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#3 | [Event Log] Night of the Thirteen Moogles
Characters: Sephiroth & OPEN [Event-log]
Where/When: As titles below.
Summary: At first, there is nothing happening with Sephiroth. He has lost the ability to call forth on the power his Jobs granted him; still believing his weakness might be a sign of impending stasis, he has kept up his training regimen/study at the Library as if there is nothing wrong - but he hasn't been monster hunting; that would be suicide. Until the morning of 18th October, and it all shifts dramatically-
Warnings: Specifically in #3- Worsening exhaustion/flu-like symptoms leading to character death on 28th October
#1 - 18th October: House A-02 / Around Aqures Ixen
As if being dropped in a dream, eyes shot open as if he had hit a concrete floor. A sharp twitch along every cluster of nerves down Sephiroth's spine was so sudden it was almost painful. He lay there as still as possible and yet somewhat out of breath, unfocused vision picking out patterns on the ceiling that weren't really there. It was still dark, very early in the morning. He must have turned awkwardly in his sleep, it wouldn't surprise him at all - just something else to add to the near-constant aches and pains of some variation that had come to define his existence in Crystallis. No pain no gain.
If not for the dull humming of the flinch that didn't just fade away. Quite the opposite, it quickly blossomed outwards in every direction and carried an intense crackling of energy along with it. Like a high-adrenaline shot but so much more. His pulse began to race, there was an instant ringing in his ears and a bitter lump quickly formed in the back of his throat. Sephiroth forced himself to both swallow and blink as the Mako infused deeply within his entire being all lit up at once as if a switch was thrown on. It was all too much energy in one go and the noise of shock that he made was completely involuntary as his body was thrown into something of a rapid seizure. All muscles clenched and he crushed his eyes closed as it wracked his entire frame.
Minutes passed, but it felt like hours before Sephiroth looked around the room in the loudly humming afterglow. A light green, smoking outline danced along the edge of his skin as he pulled arms out of the covers and forced himself to get up. He could see Spencer across the room, still fast asleep in his drawer of a bed - completely oblivious. Mako- He thought as, still only in the shorts he slept in, Sephiroth shakily strode out onto the landing. His throat was intensely dry, a common side effect but nothing a tall glass of water wouldn't fix. As for the abundance of energy that danced through him, well, he wouldn't be going back to bed. He really should have been more aware of that top step though; the heavy sound of a body crashing down the stairs ripped through the early morning gloom of the house-
"Kupo!" The startled noise of a woken moogle followed.
Later, all equipped and more ready for anything than Sephiroth had felt since he arrived in Aqures he took the opportunity for an extended patrol around the Districts. All lethargy he felt was gone, all lingering aches from over training and even the recent sprain to his sword hand was as if it had never happened. No trace whatsoever of his early morning tumble. It was chillier out than recently, but it didn't bother him at all; pride swollen in his bearing once more and plain to see in how he carried himself. Whatever had ailed him, it was over now and he was returned to how he should be. This was how he could be a Hero.
It felt good, never mind the light tiredness which hung somewhere in the back of his mind, what could he expect from such a sudden rush.
#2 - 19th October: Aqurean Forest
Bodies of blackened, still-smoldering Ochu littered a small path of destruction towards a small clearing where Sephiroth fought off the remaining two of them. The ailments that they would usually cast were short lived indeed; sleep couldn't touch his energized state, and poison was countered immediately with Esuna - a magical haze of green obscuring Sephiroth from view momentarily when it was cast.
He smirked widely and cast his final two large fireballs outwards towards them. Thorny arms flailed and the monsters screeched as they fell limp. Good. His Fire materia hadn't depreciated at all for the months it had lain inactive. There was no sign at all of the armor his Jobs had required him to equip, only his signature silver and leather, as Sephiroth stepped out of his battle stance and turned back towards the tree that Spencer had opted to sit and watch up in; nodding once to the moogle that the coast was clear again for him to come down.
"Who would've known, Kupo, that you could use crystals to cast magic like that." The small moogle commented as he hovered down, checking something off on a list. "But don't you think we should head back soon- we have come quite a way out and we should get back before it starts to get too late."
"Don't be scared, Spencer. I can handle it."
#3 - 25th - 28th October: House A-02
A few days prior, Jessie had told him that he wouldn't last until November. At the time, Sephiroth had brushed it off, being only afflicted with the lightest of sniffles. The only reason he had gone to Jessie at all was due to the impossibility of him developing a cold in the first place, considering the return to his Mako-infused state and not to mention - Sephiroth had never fallen sick to the common cold in his life.
Oh how he rued that notion now. If anything, he was beginning to wonder if the Mako were heightening the virus that had him now bed bound and miserable.
Sephiroth couldn't move very much, or with very much strength at all without intense pain flaring up in all his joints. His nose was a faucet that couldn't turn off, and recently all of his sweat glands begun to act the same way as well; running a fever whilst wrapped up in two blankets and yet still shivering. What was a tickly cough now felt as if it were shredding his windpipe every time he erupted into an unannounced bout of coughing and though Sephiroth felt exhausted, he didn't dare allow sleep to take him.
Mako-gleaming green slitted eyes peered over the top of sheets pulled up right to his chin, at anyone who would dare to enter his room. He really should have considered that lock while he was still well, couldn't they all just leave him to die in peace?
Where/When: As titles below.
Summary: At first, there is nothing happening with Sephiroth. He has lost the ability to call forth on the power his Jobs granted him; still believing his weakness might be a sign of impending stasis, he has kept up his training regimen/study at the Library as if there is nothing wrong - but he hasn't been monster hunting; that would be suicide. Until the morning of 18th October, and it all shifts dramatically-
Warnings: Specifically in #3- Worsening exhaustion/flu-like symptoms leading to character death on 28th October
#1 - 18th October: House A-02 / Around Aqures Ixen
As if being dropped in a dream, eyes shot open as if he had hit a concrete floor. A sharp twitch along every cluster of nerves down Sephiroth's spine was so sudden it was almost painful. He lay there as still as possible and yet somewhat out of breath, unfocused vision picking out patterns on the ceiling that weren't really there. It was still dark, very early in the morning. He must have turned awkwardly in his sleep, it wouldn't surprise him at all - just something else to add to the near-constant aches and pains of some variation that had come to define his existence in Crystallis. No pain no gain.
If not for the dull humming of the flinch that didn't just fade away. Quite the opposite, it quickly blossomed outwards in every direction and carried an intense crackling of energy along with it. Like a high-adrenaline shot but so much more. His pulse began to race, there was an instant ringing in his ears and a bitter lump quickly formed in the back of his throat. Sephiroth forced himself to both swallow and blink as the Mako infused deeply within his entire being all lit up at once as if a switch was thrown on. It was all too much energy in one go and the noise of shock that he made was completely involuntary as his body was thrown into something of a rapid seizure. All muscles clenched and he crushed his eyes closed as it wracked his entire frame.
Minutes passed, but it felt like hours before Sephiroth looked around the room in the loudly humming afterglow. A light green, smoking outline danced along the edge of his skin as he pulled arms out of the covers and forced himself to get up. He could see Spencer across the room, still fast asleep in his drawer of a bed - completely oblivious. Mako- He thought as, still only in the shorts he slept in, Sephiroth shakily strode out onto the landing. His throat was intensely dry, a common side effect but nothing a tall glass of water wouldn't fix. As for the abundance of energy that danced through him, well, he wouldn't be going back to bed. He really should have been more aware of that top step though; the heavy sound of a body crashing down the stairs ripped through the early morning gloom of the house-
"Kupo!" The startled noise of a woken moogle followed.
Later, all equipped and more ready for anything than Sephiroth had felt since he arrived in Aqures he took the opportunity for an extended patrol around the Districts. All lethargy he felt was gone, all lingering aches from over training and even the recent sprain to his sword hand was as if it had never happened. No trace whatsoever of his early morning tumble. It was chillier out than recently, but it didn't bother him at all; pride swollen in his bearing once more and plain to see in how he carried himself. Whatever had ailed him, it was over now and he was returned to how he should be. This was how he could be a Hero.
It felt good, never mind the light tiredness which hung somewhere in the back of his mind, what could he expect from such a sudden rush.
#2 - 19th October: Aqurean Forest
Bodies of blackened, still-smoldering Ochu littered a small path of destruction towards a small clearing where Sephiroth fought off the remaining two of them. The ailments that they would usually cast were short lived indeed; sleep couldn't touch his energized state, and poison was countered immediately with Esuna - a magical haze of green obscuring Sephiroth from view momentarily when it was cast.
He smirked widely and cast his final two large fireballs outwards towards them. Thorny arms flailed and the monsters screeched as they fell limp. Good. His Fire materia hadn't depreciated at all for the months it had lain inactive. There was no sign at all of the armor his Jobs had required him to equip, only his signature silver and leather, as Sephiroth stepped out of his battle stance and turned back towards the tree that Spencer had opted to sit and watch up in; nodding once to the moogle that the coast was clear again for him to come down.
"Who would've known, Kupo, that you could use crystals to cast magic like that." The small moogle commented as he hovered down, checking something off on a list. "But don't you think we should head back soon- we have come quite a way out and we should get back before it starts to get too late."
"Don't be scared, Spencer. I can handle it."
#3 - 25th - 28th October: House A-02
A few days prior, Jessie had told him that he wouldn't last until November. At the time, Sephiroth had brushed it off, being only afflicted with the lightest of sniffles. The only reason he had gone to Jessie at all was due to the impossibility of him developing a cold in the first place, considering the return to his Mako-infused state and not to mention - Sephiroth had never fallen sick to the common cold in his life.
Oh how he rued that notion now. If anything, he was beginning to wonder if the Mako were heightening the virus that had him now bed bound and miserable.
Sephiroth couldn't move very much, or with very much strength at all without intense pain flaring up in all his joints. His nose was a faucet that couldn't turn off, and recently all of his sweat glands begun to act the same way as well; running a fever whilst wrapped up in two blankets and yet still shivering. What was a tickly cough now felt as if it were shredding his windpipe every time he erupted into an unannounced bout of coughing and though Sephiroth felt exhausted, he didn't dare allow sleep to take him.
Mako-gleaming green slitted eyes peered over the top of sheets pulled up right to his chin, at anyone who would dare to enter his room. He really should have considered that lock while he was still well, couldn't they all just leave him to die in peace?
#1
And then she shuffled backwards after a sharp intake of air. Dumbstruck somewhat, yet taking care not to show it, Sephiroth watched her and stepped one foot in front of the other towards her as she toppled back onto the pavement. Had he done something wrong?
It can't be. Can't be what? Clearly this girl wasn't feeling all that great but no one had reported any hallucinations. Then again, his own mako-rushed state had first produced the same as well. In a swish of leather and silver he moved forwards and crouched down in front of Tifa, looking over her for some tell tale sign of what might be wrong. She looked about as run down and tired out as anyone might with a cold-
"Are you OK?" He scolded himself for asking a question that seemed to have an obvious answer. "You should go home to rest."
Re: #1
"Don't.. Don't you come near me! Stay away! I-I'll fight if I.."
She struggles to stand, falling over backwards once more. If it were any other time to be tripping this way, she was sure she wouldn't hear the end of it. Right now, however, the last thing she can think of is being teased. Her fever feels as if it's going to boil, making her body feel overheated even when the crisp, autumn air was kissing her bare skin.
"Stay b-back!"
#1
Talk about taking a hint. Sephiroth knew that he shouldn't push someone to take his help if they wouldn't have it but- no one had ever refused his help like that. Period. Gleaming mako eyes blinked and followed her further retreat which resulted in an inevitable tumble backwards again.
He took a breath and stood back up then, though still with his head turned down in Tifa's direction. His conscience couldn't leave it, simply couldn't just walk away and so he took another step in her direction - this time extending his hand out for her to take.
"Come on. I'm not going to hurt you."
Re: #1
"Monster! How can you say that?! You.. You kill-.. ed.."
Her eyes become heavier, holding so much more than exhaustion as they begin to close shut. When the world fades from her vision, she slumps to one side as if all life had been robbed from her limbs. Her lifeless body crumbled to one side, folding over almost like an accordion before she lays out flat against the cold ground.
#1
But he startled, seeing her drop out of consciousness so suddenly like that. In fact, before she managed to slump entirely to the floor Sephiroth already had moved to catch her - the last thing she needed was concussion as well. He knelt there cradling the back of her shoulders with one arm and against his bent leg, while keenly looking down over the rest of her body.
Sephiroth cupped her cheek while the lifeless head lolled to one side away from him. Frowning, he checked her pulse and then rested the back of his leathered fingers across the top of her forehead. As if the slick state of her skin wasn't enough of an indication, she was burning up. A quick spell of Cure over her, made it obvious she was going to need more help than even his Restore Materia was able to fix.
"Lets get you out of here." He spoke more to himself than to Tifa, hoping that at least she were unconscious enough now not to push him away. Before proceeding to easily lift her dead weight and flick silver threads back out of his face as he set his balance right in order to carry her. Sephiroth had to get her to safety, and it would be best if she could get some help for her illness. The hospital was backtracking from where he had come but it wasn't in his nature at all to just leave her to suffer there on the street.
Re: #1
She's at the mercy of his intentions, unknowing as she slips further down the sickness-slope that she's being taken to the hospital. It was anyone's guess how much longer she had left, or if her illness was even treatable.