Cliff Fittir (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
aerialassault) wrote2014-06-02 05:22 pm
aerialassault) wrote2014-06-02 05:22 pm
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006 [Action/Audio]
[Action: Locked to Souji Okita]
[Consciousness crept upon him slowly, like a migraine. It slipped in through the window panels with the sun and stung his eyes, but for once Cliff did not want to awaken. He instead rolled over with a groan, burying his face under his arms and promising himself another ten minutes.
But a nagging sensation in the back of his mind kept sleep at bay. He knew in his gut that it was something important, something that was blue and white...
...Fayt.
His eyes snapped open as he crashed into the memories. The dogs and the cultists were all a blur, but the spear stood out in his mind. It was only when he sat up that he registered the not-entirely familiar surroundings and the warm body lying by his side.]
[Action: Locked to Fayt Leingod]
[He messed up, and there was no way to fix and forget about the mess that he had left for everyone to deal with in the battlefield that was once Zompania. It was afternoon by the time he returned to his apartment in the ground building, wearing a fresh set of denim jeans and a comfortable tee-- both of which fit because of some miracle. The dark shades he wore were new, as was he bag he carried by his side that contained the clothes he borrowed off of Souji and yet another set of loose white pants to add to his small collection.
Entering as quietly as he could manage, Cliff did a once-over of the apartment to make sure that things were still mostly as he left it. The Vac whirred and hummed patiently as it made a pass over the carpet, and Cliff found himself smiling.
At least that was still functioning.
After throwing his belongings into his room, he made for Fayt's. A quiet knock was the only warning he gave before he nudged the door open...]
[Audio: Open to All]
Yo. It's Cliff.
[It was dark by the time he reached for his journal, but he didn't care. There were plenty of other people that he wanted to see, but there was no way he could go visit them all in one day.
This was the next best thing.]
Can I get a headcount of who all's here and a tally on the damage? And, is the bar open?
[He'll be heading there later if he get's confirmation. For once, he plans to drink unil the damage doesn't look so bad.]
[Consciousness crept upon him slowly, like a migraine. It slipped in through the window panels with the sun and stung his eyes, but for once Cliff did not want to awaken. He instead rolled over with a groan, burying his face under his arms and promising himself another ten minutes.
But a nagging sensation in the back of his mind kept sleep at bay. He knew in his gut that it was something important, something that was blue and white...
...Fayt.
His eyes snapped open as he crashed into the memories. The dogs and the cultists were all a blur, but the spear stood out in his mind. It was only when he sat up that he registered the not-entirely familiar surroundings and the warm body lying by his side.]
[Action: Locked to Fayt Leingod]
[He messed up, and there was no way to fix and forget about the mess that he had left for everyone to deal with in the battlefield that was once Zompania. It was afternoon by the time he returned to his apartment in the ground building, wearing a fresh set of denim jeans and a comfortable tee-- both of which fit because of some miracle. The dark shades he wore were new, as was he bag he carried by his side that contained the clothes he borrowed off of Souji and yet another set of loose white pants to add to his small collection.
Entering as quietly as he could manage, Cliff did a once-over of the apartment to make sure that things were still mostly as he left it. The Vac whirred and hummed patiently as it made a pass over the carpet, and Cliff found himself smiling.
At least that was still functioning.
After throwing his belongings into his room, he made for Fayt's. A quiet knock was the only warning he gave before he nudged the door open...]
[Audio: Open to All]
Yo. It's Cliff.
[It was dark by the time he reached for his journal, but he didn't care. There were plenty of other people that he wanted to see, but there was no way he could go visit them all in one day.
This was the next best thing.]
Can I get a headcount of who all's here and a tally on the damage? And, is the bar open?
[He'll be heading there later if he get's confirmation. For once, he plans to drink unil the damage doesn't look so bad.]
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Isn't that what I should be saying to you?
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I'll be fine, [he said, though his own tone had grown tense underneath the lightness that he tried to cultivate.] This'll be a frustrating season, but we'll manage. We've dealt with worse, haven't we?
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He hugs Cliff a little tighter, because really, he feels like Cliff needs it just as much right now.]
We'll get through it though. We always do.
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Cliff mimicked the gesture, lips quirking into a wry smile.]
I know. And, yanno, it's strange being on the other side of this advice thing. That's gonna take a little getting used to...but, we'll do it.
It's just patience, right?
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Well get used to it. I'm allowed to worry about you too, you know. [He pats Cliff's back before pulling away slightly to look him in the eye at his phrasing.]
Patience?
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Yeah. Patience with eachother. We're both gonna need to learn to do a few things different, and I've got a hunch that Vegeta's gonna come after me too.
...I think our vacation's over, kid.
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They needed to work on shaping up for it.] I hate to say it, but I don't think it's going to get less brutal out there in the future. We need to be prepared.
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[Again, that word.]
I've got a few things to figure out on my end...and, I dunno. Diversifying might be a good idea at this point. Without Nel, we've gotta be a lot more careful than we are.
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You're right though. For one thing, I need to work on my Symbology more than ever.
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[It would be a helluva thing for a guy like him to accomplish, too.
But jokes would come later-- he took off the shades and looked at Fayt, tried to focus around blur that was distorting everything.
He sighed.]
Yeah, patience. Ya see...whatever it is that makes this world word decided to screw with how I see things. It's gonna be a pain till I figure a way to work with it.
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[He leans over a little on his hands, trying to get a good look at his eyes.]
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I can still see, but the focus is off and the sun's way to bright to be comfy. Seems to all be on the one side...but, it's hard to say right now.
...That's what I mean by patience. This is gonna be an annoying several months.
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It isn't as bad as it could be, he knows, but the knowledge that Cliff was now going to be more vulnerable in a fight is heavy in his mind. Damn...] Yeah, that's going to be a pain. Too bad we don't have an eye doctor here.
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[He sighed.]
It's a no-win. You and I will both need to adjust.
[Because, as loathe as he was to admit it, he was going to need someone at his back now more than ever before.]
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And yeah, no matter what you decide to do, we're both going to need to up our game.
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Contacts ain't such a bad idea....if whatever makes this place run will let 'em work.
[Emphasis was placed on the 'if' when he spoke, because there was no way any of them could predict how the shifts worked and what the residents of this world could do to have any affect on them.]
But you're right. It doesn't matter if it's contacts or glasses or shades or whatever else we come up with-- I know I'm not gonna let something like that happen again. Once...
Heh. Once is more than enough.