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CWolfeh ([personal profile] cwolfeh) wrote in [community profile] abstractborders2016-12-27 09:23 am
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Open RP Post - 2017

There's nothing wrong with reaching for new stars and those distance horizons.

✘ Full muse list is here
✘ Tag a character's header to call them out!
✘ Include a prompt/meme prompt/starter/something for me to reply to. Any sort of prompt you want! Picture, text, etc. I'm down for anything you can come up with.
✘ Alternatively, I'm totally down for AUs as well. Post-apocalyptic, alien invasions, fantasy based--anything! Just tell me what you're interested in!
✘ This is open to everyone! Come one, come all!

Favorite Memes:
Soulmate AU + Morning After Meme + Rainy Day Meme + Dystopian/Post-Apocalyptic AU + Buddy Cop AU
notachocobo: (☁146)

Cloud Strife | Final Fantasy VII

[personal profile] notachocobo 2016-12-27 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
backwatertrooper: (confused - what's even going on)

somewhere beteen 3 and 9 for the rainy day meme

[personal profile] backwatertrooper 2017-01-01 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Waking up standing in a pool of water with flowers growing at the bottom of it, confused and wet not just up his legs but also from the rain falling in from the broken roof, Cloud's convinced he must be dreaming.

Except usually he's never actually wet when water is involved while he dreams, and right now he is definitely wet. And a little cold - wearing only his usual sleep pants and a t-shirt would explain that - so when a drop falls onto his cheek from a sodden spike weighed down by water, Cloud jerks and finally wades out of the pool, pulling himself up to the debris-strewn floor.

Looking around, he has no idea where he is. Which, well, wouldn't be odd for a dream, but he can smell rain and some faint, floral scent despite the flowers being under the water, wet wood and stone, and the aged-polished wood is very startlingly real under his bare feet.

Shuffling over to the broken doors, Cloud glances out and stares at the utter ruin outside, which he, again, doesn't recognize. It's certainly not Nibelheim - a thought which makes the now mostly-healed injuries the Genesis copies gave him ache in thought.

The rain is also coming down harder than before, and he backs up until he can curl up on one of the whole pews (a broken church?) and frown at the pool of water. Something just feels... off. Cloud tries to ignore it for now, but being wet and dressed for sleep doesn't make it very easy.
notachocobo: (☁14)


[personal profile] notachocobo 2017-01-03 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)
If asked, Cloud wouldn't really be able to explain why he felt the urge to visit Aerith's church this early in the morning. And in a torrential downpour. He remembered dreaming about the church, about Aerith, and then he woke up and just needed to go. He'd been as quiet as he could, not wanting to wake the kids or Tifa, making his way out of the bar and back to the garage where his bike was stored.

About fifteen minutes later found him pulling up outside the church, drenched to his core but he couldn't seem to be bothered by it. His gaze was fixed on the building before him and there was something...something was amiss.

He kicked his stand down and swung his leg over the bike, heading towards the entrance without much hesitation though a hand went back to rest on the hilt of one of his short swords.

Just in case.
backwatertrooper: (afraid - or shocked)

8D not suspicious or awkward at all, this!

[personal profile] backwatertrooper 2017-01-03 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Cold and still wet, Cloud had managed to doze - and woke up to the sound of an approaching vehicle. Startled, he almost fell off the pew, grabbing the back of it at the last moment, and wondered why he was still here. He shouldn't be!

Eyeing the broken door, Cloud glanced around reflexively, but the best in the terms of weapons here was broken debris that wouldn't stand for a single hit or kick, even less a sword or a gun... or materia. And maybe he wouldn't even need any, no matter how tense he was feeling.

Sliding off the pew, there was a very brief urge to go hide behind one of the pillars, but, suddenly angry at himself for that urge because even if he wasn't strong enough to be SOLDIER, he could defend himself, he backed off out into the open area right in front of the pool. More space to move, if nothing else.

The noise of the door opening dragged Cloud's attention back up towards the front of the church, rain pouring down like someone had upended a bucket, but that was less important than the hand ready to draw a weapon. And that was less important than the dizzily familiar hairstyle.

Cloud had intended to ask where he was, but all that came out was a very soft and quiet "What..?" as he stared, eyes wide. What else was he supposed to do, looking at somebody who looked like himself... if older. Cloud was again starting to doubt that he wasn't dreaming.
notachocobo: (☁40)

:''D Not in the least

[personal profile] notachocobo 2017-01-09 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
The hand that had been on his sword slips away as he comes face to face with...himself? Okay so this had to be some sort of strange dream; it wouldn't be the first time he had one after all. Because there was no way in hell that this could be real. It was too..there was just no way.

Cloud is torn between feeling tense and fleeing, to be completely honest, something about this situation unsettling him in a way he can't put into words.

"..Who are you." It's not a question; it's a demand. Even if he knows the answer already.

Was someone playing a masterful prank on him because if so he was going to kick their ass.
backwatertrooper: (uncertain - um sir..?)

I mean it's not as if he hasn't had issues with identity or lookalikes before... at all...

[personal profile] backwatertrooper 2017-01-09 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
A dream was Cloud's thought as well, hearing the other speak, but he was getting used to that uncertain assumption wavering back and forth between 'this is a dream' and 'but is it really..?'. And maybe it wasn't the best reaction to that flat demand to straighten up and get a very tempting urge to spit out 'you', no matter how... probably... true that was.

But the idea of saying that made him feel even more unsettled. Shifting on his feet, hands twitching up and then falling back to his sides in an aborted intention of wrapping his arms around himself for more than one reason, Cloud finally shrugged.

"... Cloud," he said, and despite the fact that he had all the right to his own name, it felt weird, saying that, staring at... at himself. Biting his lip, he looked away. "I don't think... I should be here."

He'd really rather like to wake up, right about now, but the wet wood from where the rain was being soaked into the planks underneath his feet didn't seem to want to oblige and change into his bed.
notachocobo: (☁147)

Pretend I'm not terrible at replying consistently

[personal profile] notachocobo 2017-02-13 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)

Yeah that..he had known that's what was going to be said but it was still rather surreal to hear. Cloud's head spun momentarily as he watched the younger version of himself stand there so awkwardly and clearly just as unsettled as he was, only snapping out of it when he realized how chilly it was in here and the rain was helping anything.

The older blonde frowned briefly before he forced himself to relax, allowing his stance to become just a little more open and less threatening.

"..We should..let's get you someplace warm. And then we can try and figure out what's going on exactly."
backwatertrooper: (looking up - so innocent)

I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about~

[personal profile] backwatertrooper 2017-02-13 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Frowning, Cloud looked down at his feet, lifting one to rub it against his calf, balancing not with the sort of easy ease you might expect in a dream, but a regular sort of wobbliness, and nodded reluctantly.

"... I guess expecting to wake up now would... be too much to ask," Cloud muttered and then looked up again, looking at the older standing down the aisle a little closer. The clothes were still all... wrong from what he'd have imagined, but if this was real life, anything could've happened, he supposed. Aside from that, though... it was weird, but while he still felt a cold, uncertain weight in his stomach, just looking at himself... was starting to feel less weird.

"Okay." Taking a breath and letting it out slowly, Cloud squared his shoulders and actually left his spot near the pool, wondering with something between annoyance and something that might have been pleased awe that he'd at least grow a little taller.

(Why couldn't it have been more, though?)
notachocobo: (☁144)


[personal profile] notachocobo 2017-02-15 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Probably." No reason to beat around the bush. This was definitely not some sort of strange dream--Cloud was almost 100% sure of that. (As much as he kind of wished it was because then he could at least make some sense out of it.)

Once the younger version of himself started to come closer the older blonde nodded slightly--more to himself than the other--and turned to lead the way out of the church. Already he was trying to decide how he was going to explain this to the others though he had a feeling that any explanations would be put on hold so Tifa would mother hen the young blonde. Barrett too, most likely.

Heading straight for his bike once they were outside, Cloud swung a leg over it and settled down, motioning for the other to climb on behind him.

"Come on. It's not that far," he said in a reassuring tone because he remembered what it had been like. And while he still got motion sick here and there, he knew it was going to be worse for the younger blonde.
backwatertrooper: (concerned or sad - there's many reasons)

[personal profile] backwatertrooper 2017-02-15 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Following along, casting a look or two over his shoulder before they left the church though not entirely sure why, Cloud grimaced when he almost immediately stepped into a puddle, cracked pavement letting mud gather in the water. Great.

It was still raining, too, and with a shiver, Cloud was relieved that he wore more to bed than Zack did, at least. Otherwise he'd have been standing around in nothing but underwear right now, and that'd be embarrassing as well as even colder than he was.

Looking up when the other spoke, Cloud's reluctant groan got stuck in his throat, and his eyes widened a little as he stared at the motorcycle, actually registering the vehicle his older self had apparently come here with.

"... Wow." It was the most amazing bike he'd ever seen, but, unfortunately, that wouldn't stop him from getting motion sick on it. He almost asked how far it'd be to walk, but then didn't. It was raining, and he was barefoot; he'd already had to carefully walk between the debris on the ground just to the bike.

"It's gonna be far enough, though..." Cloud sighed, ducking his head but reluctantly climbing on behind the older blond. And hesitated a little before he wrapped his arms around his middle. "How long... will it take?"

Not just because it was... it was awkward, okay? But also because he almost expected something to happen. It felt like it should, anyway; they were the same person after all. But there wasn't so much as the sting of static electricity. Just wet cloth and leather against his wet skin.