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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]

[Too easy, but nice thought.]

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

[samson]

That the name of your bike? [pretty cool, he's gotta admit......]

Well, if you stick around long enough, you might get it for Christmas. The castle is 'nice' that way.

[animusangelus]

He has to have a name. [Come on now. That makes sense.]

They celebrate holidays?

[samson]

Hey, I'm not judging, man. I call my car Adrienne.

[Holidays...] Uh, yeah. Word of advice: stay the hell away from people during Valentine's.