Angeal is given a hell of a show whenever the intellect devourer he's locked in combat with finally explodes into a psionic shockwave. The memories it holds are...Jarring to say the very least.
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"It's really comin' down, huh?" Cloud murmurs, looking out the back of the ShinRa transport he is riding along in. Across the way from him are two helmetted cadets, one of which he kneels down by to check on. The moment he gets close enough to the cadet's face, the memory flashes, twists, takes on a strange, mako-infused hue. Everything moves as though a videotape, skipping: "Hey man, feelin' any better?"
"I'm good..." The boy responds, with Cloud's exact same voice.
"Sure don't look it." He stands back up, posture...Pointedly different from what Angeal probably has ever seen from Cloud Strife. In fact, all of his movements and mannerisms, even down to his facial expressions and the way he interacts with the Buster Sword on his back, will likely be familiar in a very different way. "Wish I could help, but never been motion sick. Sorry, man."
He pats the shoulder of another recruit, attempting to raise his spirits. "Ready to do this?"
"Yeah, you bet."
Then he's pacing around the small space in the vehicle like an impatient puppy, finally opting to busy himself with doing squats.
The scene shifts, or rather lurches sickeningly, the image blurring and contorting and reforming into the next one as mako-colored static flickers on and on and on. Multiple short things play out in confusing succession.
"It's just one photo, c'mon, where's the harm in that?" Cloud says with a pleading smile, stopping short in front of Sephiroth. The First sighs, and acquiesces, leaving the blond practically bouncing in place trying to arrange himself in the right spot. Tifa, in a very fascinating choice of clothes, is by his side, watching with a smile of her own. A faceless, helmeted cadet waits lagging behind the group, seemingly standing vigil, shoulders slumped. More static, more lurching.
That seemingly same recruit, with Cloud's voice, shouts for Tifa to follow him to the exit of an old warehouse. In front of Cloud and Sephiroth, a terrible monster descends from on high with a deep roar. "You said you wanted to be a hero," Sephiroth comments, to which Cloud gives a wide eyed, almost smile whilst drawing the buster sword. "Wish I hadn't!"
Then, the image is swallowed by flames, which part to show Cloud facing off with Sephiroth within the Nibelheim reactor.
The final words Angeal hears before everything fades out are from Cloud.
"You killed my mom! You killed Tifa! My village- my home! I believed in you...No. Not you- whoever the hell you are!!!"
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Back in the reality of the outskirts of Town, Cloud is not too far away from Angeal, finishing off his own small pack of intellect devourers. He assumes the First is doing just fine, meaning he only notices him stunned in place after the foes are dispatched and he bothers to look back. Dammit-
"Hey," the blond calls out, jogging over to wave an arm in front of Angeal's face. "You okay?"
[Angeal] Vertigo
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"It's really comin' down, huh?" Cloud murmurs, looking out the back of the ShinRa transport he is riding along in. Across the way from him are two helmetted cadets, one of which he kneels down by to check on. The moment he gets close enough to the cadet's face, the memory flashes, twists, takes on a strange, mako-infused hue. Everything moves as though a videotape, skipping: "Hey man, feelin' any better?"
"I'm good..." The boy responds, with Cloud's exact same voice.
"Sure don't look it." He stands back up, posture...Pointedly different from what Angeal probably has ever seen from Cloud Strife. In fact, all of his movements and mannerisms, even down to his facial expressions and the way he interacts with the Buster Sword on his back, will likely be familiar in a very different way. "Wish I could help, but never been motion sick. Sorry, man."
He pats the shoulder of another recruit, attempting to raise his spirits. "Ready to do this?"
"Yeah, you bet."
Then he's pacing around the small space in the vehicle like an impatient puppy, finally opting to busy himself with doing squats.
The scene shifts, or rather lurches sickeningly, the image blurring and contorting and reforming into the next one as mako-colored static flickers on and on and on. Multiple short things play out in confusing succession.
"It's just one photo, c'mon, where's the harm in that?" Cloud says with a pleading smile, stopping short in front of Sephiroth. The First sighs, and acquiesces, leaving the blond practically bouncing in place trying to arrange himself in the right spot. Tifa, in a very fascinating choice of clothes, is by his side, watching with a smile of her own. A faceless, helmeted cadet waits lagging behind the group, seemingly standing vigil, shoulders slumped. More static, more lurching.
That seemingly same recruit, with Cloud's voice, shouts for Tifa to follow him to the exit of an old warehouse. In front of Cloud and Sephiroth, a terrible monster descends from on high with a deep roar. "You said you wanted to be a hero," Sephiroth comments, to which Cloud gives a wide eyed, almost smile whilst drawing the buster sword. "Wish I hadn't!"
Mid combat, Sephiroth gazes at Cloud, brows quirked. "You're practically panting."
"I'm excited," said with a bright, goofy grin.
"...Such a puppy."
Then, the image is swallowed by flames, which part to show Cloud facing off with Sephiroth within the Nibelheim reactor.
The final words Angeal hears before everything fades out are from Cloud.
"You killed my mom! You killed Tifa! My village- my home! I believed in you...No. Not you- whoever the hell you are!!!"
---
Back in the reality of the outskirts of Town, Cloud is not too far away from Angeal, finishing off his own small pack of intellect devourers. He assumes the First is doing just fine, meaning he only notices him stunned in place after the foes are dispatched and he bothers to look back. Dammit-
"Hey," the blond calls out, jogging over to wave an arm in front of Angeal's face. "You okay?"