paradisa | ⅴ┆a storm this way comes

[Did the weather forecast say something about having a nice sunny day today? Well, they were wrong!

Distant thunder can be heard over the journals, a storm is coming and it shows. There is a drop of water on the pages, then two... Then it seems someone left the tap open over the journal because it's suddenly pouring over it. Then the rain moves away but the thunder goes on and it can be heard passing by the corridors.

Hello people in the lobby, there is thunder and rain coming down the stairs. And at first you don't know who left the windows open, but apparently outside it's sunny and cloudless! So what the hell is going on?!

Oh, there seems to be your problem. Have a little stormy Ccloud coming from upstairs, moving slowly as clouds tend to move when there is a gentle breeze, only, there isn't any breeze coming from anywhere.

It must be your imagination but is that cloud a little spiky or something?

Huh... Run get your umbrellas!]

{{Loss start! There won't be journal replies but feel free to have your characters react to it and/or to find him passing by the corridors and lobby.}}

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[Ow, ow, that was cold! Not that it hurt really, but he could feel himself crystallizing! And suddenly everything felt heavy! And he can't stop it, but he starts snowing... Snowing! That's cool... Too bad he cannot move fast enough to freeze Zack on his spot with his awesome snow!

You win this one Fair, and not in the most fair way!]

[Zack is just so glad that his crazy idea worked! He rubs his side and slides down the wall, coming to sit next to where his sword is leaning and just staring at the strange little cloud for a moment while he catches adrenaline-sped breath.]

What am I gonna do with you? [He's not expecting an answer, of course, and just kind of shakes his head at the futility of even asking in the first place. What's clear is that he probably can't stay here, not if he'd like a night unmolested. He doesn't know why the little cloud seems to have a vendetta against him, but with the stories he's heard in the castle, he supposes anything is possible.]

[The little cloud is just there, trying to move towards his beloved sword and not quite being able to from all that ice in itself. There are no thunders either... Apparently the air has to be warmer for that too!

Zack... he really doesn't like you right now.]

[Well Zack is a bit preoccupied with Cure Materia, trying to close up the burns from the lightning. He still can't figure out what made the cloud so mad -- if it is mad, and he's not just writing a persona onto it. But it's strange; the thunder and lightning had only started when the cloud drifted over to the Buster sword.

...

Nah. That's ridiculous, just his mind being crazy. There's just no way that the cloud and Cloud's disappearance are related. Clearly he's just going crazy from too much thinking about the blond -- maybe it's best if he just gets away for a little while.

Standing cautiously, Zack edges around the perimeter of the room, with the intent to trade sleep pants for clean clothes.]

[Cloud has no intention of following Zack in that moment, all he wants to do is reach the Buster and leave with it somehow! So, while Zack is in the search of clothing, he hurries to the sword and holds (or tries to) to the handle. Of course there is no way he can grab it or lift it, let alone run away with it!

Why are you doing this man... You said you were his friend!]

[And Zack finds clothing, pulling on pants and boots, shirt on top. Harness and belts follow, fingers working the buckles with practiced ease. It's then that he notices the cloud floating next to the sword again -- maybe there is a connection between the two. And while Zack's pretty firmly decided not to stay here too much longer, he hasn't exactly figured out where to go, or what to do, or anything.]

Wish I knew what you wanted. [Leaning against the dresser, Zack watches the cloud hovering over his sword.] Aside from my sword, I mean. You can't have it; it means too much to me.

[How to let this fella know that he's wrong? That this sword is been with him since he can remember? And yet, Zack's voice doesn't sound as if he's making it up--why would he even try to lie to a cloud and in such convincing manner?

...

There couldn't be two Buster Swords, could there? It sounded ridiculous! Even if they came from the same place, and the same ShinRa, there was no way there could be two swords like that, exactly the same as water drops...

The fact that he didn't know who Zack was and, the fact that he was keeping the Buster from him, simply smelled like rotten eggs to him. Why hadn't he seen him carrying him before? If it was so important to him, why would he leave it abandoned in a suspicious magic room? It simply didn't make any sense...

Hmm...

He's honestly thinking of electrifying that marvelous piece of metal so Zack can't take it, but it probably take a lot from him to control that much energy for an undetermined amount of time. And then again he was a cloud... He could be stealthy as he wanted and follow this little liar until he found out what's going on.

That last sounded more logical, even for himself.

After sending a glance to his most favorite weapon, Cloud heads to Zack, hovering at the level of his eyes. He's watching you, buddy...]

[Zack doesn't realize he's holding his breath until as the cloud approaches him, doesn't realize until he lets it out in a puff that comes out as fog with the chill still rolling off the weird apparition. He's bracing himself to be zapped, but for whatever reason it's not happening. Maybe there's too much chill in the air from the Blizzaga-caused drop in temperature. Whatever the cause, he's thankful, for the moment.]

Yeah... [He's not even sure what he's saying, more talking to himself than the cloud. Surely it can't understand him, right? He'll try to edge his way around it, heading for the sword, his Materia, and his journal. Zack doesn't have a solid plan in mind, but something will come to him. It always does.]

You just... stay right there, okay?

[Yeah, you just run away, you little coward... The little cloud is going to follow you whenever it gets the chance anyway. The only reply that comes from it is a distant menacing thunder.]

[The thunder is noted, but really, Zack is concentrating more on getting out and away, hoping to avoid another lightning zap. He'll be heading for the door, stepping into the hallway and closing it firmly, then leaning against it with a small sigh before starting down the hellway to the stairs.]

ⅴ┆a storm this way comes

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