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[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.]

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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.

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?

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.

I'm not surprised you found your way outside.

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?

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.

[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.

Not very talkative, but friendly people all the same.

It is, and then imagine your own garden of them- I can only think of a few things better.

The castle is so large, there must be many of us of all kinds. At least, from what I have seen just walking though and around it.

Pretty much.

My family owns a flower shop, so -- it'd be pretty sad if I couldn't keep a little garden running, anyways.

Yeah, even people you probably thought couldn't exist. Angels, devils, talking ponies ... all that good stuff.

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.]

Did they now? You must have it down to an art, then.

The first two are common enough, in myth at least, but...Talking ponies?

Well, I try. [totally preening, over here. this girl loves her some compliments!]

Yeah. They're around. It's kind of weird.

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?

They're pretty good about it. [Zack cheats his laundry too, because yeah, uniforms are a pain to clean.]

Hmm? Oh, nothing important. Might ask Allen if he wants to train, or Clove if she wants an extra swimming lesson. Not much else on my plate today.

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[Well, she has totally found the right person for it!]

I would of never expected- I think I have said that already, about a few other things. [He laughs.] Do any of them happen to be ones you know?

Expect the unexpected, I guess ... [a little laugh] Not really. I've just seen them around.

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.

[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.]

[Heh, Zack, so in charge of everything now... Something they have to talk about soon. Not that specifically, but the scars he saw to go with the story not yet told.]

I was thinking about making dinner, since you have been making it for me for the last few days.

[Yeah, well, he has to be. Zack's changed a lot in the years since Angeal's death, and in the years since the disaster at Nibelheim.]

Just for the two of us?

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.

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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.

[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?]

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

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

Good words to live by.

I'm Angeal, by the way, Angeal Hewley.

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