OPEN RP | ~Captured Cloud~
One second he was with Aerith and Tifa, all wearing their disguises for infiltrating Don Corneo’s awful establishment. There was nothing about this place that deemed it earning such a title. It’s more like a disgusting hellhole, than anything else. Cloud soon had fallen unconscious, as he thought the other’s did as well, and when he woke up next there was nothing but darkness. He could feel a cold draft streaking up under his long dress, and the press of metal all around him wherever he tried to hold on, to get his bearings.
“What the hell is this??...”
He seemed to be swinging, almost, any time that he moved around too much. A sound of metal clanging together near his front, and his hand reached up to feel a collar of sorts around his neck, hooked with a chain that went who knows where. This had him even more confused, and the space was very cramped. He was huddled up, barely enough room to sit up straight, and the skirt was doing little to keep him from the cold air.
“... A cage?”
His mind finally caught up with itself, and he sighed in frustration. Then, other worries were starting to come back to him, and his gaze peered into the darkness, barely able to see past the bars that were everywhere. “Tifa?!... Aerith?!” He called, trying to see if they were in this room, or dungeon, whatever this place could be. There was nothing but a deafening silence.
