#cloudyfenrir

[azure-steel]

@cloudyfenrir asked: After a certain incident in the Gongaga Reactor, Rain had become privy to Cloud seemingly forgetting who he is; feeling as though he isn't there or far away from everybody.

While Rain didn't know that specific feeling, he did know that having something physical to do helps one stay focused -- It's why he does whittling when he's stressed.

Spotting that same vacant stare he had on the Corel Bridge, Rain sees to it that he brings his brother back to shore.

"Cloud." Rain snaps his fingers to get his attention, when mako-tinted eyes meet blue, he places a block of wood and a switchblade in Cloud's hands.

"Can you do five cuts on this corner for me? Count 'em out loud."

It was getting worse.

This sense of drifting along on a current too strong to swim against, yet when the fog would crawl in and cast the world into the shroud it was all Cloud could do to put one foot in front of the other. When these moments would wrench him out of the reality he thought he knew and into this strange dizzying limbo where he could barely even see his own hand in front of his face, the trance-like state was probably the best anyone could really hope for.

Odin forbid that he would lose himself again like he had at the reactor; that utterly helpless feeling was not likely to leave him anytime soon; just standing there, next to his own body committing such carnage while he screamed and cried for it to stop and unable to do anything than watch it all unfold. In fact he remembered it as though it had happened only moments ago, and the guilt was insurmountable. More mistakes to hang on the figurative noose choking him around the throat.

A detail he had omitted from his confession to Rain not so long ago. He didn't need to know any of that. No one needed to know. Cloud wouldn't let it happen again, he had a handle on it. He did. HE DID!

Today was one of those days however; lost in the fog, unable to navigate the proverbial landscape of his own psyche, at least until the rapid click of fingers would rouse him from his current stupor.

Sluggishly did he turn to face his twin, eyes unfocused initially and flickering about the other's face as though he failed to recognise him at all in those few seconds before the wood and the knife was thrust into his hands.

"Rain..." interrupted before he could even murmur an excuse not to take part in his brother's game, his head wasn't in it at all, but Cloud doesn't argue, he hasn't the mental capacity to do so. So with a heavy, and passively aggrieved sigh, he just follows the instruction, scraping that knife along the corner of the block watching as the curls of wood fall to the floor.

"One... two... three... four... five..." his tone is droll, distant but Rain would be able to see the clarity returning to his eyes with each passing stroke, even if Cloud couldn't truly appreciate it in that moment. But after he's done, he tries to hand the knife and the block back, expression still a touch vacant around the edges.

"Are we done?"

Sometimes these things take time and the gift of patience and perseverance.

[phoenixfiiire]

@cloudyfenrir

"Do you feel well enough to maybe go for a walk today?" He wasn't trying to be pushy, but sometimes he couldn't help but feel antsy being stuck inside the run-down hut they had managed to claim.

Besides, maybe some fresh air would do Cloud some good? Well... as fresh as it could get down in the slums.

[sacredflorist]

Aerith has gotten outside of Kalm's inn. It's still very early in the morning, but she can't sleep anymore. There are still so many things they don't know, and so many things to do. It,s only the beginning of their journey, and Sephiroth already seems to have a great advance on them. How will they change that ?

When she notices Cloud approaching, she offers him a smile. "Already awake, mmh ? It's early!" she teases, letting a chuckle escape her mouth. "Want to go for a walk ? Just a bit ?" Tifa said Cloud wasn't in Nibelheim 5 years ago. If Tifa can't make him talk, Aerith knows she can't either. And yet... she wants to try, somehow.

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[enemiesofinnocence]

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He didn't know how long he'd been here... all the days merged into one ugly instance, though no less ugly than his time spent in that awful laboratory.

Important to take things one step at a time, but where exactly was he supposed to start while slowly starving to death or dying of exposure were his only feasible options?

At least the sound of the trains coming into this place was a touch soothing, a reminder of something vaguely familiar at least. This place was so foreign, and the smell was worse...

Khum'a pulled the blanket a little tighter around himself then as yet another throng of people padded their way onto the station platform.

He just wants to go home.

[captainseamech]

@cloudyfenrir

"They're alright, they just kinda look and taste like plastic? But they're alright."

".... how would ye know how plastic tastes like?"

[nanakithewarrior]

😥 - Trip and fall right on top of my muse

Embarrassing Starters || Always Accepting~

It wasn't like Cloud was particularly heavy for his standards. Nanaki was strong for an animal his own size, that much he'd been able to demonstrate back in Midgar when he'd carried the mercenary to safety all on his own. Sword and everything. His back could handle it.

What got him though was the surprise. One moment they were calmly proceeding along their journey, passing through an unremarkable patch of trees between the mountains... and the next, he had a mass of blond human dropping face-first on top of him. Nanaki's paws did not react on time, and his claws failed to find purchase, causing his four legs to slip and spread wise until his face and stomach were communing with the Planet in a much uncomfortable way. He could feel dirt clinging to the tips of his canines when his nose curled up.

Snorting, disgruntled, the Watcher pushed his head up to glare a yellow eye over the shoulder. "Snorting, disgruntled, the Watcher pushed his head up to glare a yellow eye over the shoulder.

"You know," He grumbled. "With half the feet to worry about where you put them, you'd think a human would have half the trouble keeping his balance."

[dxnzelstrife]

"Toast and saltine crackers sound pretty good...I guess." He mused as he shift to his side to face Cloud. "But I think you're gonna have to make like...the whole bag of bread maybe." Denzel offered the blond a small smile hoping that the other knew he was partially joking back.

Thankfully, he didn't feel like throwing up. It was more along the lines of a bad sore throat and a bit of a sensitive stomach. Things were going around the school and it was only a matter of time that the boy got it like most kids and compared to Geostigma this was a walk in the park.

"Can it have butter?" The boy hoped it could at least have some semblance of flavoring because who in the world would just eat plain toast? It almost sounded like some form of a punishment instead of a soothing remedy. Denzel slowly sat up as he spoke wondering if he should help Cloud given how things could happen in the kitchen itself. "Actually...can I help you make it if that's okay or watch?"

@cloudyfenrir

[starlightiing]

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@cloudyfenrir

Daremo! My love, my darling, my sweet baby.

We've known eachother and been friends for such a long time now and I genuinely cherish every minute we spend together. From day one, even back when we were both a bit shy to speak to each other, I knew you were a good one.

This was another 'came for the cardiophilia, stayed for the YOU' type deals. I mean, technically we met roleplaying in the FFVII community, but the cardio stuff was an added bonus!!! And then getting to know you, the FUNNIEST PERSON ON EARTH, the most darling person on earth, was both an added bonus and the hidden treasure all along.

You are an amazing friend that I am honored to have, and to have had for many years now. And many, many years into the future as well. Genuinely, I see you pop up anywhere and I get such a warm and cozy feeling in my chest. I would protect you with my whole ass entire life and I would do probably literally anything for you. I'm not always the best at keeping up constant contact on the day to day, but do know that I think about you all the time and I'm so so so happy you're here.

I'm also so happy you were open and willing to get into F1 so you could stay in the same fandom with me, and make friends with some of my friends, and have a little community here for you as well.

Big big love to one of my bestestest friends. You know I love you, and I will not ever stop <333

[amcryllis]

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She spares a quick glance for the 'little' thing they'd taken down — they'd handled bigger! — but puts all her energy into that begging little face of hers. All these jobs were all well and good, but she was free from Midgar! She wanted to explore, to have fun, and what place was better than the Gold Saucer?

When Cloud agrees, Aerith's face erupts into a big grin and she darts over, grabbing his arm and hugging it tight as a big thank you for relenting to her wishes. The small clause on it is fine with her, and after a moment she releases him and points in the general ahead direction with determination.

"Let's get that Gil, then!" She announces, turning back to Cloud and egging him on to follow her. She wasn't sure if she was going the right way, but she was full of vigour.

[valiantseeker]

"I saw in your files that you're also from Nibelheim." Locke isn't even sure of why he's telling Cloud this; he doubts the other will be interested in talking to him. Why does he pretend he's a former SOLDIER, though ? It's so weird. "I'm sorry for what happened with Sephiroth. I want to fight him, too."

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[scorching-passion]

@cloudyfenrir asked: As a means to try and keep himself in the present with these strange mental disappearances he keeps having, Cloud has taken up whittling. Not particularly paying attention to a certain red bike pulling up beside him, Cloud continues carving until he's finished what appears to be a fox, his cuts are rough but the shape is definitely there. Unsure of how else to offer it up to the SOLDIER Cloud sets the fox on his bike, at least it can stand up on it's own. Random Asks - ALWAYS ACCEPTING

Joining this group of misfits and outlaws had certainly not been on Roche's agenda, though it could be said that stranger things happen at sea... or overseas considering current locations and climates. The dry heat of Cosmo Canyon wasn't agreeing with his complexion in any case.

Still, were it not for a certain yellow haired doppelganger and his ailments Roche would no doubt still be writhing beneath the heavy weight of ShinRa's proverbial thumb. Amusing really, how freedom did indeed come with an exuberant price above ones head. Very little doubts that the company was out to hunt him down as a deserter, him and this little band of tearaways.

The former Third wouldn't change his circumstances for all the tea in Wutai, it had to be said. There was something rather joyful about tearing pathways for brightly coloured chocobo in the sands of the Vale. Cloud Strife was eating his dust, in a literal sense it would seem, while his brother would supposedly find more solace from the corruption of his airways seated upon Sleipnir's pillion.

Today, however had been deemed a day of rest from their unlikely leader, whom Roche found in the place in which he'd left him at their current encampment high in the crags; seated upon a single jut of rock and scratching feverishly at the lump of wood he'd had since that morning. The boy was anxious, that much was obvious even to the untrained eye, perhaps for the other parts of his person who resided within the shelter of the tents, his already injured throat ripped raw by the grit known to blow about the plains.

He killed Sleipnir's engine before opening his mouth to speak, and was yet interrupted by the offering Cloud placed upon the broad case of the chassis. Rough around the edges and yet so detailed all the same, Roche would be stunned into an aspired silence as he plucked the little fox from the bike's body, turning it over in his hands.

There was something so very endearing about the wooden sculpture; one of a kind, handmade in a time of hardship and worry, a treasure whittled to such a delicate finish by the fingers of a man who once cleaved an entire motorcycle in two with little more than a single swing of his sword.

"A man of many talents, hm~? A smile and not a single caustic tone to be heard before he's carefully setting that wooden fox back onto the Sleipnir's chassis.

"I have offerings of my own! The foragers quest was bountiful this glorious morn!" Boasting out of the way he would unhook the over stuffed pouch from his belt and toss to land at Cloud's feet, smile widening, maddeningly so as he leaned dramatically close to the blond sat before him still.

"It's time to cook, my friend~!"

[azure-steel]

@cloudyfenrir

And of course Rain just had to chime in. For someone with a duff throat he sure liked to have the final say in almost any discussion ever had ever...

It was with an exasperated roll of his eyes that Cloud responded, perhaps a little sharper than he originally intended, but this was his brother who he was talking to.

"Well I know you ain't considering you have the business acumen of a crayon."

[phoenixfiiire]

@cloudyfenrir replied to your post “"Would it be scarier to be disemboweled or...”:

"Can you like... explain what in the hell you mean?"

​"If it just added to your bowels instead of taking them out. Like yeah getting disemboweled sounds really bad but what if you just had... more put there."

"Where would it even go? There wouldn't be any room."

[sacredflorist]

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[cryogenicmuses]

starter for @cloudyfenrir // with Derek

"Look, I need you to hold still, okay?" Derek was pressing his hands over the wound in Cloud's leg, looking over to his assistant. "Angie, gauze please!" Once Angie handed him the gauze, the surgeon was struggling to keep him still and try and stem the bleeding.

"If you don't hold still then I can't take a proper look at how bad this gash is. And Commander Rhapsodos will have my head for this--!"

[valiisthea]

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@cloudyfenrir // @ignitedshield

MY DARLING. Listen, you are fucking FANTASTIC. You are one of the funniest people I know, hands down. You are so genuine, so caring, so sweet... you've been here for me through some of the scariest shit of my life (more than a handful of times!), and through some of the most fun of my life! Years and years of friendship and I just want MORE MORE MORE because I'm a greedy bastard. I love the ever loving shit out of you, I hope you know. You're one of my favorite people on this planet. I'd do anything for you, and hopefully I can one day repay all of the kindness and love you've shown me over the course of our friendship. You are the best!