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towerofanimus2012-12-20 08:07 pm
neverbeamemory) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-20 08:07 pm
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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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Even with the acting, it was all still an 'act,' and his condition was beyond just sick. She wouldn't let him roll around until he died. At least, not when she would be able to help prevent it. Lives were important, regardless of origins. She had never thought to kill people easily. When he finally spoke up and offered her his hand hand begrudgingly, she took it without hesitance. At least, she got through to him somehow. She would deal with the consequences later. Somehow, she always ended up being quite a ludicrous person. Clearly, she was insane for even behaving the way she did with but it was to help someone out. She didn't think it was wrong and she clearly had little or no fear of what would possibly happen in the future after this.
When she grasped his hand, she mumbled a few incoherent, and foreign words, allowing something small to transfer to him. Ishtar had the ability to use magic, and healing was one of her prized possessions. Hopefully, this little amount would help. She had never tried healing in this manner, but a sick person was still in their own way, still hurt or injured. At least she thought so. His hand was cold just as his forehead was earlier. She gave him a small smile after saying those foreign words, "I don't know if this will help at all, but maybe it will help the pain some," she mused, "and no said we should let them win, but you shouldn't let them eat at your weakness. There's always ways to win in the future," she replied. It would just take time for it to happen.
"If you feel dizzy or anything, you can lean on my weight. It's not like I'm a strange to dragging big guys around," because she sure as hell performed her job when she needed it during all those crises at Facility. That was up to him though. She understood that he wasn't the kind of guy that would easily just take help. He didn't seem like he was used to it or ever had it.
We can extend this to Floor 2? Assuming that's where they are going?
"I felt something..."
He went back to curiously watching over Ishtar's face as the healing magic swirled around his core; though it died out much too quickly for Sephiroth to really know what good it might do, or for him to possibly direct it where the most healing was needed. His cells were much too cooled to respond to his will. Curiously though, the distinct tight, harsh feeling of his skin seemed softened a little and his feet felt more like they were standing on gravel now rather than crushed glass. Indeed, some of the pain was lessened but he still felt colder than the temperature in the Tower was - he was still shaking desperately.
Sephiroth didn't really know how, or with what to answer Isthar's words so he only nodded. After all, he obviously had no choice but to at least accept her help back to somewhere safe. Finally, squeezing her hand to get the leverage Sephiroth dragged his weight forward and took a step away from the wall. It was very shaky, and he used his other hand on the wall to stop him from toppling over again. The below-knee numbness had seemed to set in during the time he's been crumpled on the floor and his joints were aching now from the extended cold. Sephiroth let go of her hand and placed his on her same shoulder as he took his first steps back towards the stairs.
Nevertheless, he would persist to put as little leaning on her as possible - preferring to support against the wall if he felt too shaky to be able to put his feet down properly. At least to begin with.
Sure we can assume that! ^^
"It's healing magic, well holy magic," she corrected herself, "Something that I have a lot of experience using. I thought it could maybe soothe your pain a little bit. I've never used it like this before," she grinned not showing much more hostility than she originally did earlier. It seemed like he wasn't all that bad of a person once she got to know him a little better, though he was still a huge mystery. Ishtar would be a little content to hear that it helped him, though she didn't ask him directly. She could tell he was still shaking from her grasp on his hand. It was weird that she was holding hands with someone she barely knew but it was better than just leaving them sick and alone.
She didn't react too much to the squeeze as he started to walk. Clearly, he still didn't want to rely on her too much, because he had his pride. Not that she was complaining. She knew it would somehow ended up in this kind of outcome. At least, he accepted it and confirmed that she wasn't there to hurt him or anything. It wasn't like she had any reason to, yet. He was using the wall to support himself and she kept closer to the wall so that he could do that while holding her weight enough so she wouldn't lose balance if he were to suddenly collapse. She didn't bother to say anything snarky to him because he was trying and he was clearly inching into her assistance little by little as they got further from his original spot.
She allowed him to keep his hand on her shoulder when he moved and started for the stairs. She kept her pace slow as the two of them ventured down towards the clinic