Reeve had been doing his best this morning. He'd actually managed a decent amount of sleep in the night, had gotten at a reasonable hour, even managed to start to join the others at the Southern Farm area in breakfast prep when it had happened. When he was suddenly here. In a strange place, but he doesn't have much time to process that. Only for a brief moment he's aware of other people there before it happens. Before...
It starts with lights coming up around the edges of the room. Eight lights, each one on a pillar that stood along the round walls of the room, and below them a spoke of warm golden carpets to match the lights. They led to the middle of eight different wedges, each themselves lighted, those of the green-blue light of mako. They and the golden lights of the room worked together to reveal a large model of a city. Of Midgar. And at the point of a large structure labeled ‘05’ was a door that had opened.
A door in which stood a man, Reeve Tuesti, his suit coat discarded and his tie loosened. His hands were shaking as he moved deeper into the room, moving until he came to the edge of the model, his hands bracing against the wall of it. His breath was was coming a bit hard, strained. Pupils dilated with strain, body trembling, none of the composure common to the man. No, if you knew the signs it would be clear that this was a panic attack. His eyes darted quickly toward a place further along the oversized model. Toward the section between the 07 and the 08 protrusions. The Sector Seven plate.
The man’s grip tenses on the wall before he moves to the section. As with everywhere else there is a mass of small buildings and structures throughout it, a replica of the city outside of the tower. A flawless one.
Except for one thing.
Light flared from a metal band at his wrist, set with marble-like stones, and as he struck his fist against the edge of the wedge in question the spell unleashed with a flash of light. The model trembled with the Quake spell, localized in a way that only a master could manage. With the blow cracks formed along the structure of the model, ragged and uneven. From there his fist hit the wedge again, and again, and again. Hitting until a large chunk of the model falls out. From there he tears at it, doesn’t notice the blood on his hands as he’s cut by the materials of the model. Eventually the whole wedge is in ruins and Reeve is left standing there, hands bleeding in fists at his sides.
Light flared up from the bangle at his wrist again, pale green light tingling over his fists to close wounds, but it didn’t take away the blood. Soon the man was sitting, back to the wall, looking at the damage he had done.
It faded out and he was left in what was little more than a spot of brightness, a light in between. And with him? Three other people, one familiar, and two not. He nodded a greeting to them and sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Closed to Group - Reeve's Vision - Discussion of Mass Death due to Architectural Failure, Blood
It starts with lights coming up around the edges of the room. Eight lights, each one on a pillar that stood along the round walls of the room, and below them a spoke of warm golden carpets to match the lights. They led to the middle of eight different wedges, each themselves lighted, those of the green-blue light of mako. They and the golden lights of the room worked together to reveal a large model of a city. Of Midgar. And at the point of a large structure labeled ‘05’ was a door that had opened.
A door in which stood a man, Reeve Tuesti, his suit coat discarded and his tie loosened. His hands were shaking as he moved deeper into the room, moving until he came to the edge of the model, his hands bracing against the wall of it. His breath was was coming a bit hard, strained. Pupils dilated with strain, body trembling, none of the composure common to the man. No, if you knew the signs it would be clear that this was a panic attack. His eyes darted quickly toward a place further along the oversized model. Toward the section between the 07 and the 08 protrusions. The Sector Seven plate.
The man’s grip tenses on the wall before he moves to the section. As with everywhere else there is a mass of small buildings and structures throughout it, a replica of the city outside of the tower. A flawless one.
Except for one thing.
Light flared from a metal band at his wrist, set with marble-like stones, and as he struck his fist against the edge of the wedge in question the spell unleashed with a flash of light. The model trembled with the Quake spell, localized in a way that only a master could manage. With the blow cracks formed along the structure of the model, ragged and uneven. From there his fist hit the wedge again, and again, and again. Hitting until a large chunk of the model falls out. From there he tears at it, doesn’t notice the blood on his hands as he’s cut by the materials of the model. Eventually the whole wedge is in ruins and Reeve is left standing there, hands bleeding in fists at his sides.
Light flared up from the bangle at his wrist again, pale green light tingling over his fists to close wounds, but it didn’t take away the blood. Soon the man was sitting, back to the wall, looking at the damage he had done.
It faded out and he was left in what was little more than a spot of brightness, a light in between. And with him? Three other people, one familiar, and two not. He nodded a greeting to them and sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Well, that was a thing."