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[mentors]

[Since he has pretty well recovered from his arrival at a near death state, Angeal has taken it on himself to get out of his student's hair for some of the day, as they adjusted being around one another again. For Zack it has been years; Angeal, months, but months in which he had pushed the other far away.

He has settled himself outside, not too far from the castle's main entrance with the Buster sword against his knees, working on caring for the blade with the kit he had wished for from the castle, one of the only he has made except for clothing, since his had been rather ruined on arrival.

His journal is also at his side, which he opens now after much deliberation for the past day or so, words dictated to those on the other side of such strange technology.]

Since I have found myself here and recovered, I have visited all sorts of places in and around the castle, yet never once seen the caretakers to the grounds. What a shame, I would of wanted to offer them praise on a job well done... And perhaps, some tips on just how they managed to do it with such a large area to care for.

None of you would happen to know who they are either, would you?

[Filtered to Martel]

I wanted to thank you for all of your help. Without you there, things might of not have turned out as well as they did.

[He leaves the journal open for responses, but the man is easy to spot and willing to talk, if they desire.]

Comments

dictated

[ino]

I'm pretty sure it just magically takes care of itself. But I've seen a few people, myself included, who like to work in the gardens a little.

[mentors]

Is that so? How strange... though I could say the same of this whole place.

[And, a smile.] I have to ask- just what is your favorite part about gardening, Miss?

[ino]

Yeah, pretty much. Everything is weird, so really, something like that ends up being pretty normal by comparison.

My favorite part? [hmm ... she makes a thoughtful sound] Well, mostly I just really love flowers, in general. But I guess working in the garden is a nice way to take your mind off things that are bothering you.

[mentors]

Considering I have had a ghost bring me some clean clothes, it is far more normal. [And well, if it brought them this picturesque landscape, who was he to complain?]

I know what you mean- I have always felt like that about working with my hands. That, and watching them grow, different plants and flowers both.

[This not-quite-afterlife isn't so bad, with all of these perks.]

The others who work in the garden, they must of come here like we did, is that correct?

[ino]

Yeah, the ghosts are kinda weird too. But you get used to them.

Mm, exactly! It's always satisfying when you're able to make a flower bloom by your own work.

The other people are all residents here like you and me. As far as I know, anyways.

[bustered]

I'm not surprised you found your way outside.

[mentors]

[He might of made a 'follow the light' joke another time, but this one he simply chuckles at while searching for a better way to respond.]

I suppose this castle is just a little too high pampering for me, Zack. You know how I am.

[bustered]

Doesn't have to be that way though. You just... ask the ghosts and stuff to leave you alone.

[Zack himself is pretty low-maintenance, so he doesn't spend much time on things like wishing, or letting the ghosts do everything for him. Menial work is sometimes what a person needs, after all.]

[mentors]

I might just do that, at least for most days. [And well, maybe a little bit of cheating with laundry, until at least he gets the hang of it. After all, the SOLDIER uniforms either were dry cleaned, or didn't last long enough in the first place due to fighting.]

What are you up to?

Angeal

[heal_theworld]

Now you're trying to thank me too? [She laughs.] It was no trouble whatsoever. No thanks needed. But I am glad it did turn out this way.

As for your other question... the Castle does it. I've only seen it rain once here.

Martel

[mentors]

Why wouldn't I thank you? Without you there I may not be standing here today.

The magic this place has is just incredible-Seeing it with the wishes, the ghosts and all even the landscape.

Angeal

[heal_theworld]

Well, you still don't need to thank me. I didn't do that much. [She's just modest.]

It's beautiful, but just as destructive. Don't let it fool you.

Martel

[mentors]

But I do. [A smile on his end, and then he will ask.] Well either way, I am making dinner tonight as a thank you to Zack. I would love for you to join us, Martel.

action

[shrugs_a_lot]

[After a bit of a warmup in the gym, Cloud went outside and enjoy the weather a little. He crosses the entrance thinking that maybe he'll go to the town or something, have some pizza--hey isn't that Zack over there cleaning his sword? Let's go bother him.

Cloud approaches, and a bit more, and and a bit more and... He freezes a couple of meters of the other man.

Who the hell is this guy and why does he have Zack's sword?]

Who the hell are you? [Well... He had to ask. The other is free to notice that same sword oven the small blond's back.]

Re: action

[mentors]

[Angeal isn't paying much attention to those who come and go, except for the fact they were there. He is far enough away not to bother them with the Buster Sword, the blade starting to shine again after a few months of disuse- of not taking it with him, when he did the things he had to, and returning to simply put it back on his back again and move on.

But at that voice, one a little hostile, Angeal raises his head and slows in his work, able to continue over the blade, familiar with it as he is his own self.]

Angeal, Angeal Hewley... Is there something I can help you-? [A bit of trailing off, as he notices the hilt of the sword over the man's shoulder, the sweep of the Buster on the length of his back.

Well, what did he have here?]

[shrugs_a_lot]

[The name doesn't ring any bells, just as expected.]

Where did you get that? [Jerks his head at the sword, of course.]

[mentors]

[Zack, if only you had warned him beforehand.]

It was given to me a long time ago. [Funnily enough, it is the exact same one on the other man's back, and the one Zack has as well- he knows enough to recognize it, but what does any of this mean?]

[mom_to_us_all]

It's beautiful isn't it?

Too bad it leaves too little left to do around.

[mentors]

It is, I do not think I've seen a more beautiful place.

You garden as well, then?

[mom_to_us_all]

You could say I do, yep.

I'm Amaterasu, and you?

[mentors]

Angeal Hewley, it is very nice to meet you Amaterasu.

sorry this is late ;o;

[ontheclockpro]

[Reno never knew Angeal personally, but he heard the name get dropped by Zack and he does remember bits and pieces of info. Some former first class SOLDIER, was part of that whole mass SOLDIER AWOL thing years back...lots of confidential information around it really. At the end of the day, he still knows very little. It wasn't his case after all. ]

[It's the Buster Sword that even makes Reno notice the guy as someone from that world. That sword is hard to forget. So in good old Turk fashion, he's here. Who knows how he came up so quietly, or where he came from, but there he is, watching. The suit is probably a good indicator of who he might be ]

Far as I know, it's some kind of magic that keeps up this place.

No problem!

[mentors]

[He is very quiet, even for a man with enhanced senses such as himself. Angeal is watching the other out of the corner of his eye first as he runs the soft cloth over the blade of the Buster Sword, working the oil into the steel to make it look pristine and protect it from the elements. He has a ways to go, the sword neglected, at least in his eyes, since everything that had started happening.]

It is very strange, seeing a place so dependent like this. [Even Materia is explainable though science. After a moment, Angeal stops, turning to look at the other.]

And such a large and lively place to keep up with as well.

[ontheclockpro]

Yeah, no kidding.

But I guess that's part of the magic of this place- has to earn the "Paradise" in it's name somehow. [Cause it's sure not through it's actions]

[mentors]

That is one way to put it.

[A smile catches on his face briefly, before he turns to look at the other. The man does look familiar, sans ponytail- the suit helps him place it more than he would like to admit.]

You look familiar, so pardon the assumption. Turk?