[ Déjà vu; Closed]
Who: Cloud Strife (memoriesclouded) and Kadaj (adventlead); Sephiroth (withoutawing).
Where: somewhere outside.
When: July 6, night
Rating: PG-13 for violence and inevitable blood.
Summary: Takes place after this.
the log:
Sword, check. Materia, check. Pity he hadn't had any potions on him right now.
Summer was the perfect weather for a fight. And it had to be night, yes? When his vision still wasn't up-to-par, while Kadaj could see perfectly. Cloud slammed the door harder than necessary on his way out. That had been rash. Too rash. But he supposed he had fought against greater odds, and so far he had walked out of his battles alive and...mostly hale.
Zack would kill him, of course. After Cloud himself had told Zack fighting Kadaj was crazy. Maybe he was still crazy...just a little. Crazy enough to take on Kadaj.
And Kadaj was not Sephiroth. The former was far more reckless, and that was where he would slip-up.
He reached a hand up to snag at his hair in annoyance that was directed at himself. He was going to get out of this. Wasting his life--he had already done that before, he wouldn't do it again.
Footsteps. He was here. Thank goodness his hearing wasn't failing him.
Cloud didn't turn around. "I'm not planning to die today, sorry," he said flatly, sword at his side.
"...don't plan on killing you, either."
Where: somewhere outside.
When: July 6, night
Rating: PG-13 for violence and inevitable blood.
Summary: Takes place after this.
the log:
Sword, check. Materia, check. Pity he hadn't had any potions on him right now.
Summer was the perfect weather for a fight. And it had to be night, yes? When his vision still wasn't up-to-par, while Kadaj could see perfectly. Cloud slammed the door harder than necessary on his way out. That had been rash. Too rash. But he supposed he had fought against greater odds, and so far he had walked out of his battles alive and...mostly hale.
Zack would kill him, of course. After Cloud himself had told Zack fighting Kadaj was crazy. Maybe he was still crazy...just a little. Crazy enough to take on Kadaj.
And Kadaj was not Sephiroth. The former was far more reckless, and that was where he would slip-up.
He reached a hand up to snag at his hair in annoyance that was directed at himself. He was going to get out of this. Wasting his life--he had already done that before, he wouldn't do it again.
Footsteps. He was here. Thank goodness his hearing wasn't failing him.
Cloud didn't turn around. "I'm not planning to die today, sorry," he said flatly, sword at his side.
"...don't plan on killing you, either."