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towerofanimus2012-12-20 08:07 pm
neverbeamemory) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-20 08:07 pm
Entry tags:
010 | Talk about changing it up a bit...
Characters: Sephiroth & OPEN
Setting: December 20th - Floor 4 (Mid-Morning), extending to wherever it goes!
Format: Start with my normal wordy prose, can switch to action if preferred.
Summary: Sephiroth's condition changes dramatically; well he wanted to be cooler...
Warnings: TBD - Other than the unnerving sight he must be by now. Add: Catarina sex/violence warning.
To Sephiroth, it was so hot now that days had started blurring into each other. He found it extremely hard to concentrate at the best of times and it had only gotten worse the longer this heat was going on. His focus was packed somewhere in the thick stuffy feeling he still had in his head; somewhere in all that thick mucus that wouldn't shift. On top of that the general feeling of sluggishness, sleepiness coupled with the frustrations of not being able to sleep well when he did try - all he seemed to do was slowly make his way daily down in the lift from the Dormitories and then make the slow, labored climb on burning feet to the 7th Floor. He'd spent hours just floating in that cooling pool, in the absolute belief that he needed to otherwise he'd likely cook from the inside.
Sephiroth was just entering the 4th floor from the stairwell when this torture suddenly changed.
"Ugh...."
It felt akin to being hit by a wall; a painfully cold chill hit him. Every pore of exposed skin abruptly felt impaled by icy spines and then sliced around inside - chilling Sephiroth to his core instantly. Extremities, namely Sephiroth's fingers, toes and nose, that were already well on the way to being more-than surface damaged by the real chilly temperature felt both on fire and in agonizing pain. He physically swayed with the impact of and must have blacked out for the second that it knocked the breath out of him.
THUD, THUD, THUD
When the world came back into focus all Sephiroth could hear to start with was the shocked-into-slowness sound of his own pulse. He'd fallen to his knees but couldn't recall his legs giving out from under him; in fact after thinking about it he couldn't feel much at all below his knees at all - he was totally numb. His gloved hands were holding his weight up off of the floor. Instinct it seemed had stopped him from falling flat on his face, though his wrists felt also like they were quickly weakening as the numbness crept quickly up from his frostbitten but covered fingertips. He was left staring at the floor; the limp, near-frozen braid of silver hair flung forward dragged on the floor as well - not that how he looked; white mostly and blue in places, had been at the forefront of his concerns in the last few days.
Since when did it get so cold? This was even colder than anything he remembers before.
And he was shaking. Violently shivering uncontrollably all over from the intense cold as Sephiroth tried to will himself to move. Slowly, Sephiroth near crawled across the floor to the wall, where he went about using the glass wall as support to get back on his feet. It was a painful, awkward affair laced with many failures that ended up with him crunched into the corner between floor and wall. He kept having to stop as well, to forcibly sniff half-frozen mucus back up into his nose; that flu was still a nagging annoyance but at least he couldn't feel much of how sore his nose was anymore. A small, double-edged mercy. At least the Floor seemed clear of monsters for now.
Setting: December 20th - Floor 4 (Mid-Morning), extending to wherever it goes!
Format: Start with my normal wordy prose, can switch to action if preferred.
Summary: Sephiroth's condition changes dramatically; well he wanted to be cooler...
Warnings: TBD - Other than the unnerving sight he must be by now. Add: Catarina sex/violence warning.
To Sephiroth, it was so hot now that days had started blurring into each other. He found it extremely hard to concentrate at the best of times and it had only gotten worse the longer this heat was going on. His focus was packed somewhere in the thick stuffy feeling he still had in his head; somewhere in all that thick mucus that wouldn't shift. On top of that the general feeling of sluggishness, sleepiness coupled with the frustrations of not being able to sleep well when he did try - all he seemed to do was slowly make his way daily down in the lift from the Dormitories and then make the slow, labored climb on burning feet to the 7th Floor. He'd spent hours just floating in that cooling pool, in the absolute belief that he needed to otherwise he'd likely cook from the inside.
Sephiroth was just entering the 4th floor from the stairwell when this torture suddenly changed.
"Ugh...."
It felt akin to being hit by a wall; a painfully cold chill hit him. Every pore of exposed skin abruptly felt impaled by icy spines and then sliced around inside - chilling Sephiroth to his core instantly. Extremities, namely Sephiroth's fingers, toes and nose, that were already well on the way to being more-than surface damaged by the real chilly temperature felt both on fire and in agonizing pain. He physically swayed with the impact of and must have blacked out for the second that it knocked the breath out of him.
THUD, THUD, THUD
When the world came back into focus all Sephiroth could hear to start with was the shocked-into-slowness sound of his own pulse. He'd fallen to his knees but couldn't recall his legs giving out from under him; in fact after thinking about it he couldn't feel much at all below his knees at all - he was totally numb. His gloved hands were holding his weight up off of the floor. Instinct it seemed had stopped him from falling flat on his face, though his wrists felt also like they were quickly weakening as the numbness crept quickly up from his frostbitten but covered fingertips. He was left staring at the floor; the limp, near-frozen braid of silver hair flung forward dragged on the floor as well - not that how he looked; white mostly and blue in places, had been at the forefront of his concerns in the last few days.
Since when did it get so cold? This was even colder than anything he remembers before.
And he was shaking. Violently shivering uncontrollably all over from the intense cold as Sephiroth tried to will himself to move. Slowly, Sephiroth near crawled across the floor to the wall, where he went about using the glass wall as support to get back on his feet. It was a painful, awkward affair laced with many failures that ended up with him crunched into the corner between floor and wall. He kept having to stop as well, to forcibly sniff half-frozen mucus back up into his nose; that flu was still a nagging annoyance but at least he couldn't feel much of how sore his nose was anymore. A small, double-edged mercy. At least the Floor seemed clear of monsters for now.
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He still wasn't fully upright on his own two feet, more like leaning most of his weight on the wall. His bare feet throbbed so painfully on the floor, it felt like he was standing on shattered glass - frozen shattered glass. Numb as well especially in the ankle joints, Sephiroth carefully tried shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His face a carefully controlled mask hiding the agony, his gaze focused on Elena - while he stood there still violently shivering.
He could almost remember her, through eyes that were of his making though separate from him. Those three.
"Pity. Save it for someone who needs it." His near-chattering teeth were still gritted slightly.
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Gaia, he was tall. Even without the extra quarter inch that leather boots provided, he was a towering figure to her much smaller frame. In any other situation she would have been both terrified and intimidated. In this scenario, she was still both, but in a more manageable form. His illness gave her a leg up, but that didn't change the powerful impact and influence just being in his presence caused. Swallowing the heavy stone of nervousness - as well as fear - she held her ground, looking at indifferent as possible.
"You look like you're one foot in the grave, General. What are you doing wandering the halls in your condition?
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Another Turk.
Were they everywhere in this place? This is the third time he's encountered one.
Elena. He should have remembered that frame, that face- her screams.
"None of that is any of your concern." Let her think that he's up to something that would be of interest to them, Sephiroth even managed a somewhat tight-with-pain smirk to go with his reply. Never mind that he had just come down from the swimming pool, where he'd been cooling off. It had been unreasonably hot before.
A spasm like shudder caused legs almost to give up as Sephiroth remained with his arms around himself - trying to retain what little body heat that he could close to his core. The hidden stab wound didn't help much either but this whole turn couldn't last long.
His cells would wake up after the cold snap soon, despite the encounter with that half-demon. They had to.
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"True, your falling down the stairs is of no concern of mine. But your being up and about does leave one to be curious as to just what is worth pushing yourself this hard."
Her bravado is damaged with that single look - a smirk brought forth despite his obvious illness. And in that brief second she's not in the Tower anymore and she's not alone. The cold seeps in through the layers of her suit, her breath almost visible white puffs with each exhale, and its those horrible green eyes. Horrible, monstrous, and they're staring down at her with that smirk promising of worse things yet to come. Hidden scars itched and burned.
".....Stop."
Whether spurned by her words or his sudden spasms, the string of memories did cease. Lost in the images, Elena had taken several uneven steps back, the color in her face paling. Back in the current reality, Elena frowned at him, arms returning to her sides. She had to recover, had to brush off the momentary exposure of weakness before he picked up on it, thought he had any effect.
"You're making yourself look pathetic, struggling like that."
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He kept his eyes on her the whole time she was reminiscing. Of course she had to remember, how could she have so easily hand forgotten? For this memory, it was very much a case that he'd remember in an instant - after all, the Remnants, though separate from him were him also. His windows into the physical world from within the Lifestream; he almost remembered imagining how her tears would have tasted.
That smirk soon dropped as Sephiroth, getting more and more frustrated by the violent shaking from the sudden cold conditions allowed himself to slide back down the wall and sit with his back against it again. Looking away from Elena as she got back in control of herself and made yet another comment.
"Speak for yourself."