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[animusangelus]

[The journal hadn't seemed important when he had first arrived. There were far bigger problems like...

Where the hell am I?! and Is this the Lifestream? Did I...die?

Even Cloud has to admit that if he is dead, it had to be the most anti-climatic death ever. He was only on a delivery, riding Fenrir to the outskirts of the city. He's not even sure how he could die from doing that.

No, something else is going on and he needs answer. That was the thought that finally drew him to opening the journal and beginning to dictate.]

So this is a castle. [Time to get the obvious out of the way.] I...didn't want to come here. Who brought me here? And why?

[He finds a chair and sits down, reclining with the journal in his lap. Only then does he continue.]

I'm Cloud Strife. [Does that mean anything?] I was making a delivery and -

Where is my motorcycle?

Comments

[animusangelus]

What do you feed him? [Does he want to know?]

[animusangelus]

There's something wrong with them.

[animusangelus]

Like?

[wishmadeinfire]

Oh, meat. I'll buy from the butcher in town or sometimes I just wish it up. Usually some sort of red meat, more protein for him and fat for the winter months.

[animusangelus]

That works. [He wouldn't be happy with slaughtered animals.] As long as it keeps him happy.

[wishmadeinfire]

I do my best. He is particularly sluggish in the winter, and then he is hardly a danger to anyone.

_{[ Cold-blooded beast that he was. ]}

[animusangelus]

Isn't that dangerous? Should he hibernate?

[wishmadeinfire]

No, he never quite hibernates, but the stables are kept magically warm and I keep blankets and wraps and on his legs if he has to go outside. He does fine - has for a few years now.

[animusangelus]

Alright, then. [Someone has a soft spot for animals. He won't admit to that, though.] Might be interesting to see him. I'm supposed to visit the Chocobo.

[samson]

It might be your loss, in that case... uh. Which is what we call the price this place makes you pay in order to be here.

[whistles_the_blues]

Perhaps. Suppose it depends on their reasons.

[wishmadeinfire]

Aha, do you want to? I suppose since you're not a cloud this time, you would enjoy it.

[animusangelus]

[Too easy, but nice thought.]

Like being here is such a joy. I'd rather have Fenrir back.

[animusangelus]

Being comfortable under someone else's control isn't right.

[animusangelus]

Doubtful. It's a big bird.

[wishmadeinfire]

So you have to take care of the Chocobo, but you don't like the Chocobo?

[animusangelus]

[It's only a problem because people say he looks like one.]

Won't know for sure until I try.

[wishmadeinfire]

Well then, I can meet you down at the Castle lobby and we can go out from there, if you like.

[animusangelus]

It might be boring. [Not that he doesn't mind the company per se.]

[wishmadeinfire]

I can think of more boring things than visiting my Svitana and chatting with an old... well, old-new friend. Or would it be new-old?

[animusangelus]

Not sure. It won't matter once we get reacquainted. [He is already walking out the door.] Meet you in the lobby.

[rose_of_battle]

This place can change itself into other places. And sometimes, we change with it.

[That's not all, though.]

[animusangelus]

What kinds of places? Do they have a rhyme or reason?

[wishmadeinfire]

Surely.

_{[ And a few moments later, have a six foot man with black hair to the floor and long elf ears approaching you, Cloud. He smiles at the sight of the other, nodding his head in greeting. ]}

Ah, indeed, not a storm cloud this time!

[animusangelus]

[The height...is surprising. Cloud is only 5'7", so you can bet he is craning his neck to see those ears. Not that he stares. He's not that rude.]

I told you. [He reaches back to adjust the large sword strapped to his back. He might look a little different - depending on the previous Cloud's canon point.]

Let's [mosey] head out.