Sector 4, Midgar - 7:15 AM
Who: Vincent Valentine
Status: Closed
When: 7:15 AM
Where: Reeve's studio apartment, then out.
What: Vincent wakes up in the drowsy state that comes with severe bloodloss and gets ready for another 'exciting' day.
Vincent had slept in. It was a rare occurance, one that tended to happen only in Kalm. Granted, he had some reason for his longevity in rest - one didn't fight a lifestream tinted dragon, fall a few stories, and land on his side without consequences - but it was still something that never suited him. By the time he did wake - sprawled across the bed much more like a drunken sailor than an injured gunner, the feel of a rough tongue licking the sole of his left foot - the sun had risen over the horizon, as it did every morning. He shifted drowsily, pulling his leg up and away from the tongue, grunting at the mewl it caused. He propped himself on his elbows, glancing back to see Nefertiti gazing at him, tail waving from side to side lazily. The feline stretched before padding across the bed and onto his back, curling up on the curve of his lower back. A pause before he emitted another grunt, looking to the bedside table and checking the time.
Vincent moved until Nefertiti slid off of his back, getting out of bed. His wounds were still tender, but a majority had healed over night. He tested movement in his right arm, satisfied to find that the small fracture had been for the most part mended and wasn't in danger of worsening. Another gaze around the room, and he was surprised to see his items on the edge of the bed, torn clothes folded up and the holster with Cerberus secured inside laying on the pile. He left the pile alone for now - the pants would have to be tossed, bloodied and torn as they were - instead ignoring Nefertiti's meows as he exited the bedroom. He walked directly to the kitchen, finding a small note resting on the island next to a plate of food.
Help yourself to whatever you need. Gone to HQ.
Reeve
Didn't mind if he did, given permission. After scarfing down the plate of bacon and eggs as well as two glasses of orange juice, he placed the cleaned ware in the sink and returned to the bedroom. He opened the door to the closet, removing the house robe and hanging it up as well as retrieving a black pair of slacks he found near the back. Reeve had said to help himself, and Vincent would return what he borrowed after cleaning them. He grabbed a roll of gauze from the bathroom's first aid kit, wrapping a piece around his stiched thigh and tieing it off to prevent it from catching onto anything. He slid into the pants - a bit loose around the waist and short in the leg, but that was remedied by his belts and tucking his pants into his boots. He wasn't looking for perfection, just coverage for the walk back to his apartment. Vincent removed the splint that had been attached to his previously fractured arm, leaving the taping on his ribs as he reoutfitted his shirt. His cloak soon followed, then his holster, sliding it to the left side of his body as to not put too much added weight on his right leg.
Perhaps it was too early to go to Seventh Heaven and... see this Aerith, and this other ressurected person. Ressurected by Cloud's assumption - could be anything from clones to imposters, but the latter was thrown out of the question. Cloud wouldn't be misled by imposters. Even if it ended up being a clone, he had to make certain. If they really were brought back from the lifestream... that would mean something was amiss. If they could come back, who else could? His family? Hojo?
His jaw clenched at the thought.
Vincent gathered his torn leather pants, throwing it across his prosthetic arm and giving a glance around to ensure he hadn't left anything before leaving the bedroom. He paused by the kitchen, leaving his own note of what he had borrowed and his thanks. Walking past a hissing Bastet, he had reached the elevator that would bring him down to the garage before he noticed a series of crumpled up papers by the trash bin. Normally this would be ignored, but he could see The Broken Edge printed, if warped by being folded so roughly. He grabbed the newspaper, uncreasing it and smoothing it against the arm of a couch. An attack on Junon... there would be more about it on the news, perhaps, which he would check when he got back to his residence. Terror in the slums - that dragon? - and then... He frowned, flipping onto the second page and glimpsing through the letter Rufus Shinra had written.
He couldn't say he was so much surprised. He had known something like this would come eventually, but so quickly? Carefree days were over, not that they had been in much abundance to begin with. Vincent neatly folded the papers back up and returned them to the trash.
It really wasn't his concern. The return of Aerith was in the forefront of his mind - though there was the smallest of inklings that these events would end up being connected in some way. Still rather drowsy, although the food had lifted him some what, he didn't give it much further thought, instead pressing the button to call the elevator.
It dinged open, and he stepped inside.
Status: Closed
When: 7:15 AM
Where: Reeve's studio apartment, then out.
What: Vincent wakes up in the drowsy state that comes with severe bloodloss and gets ready for another 'exciting' day.
Vincent had slept in. It was a rare occurance, one that tended to happen only in Kalm. Granted, he had some reason for his longevity in rest - one didn't fight a lifestream tinted dragon, fall a few stories, and land on his side without consequences - but it was still something that never suited him. By the time he did wake - sprawled across the bed much more like a drunken sailor than an injured gunner, the feel of a rough tongue licking the sole of his left foot - the sun had risen over the horizon, as it did every morning. He shifted drowsily, pulling his leg up and away from the tongue, grunting at the mewl it caused. He propped himself on his elbows, glancing back to see Nefertiti gazing at him, tail waving from side to side lazily. The feline stretched before padding across the bed and onto his back, curling up on the curve of his lower back. A pause before he emitted another grunt, looking to the bedside table and checking the time.
Vincent moved until Nefertiti slid off of his back, getting out of bed. His wounds were still tender, but a majority had healed over night. He tested movement in his right arm, satisfied to find that the small fracture had been for the most part mended and wasn't in danger of worsening. Another gaze around the room, and he was surprised to see his items on the edge of the bed, torn clothes folded up and the holster with Cerberus secured inside laying on the pile. He left the pile alone for now - the pants would have to be tossed, bloodied and torn as they were - instead ignoring Nefertiti's meows as he exited the bedroom. He walked directly to the kitchen, finding a small note resting on the island next to a plate of food.
Help yourself to whatever you need. Gone to HQ.
Reeve
Didn't mind if he did, given permission. After scarfing down the plate of bacon and eggs as well as two glasses of orange juice, he placed the cleaned ware in the sink and returned to the bedroom. He opened the door to the closet, removing the house robe and hanging it up as well as retrieving a black pair of slacks he found near the back. Reeve had said to help himself, and Vincent would return what he borrowed after cleaning them. He grabbed a roll of gauze from the bathroom's first aid kit, wrapping a piece around his stiched thigh and tieing it off to prevent it from catching onto anything. He slid into the pants - a bit loose around the waist and short in the leg, but that was remedied by his belts and tucking his pants into his boots. He wasn't looking for perfection, just coverage for the walk back to his apartment. Vincent removed the splint that had been attached to his previously fractured arm, leaving the taping on his ribs as he reoutfitted his shirt. His cloak soon followed, then his holster, sliding it to the left side of his body as to not put too much added weight on his right leg.
Perhaps it was too early to go to Seventh Heaven and... see this Aerith, and this other ressurected person. Ressurected by Cloud's assumption - could be anything from clones to imposters, but the latter was thrown out of the question. Cloud wouldn't be misled by imposters. Even if it ended up being a clone, he had to make certain. If they really were brought back from the lifestream... that would mean something was amiss. If they could come back, who else could? His family? Hojo?
His jaw clenched at the thought.
Vincent gathered his torn leather pants, throwing it across his prosthetic arm and giving a glance around to ensure he hadn't left anything before leaving the bedroom. He paused by the kitchen, leaving his own note of what he had borrowed and his thanks. Walking past a hissing Bastet, he had reached the elevator that would bring him down to the garage before he noticed a series of crumpled up papers by the trash bin. Normally this would be ignored, but he could see The Broken Edge printed, if warped by being folded so roughly. He grabbed the newspaper, uncreasing it and smoothing it against the arm of a couch. An attack on Junon... there would be more about it on the news, perhaps, which he would check when he got back to his residence. Terror in the slums - that dragon? - and then... He frowned, flipping onto the second page and glimpsing through the letter Rufus Shinra had written.
He couldn't say he was so much surprised. He had known something like this would come eventually, but so quickly? Carefree days were over, not that they had been in much abundance to begin with. Vincent neatly folded the papers back up and returned them to the trash.
It really wasn't his concern. The return of Aerith was in the forefront of his mind - though there was the smallest of inklings that these events would end up being connected in some way. Still rather drowsy, although the food had lifted him some what, he didn't give it much further thought, instead pressing the button to call the elevator.
It dinged open, and he stepped inside.