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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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Sephiroth caught his thoughts before he came out with something that might be perceived as even more of a threat. He was an expert in dealing death, quickly.
"Well I wouldn't be lying on the floor."
He was starting to get his breathing under control after the cold shock, but he didn't trust her enough to be able to take his eyes off of her yet.
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"When all this is over. I might just have to show you."
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"I don't think so. I won't let you kill me!" Her entire body tensed, then sprung at him.
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Sephiroth's defensive kick sprung too slowly, but it had all happened so fast his chilled instincts simply couldn't react in time. A sharp, hot rather than cold spike pierced it's way up into him through the gap in his coat as the wolf met it's target. Only then Sephiroth's mind caught up.
She'd stabbed him, that was the knife right there. There was a moment of shivering lucidity, distinctly feeling blood well up waiting for the knife to be removed before it could run. Then Sephiroth reacted, the kick meant to have stopped her pounce came up in a knee between them - needing to put all the strength he could muster into levering her away from him.
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He was left lying on his front, head slightly back as his shivering hand clamped as much pressure as he could muster on the wound. His cells naturally would stem any blood spilling before anything else but then he noticed by glancing down from him that the succubus was heading for the bloody knife that had somehow ended up out of her grasp. Alarm surged and Sephiroth stretched, part-scuttling towards her just a little to attempt with his opposite leg to kick the knife away further.
One stab wound he might be able to gather the strength to at least slow down the blood flow, but if that wolf decided to tear him open it significantly reduced his chances.
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At the sound of that different growl, Sephiroth looked directly at her. Shakily holding himself while the blood slid against his hand against himself while he tried to hold the pressure on but then got distracted by the more immediate threat. Hopefully by the time she pounced again, at least the blood would have stopped flowing. That growl did sound different, but he didn't know at all what it meant. Instead he went back to trying to guess what direction she would come from next.
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-his hair
-her lips to his
-to feed. Deeply
Warning added :-p
Sephiroth shuddered deeply in reaction to the kiss she forced onto him. If he'd been in better condition it would have been a flinch followed with at least a firm push away, at most a quick death. As it was his hands were pinned already between them and he was still shivering cold.
But perhaps just as she had imagined, that life force pulsed hotly and abundant despite Sephiroth's freezing condition. Perhaps easier to get at as well owing to the the chilled, slower-than normal potency of the Jenova cells that would usually defend him against such an attack.
[ooc: per Plurk, I've some pretty specific questions but if any of this is wrong let me know and I'll edit!]
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But she could make a fist and slam it against the wound she made as she sucked as much of his life as she could through a kiss.
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Sephiroth had unwrapped his arms from around his middle to move them in a position to push at her shoulders but she was pressed onto him too closely for him to be able to even shift her - lightly shivering, and now caught in that embrace of hers as he was.
Then she punched at the wound which had just stopped bleeding. It shot Sephiroth's breath up into his throat in a sharp gasp, accompanied with some blood, from the internal damage, which then proceeded unwillingly to pass onto her lips.
He could feel the way that she was drawing energy out of him whilst at the same time reeling from the adrenaline rush which followed the punch. She was pretty much demanding more and despite it all there was a deep, carnal temptation to reciprocate present - except Sephiroth didn't commit to anything he didn't think he could excel in.
Plus, he needed that energy she was taking to heal with! A deep-throated, though sore, growl maybe would have deceived her into thinking he would cave in to her will but a second later he pushed against her hard with both hands and held her there at arms length. He didn't have the strength anymore to push her completely off, even as he held her there the joints at his elbows threatened to give in they were that shudder-y.
"Stop. NOW!"
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And then he pushed her away, forcing an angry growl from her lips. Catarina tried to break his grip off her, but she started to cough, violently. She was still ill, as it was, and her body could not hold out any longer against it.
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He'd deal with her coughing in his face if it meant keeping this woman from getting in a position to overpower him again. He did sniff a couple of times as well, still having the minor flu as well. Shakily Sephiroth waited for the coughing to stop, perhaps it might bring her to her senses.
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Whatever explanation she had for her behavior, he would hunt her down for it later to get his answers. When he was in more of a dominant position.