ⅹ┆ building walls

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Ah... She was gone huh? It had taken him a while to realize it. He had looked for her instead of asking over the journals, probably because he knew what the answer would be -- She was the type of girl that would have gone with them on the expedition or maybe ask how it went when they were back. The truth to be told, he would have wanted to go with her, show her the chocobo and everything...

It was the first time that someone he cared for in that place (read: friend) was gone, and even if he didn't want to think about it, she would probably not be the last. He had been reading the journal, people gone, people not remembering anything. What would the odds be for her to came back and remember him as she did the first time? Probably none. While it didn't quite make him feel anything in particular, there was a unpleasant feeling that lingered, no matter how much he tried to think that it was better she was gone, the feeling wouldn't leave.]

[Hinata]

[What could he tell her though?

...

He has always been bad at this stuff... Besides it was ridiculous... Who sent messages to people who weren't there anymore? Shakes his head, closes the journal and keeps it in his rear pocket.]

--

[Cloud had been hanging out at the gym for the evening, actually practicing the moves Hinata had thought him a while ago. He's sweaty, shirtless and covered in fine sand from head to toe; it was probably the hundredth heavy bag he had beaten to the point of making it explode... Well, damn. He wished there was a training room like in the SOLDIER Floor back at ShinRa Headquarters, so he didn't want to ask anyone to spar with him. What for? They all were going to leave at some point too.]

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[migrates]

[ simca's wandering when she finds herself in the gym. the sounds of someone being there and what exactly they're doing are loud and prominent to her tuner ears and she has no need to look around a corner to see what is going on.

nonetheless, she pops in, stepping a few feet away from cloud, watching curiously in a cute blouse and shorts. ]

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Hears the steps behind him, to which he turns only briefly to see the pink haired girl. He, however, continues punching the heavy bag.]

Thought you were gone too.

[ardor]

[Kallen's coming for a workout, but she stops when she sees Cloud. Raising an eyebrow she walks over and attempts to make small talk.]

You gonna save some for the rest of us?

[migrates]

[ she slides closer to the other side of the punching back, peeking her head past it to watch him ]

Now why would you think that, my big strong hero?

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Hit, hit, hit-- oh, hi.] That's what people do around here.

[Hit!] And I'm no hero.

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Turns to look at her.]

The gym is big enough.

[ardor]

[Kallen raises an eyebrow at him.]

Maybe. There a reason you're avoiding conversation?

[shrugs_a_lot]

[What kind of question is that...?]

Got nothing to say.

[silvertree]

[While he's certain that youth realizes he isn't alone, Celeborn couldn't help but wonder if the young man even notices him at all. Judging by how focused the other seems to be, the Elvenlord wouldn't be surprised if the sell-sword hadn't noticed his presence yet. Not many do, it seems. The ever silent Lord of Lothlórien has a knack for secrecy and a talent for silence all because he much rather observe others from afar than introduce himself formally. Besides it almost seems as if this angry man would rather speak with his fists rather than words.

Not wishing to hinder Cloud's training with his watchful gaze, Celeborn couldn't help but notice just how strong the young blond is. The sell-sword fights like demon and his eyes seem to glow like one...]

[ardor]

Not even idle gym chatter?

[She makes her way to a nearby pull up bar.]

[shrugs_a_lot]

... [Stops for a second his own thing to watch her.]

Like what?

[ardor]

I dunno. How's my sword?

[Up down up down.]

[shrugs_a_lot]

She's fine. [He jerks his head at the closest wall, where his shirt and the Buster is, resting against said wall.]

[shrugs_a_lot]

[People come and go from the gym as they please, some approach to talk, others don't, he doesn't care. But generally those who don't, go and make use of the installations--it had taken him a while to notice the guy just looking at him, but Cloud's been trying to ignore them all anyway, it'd beat the purpose of isolating himself if he talked to the other.

Instead of worrying about it, he keeps giving all he's got on the already abused punching bag, finally delivering a kick that makes it give in with a puff sound followed by a thick cloud of dust.

The blond coughs some as the dusty cloud clears and, when it does, he's looking directly at the taller man with those glowing eyes of his.]

[ardor]

[The redhead pauses mid pull up to glance over, then back to him.]

I was never able to ask much about her, huh? [Yes, she adopts the pronoun.]

She your main weapon?

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Takes his time to respond, using said time to deliver a couple more of punches at the bag.]

Yeah.

[A couple more and...]

You never said what the interest was gonna be.

[ardor]

[Back to pull ups!]

I dunno, what do you think it should be?

[shrugs_a_lot]

I think there shouldn't be any...

[ardor]

Good try, but--

[One more before she drops and shakes her arms out.]

There's gotta be something. I mean, I did win it.

[shrugs_a_lot]

It wasn't exactly a fair way to win it. Either way, I'm not sure...

[Stops his little routine, ruffles his hair a little lifting a little cloud of dust above him.]

[silvertree]

[ If Celeborn's curiosity hadn't gotten the better of him, the Elf would've been more than content to leave the mercenary in peace. However, that display of raw strength was enough to warrant some inquiry from him. Whether or not Cloud shall answer him is up to the mercenary's digression, but Celeborn will inquire. ]

You are by far the strongest I've seen but you don a mortal shell.

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Cloud blinks a couple of times before ruffling his hair trying to dust himself a little.]

There are others way stronger than me.

[ardor]

It was a raffle. How was I supposed to know it belonged to someone?

[She looks at him now, and she blurts out a question without really thinking.]

How long have you been in here?

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Breaks the promise he had made to Hermione for the 101th time that day by wishing for another heavy bag, he's already changing it when she asks her question.]

... About... Dunno, five months. [If he doesn't ask back, is because today he really doesn't care.]

[ardor]

Ah, no, I meant in the gym tonight. It seems like a while...