ⅳ┆dictated

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Cloud's in the gym, working out a bit, mainly doing squats and trying not to lose count of them--But by now, he has restarted from one about fifty times...

Something is been bothering him since yesterday and he's not getting over it, which is the weird part of everything. What if he didn't remember some guy? It would probably be easier if Reno hadn't told him he should be remembering him. Of course it was Reno's word against his own, but still bothered him a little. It was probably not his fault that he didn't remember someone that considered him a friend, but as far as he knew, he had found out what his loss was already. What if the castle had made him forget about that guy as well? In that place everything seemed possible but going home after all... Then again it could be Zack's loss, but there was no way to know that for sure, not for now at least.

Conveniently, the journal falls from some pocket he had been keeping it in (even though he didn't quite remembered putting it there...) Hmm, he should probably ask... Sits right there in the middle of the gym and opens the journal.]

[ Filtered away from Zack Fair ]

How many losses are people supposed to have?

[Hmm, why not?]

[ Zack Fair ]

[For a little bit, there is nothing but silence in this filter--what is he even supposed to tell him? He's not even sure it's the same guy he and Reno had been talking about, hopefully adding the surname to the filter would make that clear. Maybe he's jumping into conclusions too soon... That's what happens when you don't have much to do.]

Hey.

[That's a start.]


{{open in person or through journal}}

Comments

dictated forever!

[shrugs_a_lot]

You don't know about the losses?

into infinity and beyond

[not_mafia]

[Thinking he's talking about..... people who died..........]

N-no, I just got here yesterday. What happened?

[shrugs_a_lot]

Hmm. [Newbie...]

When you get here, the castle takes something from you.

[not_mafia]

Huh? [Definitely not the answer he was expecting.]

Wait, so, nobody died then? [well that is relieving]

[shrugs_a_lot]

Wouldn't know. Apparently death isn't permanent here so...

[not_mafia]

Wha-? It's not??

[things just keep getting weirder and weirder.....]

[shrugs_a_lot]

I haven't died and I'm not planning to, so I cannot tell you first hand. Others have though; I wouldn't recommend asking though.

[not_mafia]

How is that possible? This place is so strange...

[shrugs_a_lot]

No idea, man.

[not_mafia]

What were you saying earlier, about losses?

[shrugs_a_lot]

The castle takes something like a memory or a thing, sometimes an ability... Or just other weird things.

[not_mafia]

["The castle" again...]

And that thing is your loss? [makes sense...] And you said I had one?

[shrugs_a_lot]

Pretty much.

I do, I'm just not sure if I got more than one.

[not_mafia]

I'm still confused...

[shrugs_a_lot]

I would be surprised if you weren't.

[not_mafia]

Do people normally have more than two losses?

[shrugs_a_lot]

I dunno, that's what I was trying to figure out.

[not_mafia]

Mmmn... [A little distracted now because lol what, he's lost something to the castle??? Kind of..... searching through his pockets and oh look, there's a good luck charm in there.




... where... did he get this good luck charm again? Must have been some arbitrary store. Or maybe not so arbitrary, given his strong attachment to it.

Hm. It wasn't missing, in either case. He continues to check all his stuff, already forgetting the other person on the "line", so to speak.]

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Don't worry about this one, he might thinks the conversation is over and will resume his exercises.]

[not_mafia]

I don't see anything missing...

[It's a musing that's half to himself, and half to Cloud from some subconscious part of his brain that remembers him just talking with a person.]

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Ah, you're still there? What were they talking about? Oh, right.]

... Maybe it's a memory.

[not_mafia]

A memory?

[Well that's unsettling. He places his hands on his head, whining.]

Ehhhh, how in the world would I figure out what memory I'm missing if I can't remember it in the first place?

[shrugs_a_lot]

That's the one million gils question.

[not_mafia]

Eh? Gills? Like fish?

[shrugs_a_lot]

Gils, man, gils... money, moola, dinero! [Oh Cid, you'd be so proud of him.]