It's... mine, I— I think? This thing looks too heavy for me to pull out, though.
[ He reaches towards it, but also shies away, right before he touches it. He already knows that some objects have been making people experience... strange things. At least Minato is here to make sure nothing bad happens. ]
... Stay close in case I need help.
[ He doesn't know what's going to happen, but that seems like a vague enough explanation for Minato as he reaches out and grasps the handle of the blade.
Immediately the ringing feels his head, his vision blacks out as he clutches the sword. Screams. Flames. A collapsing water tower. A man with silver hair, callously slaughtering one person after another. He can feel the heat. Can feel himself cry out for... his mother.
The vision is scattered, fragmented. He finds himself inside a giant facility, industrial and ominous. Vengeance is in his heart. A corpse (two corpses?) lay at his feet, punctured cleanly by a slender blade. The man in front of him walking away, uncaring. He screams his name, but he doesn't hear it in his own memory.
Of course, Minato doesn't see this, what Minato sees is Cloud suddenly gasping for breath, a cold sweat forming on his skin, gripping the blade like his life depended on it. His blue-green eyes seem to shake in their sockets, not looking at anything in particular, but experiencing something deeply terrifying, and deeply, deeply real. ]
[ The scream within the vision seems to bring Cloud out of his reverie, his whole body now shaking with something like exertion. The blade hasn't vanished, but it shifts slightly in his grip, as his knuckles tighten around the blade. But forced to his knees by the vision, he looks almost like he's praying to the blade as he holds it. ]
sorry minato
[ He reaches towards it, but also shies away, right before he touches it. He already knows that some objects have been making people experience... strange things. At least Minato is here to make sure nothing bad happens. ]
... Stay close in case I need help.
[ He doesn't know what's going to happen, but that seems like a vague enough explanation for Minato as he reaches out and grasps the handle of the blade.
Immediately the ringing feels his head, his vision blacks out as he clutches the sword. Screams. Flames. A collapsing water tower. A man with silver hair, callously slaughtering one person after another. He can feel the heat. Can feel himself cry out for... his mother.
The vision is scattered, fragmented. He finds himself inside a giant facility, industrial and ominous. Vengeance is in his heart. A corpse (two corpses?) lay at his feet, punctured cleanly by a slender blade. The man in front of him walking away, uncaring. He screams his name, but he doesn't hear it in his own memory.
Of course, Minato doesn't see this, what Minato sees is Cloud suddenly gasping for breath, a cold sweat forming on his skin, gripping the blade like his life depended on it. His blue-green eyes seem to shake in their sockets, not looking at anything in particular, but experiencing something deeply terrifying, and deeply, deeply real. ]
[ The scream within the vision seems to bring Cloud out of his reverie, his whole body now shaking with something like exertion. The blade hasn't vanished, but it shifts slightly in his grip, as his knuckles tighten around the blade. But forced to his knees by the vision, he looks almost like he's praying to the blade as he holds it. ]