☁ (onewolf) wrote in drawpoints, @ 2014-08-14 23:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | cloud strife, margery redmane |
WHO: Cloud Strife + Margery Redmane
WHAT: Errands, orders, belated birthday treats, stretching those legs, eating ice cream, etc.
WHERE: Balamb Town
WHEN: Not before the crack of noon, Thursday, August 14
WARNINGS: Light language.
If there was one way to summarize the sword holder Cloud had ordered, it was black straps. When worn, two slender belts with silver buckles would cross over his front and join behind him through the thick sheath located somewhere at the lower half of his back. It sagged a little even with the sword in place but everything was done for the weight and, well, partly the style. A designer could never forego fashion just because functionality was the priority. The sheath in itself was composed of a leather sleeve of sorts, enough to cover only a third from the top of the blade, bolted fast with silver heavy duty buttons were they mattered. A short belt ran around half its circumference as a cheap way of securing the sword through the thick crossguard. Everything was adjustable as Cloud had only given the designer from Deling images and measurements of the blade and who was to say this was going to be his last one?
The piece that takes the cake, though -- and Cloud couldn't help such a shallow thing -- was the armor that rested over his right shoulder, something that would act as a protection of sorts for when he rested the sword over it. It was covered in thick black leather, made by something tougher on the inside, and to attach it to one of the straps slashing over his front was a silver wolf's head biting a ring that could be moved.
That was Fenrir, Cloud decided. The legendary wolf Guardian Force who was automatically the most badass of them all. If he couldn't junction Fenrir to summon then he might as well junction him in some other way. The designer had no doubt taken an inspiration from his own interests and Cloud was touched that he should have been so thoughtful. He was so touched, he was basically happy.
Like an excited kid who couldn't wait until they got home to open his present, Cloud went back to the borrowed jeep (he had intended to borrow a bike but he wasn't sure he and Red had enough hands, arms and space to carry anything much more than Seifer's waffle fries and even that was risky) parked at the back of a car rental business to try it on with the sword. He had to make sure of the fitting, he said. Just in case and the designer would want to know of any complaints immediately, he was sure. Well, that was the official story.
After adjusting all the straps he could ever adjust, Cloud finally presented himself to the woman whose time he'd wasted with his own vanity. "Well?" he said, throwing his gloved hands sideways. "What do you think?"