then shakes his head and stares some more. Nope, it wasn't his eyes playing a trick on him, Cid was... shiny.]
I second that, Chief. And I am extremely itchy! And my joints hurt, but that's nothing new given what I tend to change into rather regularly. [Wryly]
But what's going on with you? It looks like you've got some kind of oil or something on you, what with that sheen you have going.
[He smirks then, and when he speaks next there is a noticeable warm humor in his voice:]
Well, I suppose it's better than flaming, wouldn't you agree?
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M'already hot enough. Don't needa start flamin'.
[And misses the pun spectacularly.]
Wouldn't y'say? And I dunno what it is. [He sighs.] But it's gettin' t'where I can't feel much with m'hands. Weird sensation, that is. But at least I ain't itchy 'r achy or anything. Just shiny an'...metallic, maybe. Just hope it stops b'fore it gets worse...
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Chief...
[But what Cid tells him next worries him anew.]
What do you mean you can't feel much with your hands? [Please excuse the stupid question, he's concerned...] Is the feeling restricted to just your hands? [Fret fret fret]
[And now a lame attempt at humor. If you squint you can see how worn down this is making him.]
Metallic, huh? Well that's right up your alley, right Highwind?
[Suddenly he's gripped with a sudden urge to scratch his back again. It's so bad that he's trying to reach his free hand over his shoulder to get to his back. When his hand brushes something at his shoulder blade briefly, he freezes and looks worried.]
[His voice is small a little tremulous.]
Cid, something is coming out of my back...
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