9: Explosions in the marketplace! [ The marketplace is loud and crowded and a lot more chaotic than Cloud knows how to deal with - but that's still well within bearable limits, considering everything else about this situation that's overwhelming. And, besides-- The familiar stuff he finds among all the weird and new (and sometimes really creepy) makes up for it, somewhat.
Which isn't to say he's avoiding trying anything new, exactly - but given the wary way he examines the stand of distinctly alien fruit in front of him, now, there's a good chance he hasn't yet worked up the courage to venture beyond the known. Even if it's apparently quite the popular item - while Cloud's trying to decide whether those are scales on the outside of the lumpy, questionable fruit he's staring at, another overeager patron lunges right on in, beside him, and gathers up a whole armful (tentacleful??).
And then takes off with all of it, before the equally alien vendor can turn back around to tally up the cost. The crowd parts to let the thief barrel through, but Cloud's a little quicker to react, grabbing one of the fallen fruits (he's pretty sure they're fruit) from the stand and-- ] H-Hey! [ ...hucking it after the shoplifter, hoping to slow him down.
The good news is: it's a solid hit. ...The bad news is: it doesn't hit the individual he was aiming for.
Oops. ]
10: Explosions in your mind! [ The thing about space is... It's not great if you've already got a weak sense of equilibrium. You know, all that flying around? The upside-downness? The occasional, sudden loss of artificial gravity?
It's basically motion sickness city.
And just like always, that's more than enough to put Cloud out of commission with considerable regularity. Whether it's just off a particularly long trip by shuttle, or just out of a cramped elevator, he's the guy leaning up against the wall with his head down or huddled over in the nearest seat (or maybe free-floating and trying not to look too desperate to get back to the ground), trying to convince his inner ears that he knows better than they do which way is up. ]
#Whatever: Even more explosions I guess!! [ open to any other prompts/scenarios ]
Cloud Strife | Final Fantasy VII (Crisis Core)
[ The marketplace is loud and crowded and a lot more chaotic than Cloud knows how to deal with - but that's still well within bearable limits, considering everything else about this situation that's overwhelming. And, besides-- The familiar stuff he finds among all the weird and new (and sometimes really creepy) makes up for it, somewhat.
Which isn't to say he's avoiding trying anything new, exactly - but given the wary way he examines the stand of distinctly alien fruit in front of him, now, there's a good chance he hasn't yet worked up the courage to venture beyond the known. Even if it's apparently quite the popular item - while Cloud's trying to decide whether those are scales on the outside of the lumpy, questionable fruit he's staring at, another overeager patron lunges right on in, beside him, and gathers up a whole armful (tentacleful??).
And then takes off with all of it, before the equally alien vendor can turn back around to tally up the cost. The crowd parts to let the thief barrel through, but Cloud's a little quicker to react, grabbing one of the fallen fruits (he's pretty sure they're fruit) from the stand and-- ] H-Hey! [ ...hucking it after the shoplifter, hoping to slow him down.
The good news is: it's a solid hit. ...The bad news is: it doesn't hit the individual he was aiming for.
Oops. ]
10: Explosions in your mind!
[ The thing about space is... It's not great if you've already got a weak sense of equilibrium. You know, all that flying around? The upside-downness? The occasional, sudden loss of artificial gravity?
It's basically motion sickness city.
And just like always, that's more than enough to put Cloud out of commission with considerable regularity. Whether it's just off a particularly long trip by shuttle, or just out of a cramped elevator, he's the guy leaning up against the wall with his head down or huddled over in the nearest seat (or maybe free-floating and trying not to look too desperate to get back to the ground), trying to convince his inner ears that he knows better than they do which way is up. ]
#Whatever: Even more explosions I guess!!
[ open to any other prompts/scenarios ]