Everything that kills me makes me feel alive

[midgarhorizon]

Characters: Reno and Shion, and any roomies or anyone that wants to witness a destructive mental breakdown or get involved and/or punched
Setting: Starting off in Room 1-04, otherwise see prompts- prompts will be posted as comments
Format: 1 inch margins
Summary: Shion catches Reno up to speed on the Tower about certain reveals- let's just call the rest temporary insanity. There will be wall punching
Warnings: this isn't going to be pretty



He honestly hadn't wanted to do this, but the lack of clothing for both him and Shion had left little choice. It was degrading. It was humiliating. It was something he kinda sucked at.

Reno sat on his bed with legs folded up underneath him, wearing his makeshift black bandanas to cover his face, long ago replacing the sheet he'd been using. Spread out in front of him was some black cloth he was carefully hand stitching together. It'd be a shirt when he was done, expect for the part it was taking forever. He didn't want to hang out too long in the workshop, or really, anywhere else in the Tower right then, and he was worse with the machines.

By this rate, he'd have this shirt done by December, if he was lucky. Shion had said he wanted to stop by and talk with him, too, and while not totally secure, it was easier here than dealing with randomly wandering monsters.

Reno frowned at the cloth just before he misjudged the distance between his finger and the needle.

"Ouch! Shiva's tits..."

Comments

is Sephiroth okay?

[pinnaculum]

[The smaller Sephiroth is on his way toward the staircase as well, having perfunctorily slept the necessary amount in order to avoid weakening. Now he can go back to his all-important investigations and monster-slayings. He pauses at the sight of a man punching the wall.

He isn't often given to emotional reactions himself, but he has seen his share of them.]

Are you in need of assistance?

yup!

[midgarhorizon]

[Punching the wall once more, he turns and frowns at the kid, and a tiny part of his mind wondered why the kid looked so familiar.]

Assistance? Do I look like I need it?

[pinnaculum]

[Sephiroth considers this question. If the man's problem stems from the fact that he's upset, Sephiroth likely will be unable to help. He isn't particularly insightful when it comes to others' emotions, and he's often unaware of them, but he's aware of the fact that they tend to confuse him.]

Perhaps. You may injure yourself.

[midgarhorizon]

They'd just repair it, kid.

[There were a lot of implications in that statement.]

[pinnaculum]

They do not repair us until we die. It remains unproductive to injure oneself.

[midgarhorizon]

Sometimes, that's not the point.

[Still, he rocks back to deliver a very satisfying kick to the wall.]