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[atouchofstrife]

Characters: Cloud Strife and YOU
Settings: 4th floor lounge, 25th floor the meadow, 1st floor cafeteria throughout the day.
Format: comment spam to start but will match
Summery: Cloud is having a few issues but will stop to cook extremely SOLDIER bland food.



✗Lounge
[ he had been avoiding the dorms save for when he had to sleep in his bed. Cloud spent most of his time in the lounge, watching the clouds outside and thinking about what he was going to do. Not that the matter had changed much in the last three weeks, but more so because he is a little different. For some reason, he wanted to nag the former general about his ridiculousness. He wanted to tell him to grow up. In fact, he did and that was just not normal for Cloud at all.

So he watched the clouds and he sometimes slept in a nest made from half cured hides and thought.

This day was different though. This day he felt a crawling sensation, like a hundred tiny ants had been poured into his veins and then were fed sugar. He rubbed his arms and then frowned, a headache threatening to appear just behind his eyes.]

Great.


✗Meadow
[he could feel the cold. Cloud was one of those people that usually was more hot than cold, so when he started feeling the first shivers, he went directly to the meadow and it's eternal springtime.

And still he shivered.

Not only that, but his feet felt like he stuck them in ice water and his hands were stiffing... And that was when it struck him as funny, sitting in a springtime meadow and feeling the draw. It looked like someone was not being careful enough in this place. ]

I guess it's my turn to find him.


✗Cafeteria
[ it's easy enough to make a big stew in the kitchen. Cloud had gathered the ingredients from various places, adding in roasted meat from his hunt earlier the month and just let it cook. It was easy and it would also feed a number of people. That is if anyone was still feeling well enough to eat some. ]

Comments

Isn't really there - while Cloud is in the Meadow

[neverbeamemory]

[It's a little weird really. The cells are confused more than anything. One moment they react to the 'normal' cold conditions of the Tower; similar to how they would react normally in order to keep Sephiroth physically unaffected by such cold - he hadn't had to wrap up at all thus far this month after all.

But it's entirely more frantic, as every so often the priority switches and it throws the Jenova cells into overdrive; trying to cool Sephiroth down, as if it was in a dangerously hot climate. Sephiroth's will during this hallucinating is causing general panic at a cellular level. Despite the switch onto heat-defense, there is still some minor damage from the actual cold climate and that minor flu that they are trying to hard, but failing, to suppress.]

Re: Isn't really there - while Cloud is in the Meadow

[atouchofstrife]

[ hot cold hot cold - Cloud frowned and clenched his hands, trying to force his own cells down and away, imposing his reality on them to make them see that it was not that cold and was not that hot. he drew also on the very physical sensation of the gentle wind and the smell of the grass, focusing on not letting any of their needs overpower him. it was enough to give him a headache from time to time but not enough to actually go looking for the former general.

at least not yet. ]