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timeandtides_backup2010-02-27 10:11 pm
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Things Are Never What We Want Them To Be
Characters: Everyone under the Strife-Lockhart roof.
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Cloud and Tifa have a few choice words for each other
Location: Lindblum
Date: February 1804
Warnings: Screaming, shouting, angst, drama, ohhhh the drama!
[OOC: Cloud and Tifa will have their own thread, the rest of you are welcome to react in a subthread.]
Cloud was feeling pretty unwell after his trip to Wutai. He'd stuck around to check on things in the city and see just what could've caused Sephiroth to get his wing, but all he'd found was that the longer he stayed there the worse he'd started to feel. It had began as a stomach ache but by the time he'd left he was actually throwing up at times. He didn't know what it was but once he set foot in Lindblum, and off the airship, he felt increasingly better. He was still as pale as ever, of course, but at least he didn't feel like he was going to be sick every few minutes.
Stepping through the front door, Cloud headed upstairs right away, not bothering to speak to anyone as he made his way to the bedroom. He was in for a world of hell from Tifa, if she was home. He had his reasons though, and he'd stick by them. The kids had been safe with Firion and Cid, he wasn't going to leave them alone... but he didn't think she'd see it his way.
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Cloud and Tifa have a few choice words for each other
Location: Lindblum
Date: February 1804
Warnings: Screaming, shouting, angst, drama, ohhhh the drama!
[OOC: Cloud and Tifa will have their own thread, the rest of you are welcome to react in a subthread.]
Cloud was feeling pretty unwell after his trip to Wutai. He'd stuck around to check on things in the city and see just what could've caused Sephiroth to get his wing, but all he'd found was that the longer he stayed there the worse he'd started to feel. It had began as a stomach ache but by the time he'd left he was actually throwing up at times. He didn't know what it was but once he set foot in Lindblum, and off the airship, he felt increasingly better. He was still as pale as ever, of course, but at least he didn't feel like he was going to be sick every few minutes.
Stepping through the front door, Cloud headed upstairs right away, not bothering to speak to anyone as he made his way to the bedroom. He was in for a world of hell from Tifa, if she was home. He had his reasons though, and he'd stick by them. The kids had been safe with Firion and Cid, he wasn't going to leave them alone... but he didn't think she'd see it his way.
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Turning back, Cloud made his way through to the front door, snatching the Buster Sword off the wall and slamming it against the First Tsurugi, the blades crossed on his back. They were insanely heavy but he could manage them with relative ease. Thanks to the mako.
Heading out, he slipped his sunglasses on and took a slow breath in to try to calm himself down just a little bit.
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It was all incredibly awkward.
But without a way to really say no right now and he definitely didn't want Cloud going off on his own (no, not because he thought Cloud couldn't take care of himself or anything, but because he was a friend in need), so he gathered his belongings, murmured a small apology to Tifa as he walked out, and shut the door quietly.