o6 | Dictated

[bustered]

[Angeal Hewley]

Cloud's gone.

[/Angeal Hewley]

[About an hour after that filtered message, Zack addresses the journal without a filter this time. His voice is that mix of neutral and tired that marks familiarity of having to bring the 'not coming back' message to people waiting for their friends and loved ones to come home. Such can be life in SOLDIER.]

For those who knew him, Cloud Strife has gone home.

Comments

[bustered]

I was the big block of ice in the lobby. [orz]

[save_the_souls]

A giant block of...

[Only in Paradisa is this a reasonable excuse; he sighs]

Come down the clinic when you can, I'll run you through the cures and hopefully that will act as a vaccination for the virus if your time in ice made it simply go dormant for longer.

Until then, please don't touch anyone on the forehead?

[bustered]

Yup.

[Thank you Allen for not asking. Again.]

Yeah, I can come down later today if you're around. Just in case.

I won't.

[save_the_souls]

All right, I'll be in this afternoon!

Thank you, Zack.

[bustered]

No, thank you. I'd hate the thought of putting others in danger, especially if it's preventable.

[save_the_souls]

Well then don't worry about a thing, we'll make sure everything is perfectly safe.

[bustered]

...Don't jinx it. Knowing this place...

[save_the_souls]

[a small amused sound]

I've been here six years, Zack. I know what things not to say to cause jinx.

[bustered]

Maybe I'm just paranoid then. But it's saved my skin more than once.

[save_the_souls]

I'm sure. There's nothing with erring on the side of caution.

[bustered]

Yeah. But I'll mix it with some trust in your experience too.

[save_the_souls]

Mm, sounds like a good combination to me.

[bustered]

Thanks. I'll drop by the clinic later.

[save_the_souls]

Great. I'll be there.