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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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When she was certain that he was tucked in to the best of her abilities she looked at him again. It would take some time and she wasn't sure if she should be using any silly fire spells in this kind of place. It might be dangerous for the health and there's a possibility of burning something while she was here. Ishtar looked at him again when he asked her that question. She assumed that it should be safe, since it was suppose to be patients and people are unwell. There shouldn't be violence happening in these places. Ishtar parted her lips and spoke.
"Well, I'm sure it's pretty safe. If it makes you feel better, I can stay here until you feel like you can take on an ox again, or something," she mused with a bit of determination. She didn't know if he had enemies here or not, but she wasn't going to let anyone lay a hand on an injured and sick person while she could help it. Ishtar felt inclined to do what she did because it was her job and it was something that she enjoyed doing. She didn't judge people all that easily, and she admitted that the firs time she had met him, she assumed he was a pretty bad person. Now that she looked at it, he wasn't all that bad.
He's pretty intelligent and logical, and well she hoped with all her might that he wouldn't run her through with something. There always had to be that thought right? Since she had seen another version of him do just that to people she cared about, "Rest, I'll probably bring you food later and such. I promise I can stick around for however long you need."
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He really wasn't sure what to think about that though. He'd never had to have anyone take care of him, in fact, he couldn't even remember having been bedbound before. Sephiroth took a deep, shuddering breath and tried to let it out as smoothly as possible. It wasn't the easiest thing to do in his condition, but it helped to keep raging stubborn thoughts in check.
"Why are you doing this?" He near whispered at her, it was easier to speak that way now. It didn't hurt his throat so much and also didn't require so much energy. Before she could answer, Sephiroth coughed weakly
patheticallybefore consciousness was finally starting to draw away.no subject
It didn't matter if they were bad or good, or whatever. She knew that most of the time people had reasons. If they didn't have reasons, they wouldn't behave the way they behaved. Those who had no reason and acted just because they can, she didn't find interest in assisting or helping them. They were only doing it because they can. She blinked as he whispered that to her.
"That's an easy question, actually," she replied with a small laugh. She paused to let him cough before replying, though not sure if he heard it or not. She'd probably answer it again if he asked later.
"I'm doing this because I can and because I don't like to see people sick or injured. I mean, you haven't really given me a reason to dislike you or something," she replied shrugging, "it's something I don't mind doing. I like to help people and it's not like I'm asking for anything in return, really."
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If it passed. Sephiroth was still freezing even underneath all of the blankets. Even as he slipped into an uneasy and somewhat involuntary sleep there would still be the short breaths, the light shivering and occasional episodes of more violent spasms.
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She pulled the sheets over him once more, a little tighter, before running off to dispose of the antiseptics and other things that needed to go in the trash but making sure to check up on him when she could.