paradisa

Happy Holidays, everyone! [He usually wouldn't make a big deal about this, but he hasn't been giving the best impression as of late. His anger and grumpiness have put a damper on how he views...everything. But he's not the only one who is homesick ~~or missing having people checking up on him~~, so it's not fair for him to remain in the dumps.

Took him long enough, right?]

Come by the stables to see some festive Chocobos. [Yes, he dressed them up. They have wreathes around their necks - complete with bells! ~~It took him forever to catch them.~~]

They're not reindeer, but - [They might be cuter.] Don't feed them too many treats. I've never seen one on a sugar rush.

[And he doesn't want to.]

animusangelus

I don't care who you are, if anyone tries to kiss me, you're getting punched.

Even if you're a girl.

[Oh yes, he's a tough guy. He would have a hard time hitting a girl and he knows it. Damn being a gentleman and mistletoe ~~and being so inexperienced with kissing~~.

Cloud stalks around the castle, eyeing doorways suspiciously. He probably looks pretty silly. It's just kissing. But he is pretty strict about his personal space.

Finally, he decides to get some fresh air. He'll be wandering aimlessly, his head in his namesake, thinking about the girl he had thought about kissing a thousand times before.

And she isn't even here.

Some luck.]

animusangelus

The Renaissance, huh?

To hell with it.

[He could be kinder about it, but why?]

I would've used magic on all of them and been labeled a demon.

[With pride. Lots of it.]

I've met some narrow-minded idiots, but they take the cake.

animusangelus

What the hell? I did not invite you inside! [There are various crashes and what sounds like a body - or several bodies - being thrown or pushed against hard stone.] You've never met a soldier like me.

[Those last words are growled as if they are meant for only one person to hear.]

Get out of my rooms or I'll make you regret ever coming here in the first place.

[Something slices through the air with a faint metallic ring. Oh yes, that would be his sword.]

animusangelus

So being a wolf was fun - sorry to anyone I scared - but I'm glad to be myself again.

[He says all of that so lightly. Just another day in the castle.]

It was better than being a cloud, I guess.

animusangelus

[Everything has a price and Cloud is beginning to pay for some of his requests. There is a faint growl that gets louder - almost as if the creature's irritation is growing by the second. If one can understand wolf, Cloud is saying something along the lines of:

I can't even communicate. Just great.

Are you happy, castle? Are you?

Damn you.

A door is opened forcefully and the large grey wolf exits his room and prowls the halls. Feel free to run into him! He is a lovely creature. Just don't piss him off or he'll hand your ass to you.

Or eat your ass. Some of these wolf instincts are disturbing.]

animusangelus

This is annoying.

[Who can he hit to make this better? No, really.]

Tell me this is laryngitis.

[And not something incredibly creepy and out of his control.]

If not, what can I do to fight it? I don't mind the risk.

[He might not use his voice much, but when he does use it, he damn well wants it to be there!]

animusangelus

[Cloud is not - nor will he ever be - a ball of sunshine. Especially since something big and yellow is making this sound in the background and trying to get Cloud's attention.]

Could I wish for a whole motorcycle or would I have to settle for asking for parts?

[Like hell is he riding this damn bird anywhere. No. Stop it. No preening!]

I'm not your baby or your - [He cuts himself off when he sees those words transmitted onto the page.

Hell.]

Just answer.

animusangelus

What's all this I hear about magic and schools and...owls? [Surely he heard wrong, right?] Is it one of those reality shifts? I can't say I'm sorry I missed that one.

[Owls are mysterious enough without adding magic to them.]

I'm trying to find a good place to practice. All things considered, I don't think it would be good for me to become sluggish.

[Who knows? He might have friends he wants to defend one day. People seem to flock to him even if he isn't particularly social. At all.]

Anyone else use a sword?

animusangelus

[The journal hadn't seemed important when he had first arrived. There were far bigger problems like...

Where the hell am I?! and Is this the Lifestream? Did I...die?

Even Cloud has to admit that if he is dead, it had to be the most anti-climatic death ever. He was only on a delivery, riding Fenrir to the outskirts of the city. He's not even sure how he could die from doing that.

No, something else is going on and he needs answer. That was the thought that finally drew him to opening the journal and beginning to dictate.]

So this is a castle. [Time to get the obvious out of the way.] I...didn't want to come here. Who brought me here? And why?

[He finds a chair and sits down, reclining with the journal in his lap. Only then does he continue.]

I'm Cloud Strife. [Does that mean anything?] I was making a delivery and -

Where is my motorcycle?

shrugs_a_lot

( stables filter )

shrugs_a_lot

[Okay... That was weird... Having woken up a bit nauseous and headachy wasn't exactly in his plans of the day. The headache in fact wasn't weird to him, but that was another story. Nevertheless, it wasn't incredibly bad to stop him from going down to the kitchen to get something for breakfast first thing in the morning.

So there he is, sitting on a stool at the counter, a plate of cereal in front of him, though he's not really eating much but poking the very wet contents of his plate with his spoon. Is it your imagination or he does he look a bit... well, sick? Oh well, what do you know, SOLDIERs may be able to get sick after all.

The journal lies open next to him as he skims over it trying to find anything that catches his attention, though, it the journal which catches a couple of coughs... Or more than a couple.]

... This is different.

[And some more coughing.]

Aw, c'mon...

{{in person or through the journal}}

shrugs_a_lot

( Sheena )

chocoponying

( blahblahblehblihbluh )

[Filtered away from Zack Fair.]

Has any of you ever remembered or recovered parts of your losses at some point?

[/filter]

( Zack Fair )

[That would do. For now. Cloud leaves the journal open, waiting for a response as he looks down at the castle grounds from some parapet in the roof. He's still a pony and this pony still got wings. He extends them, and he looks he's about to jump, but he's just there, probably deciding what to do. Come give him a little push? Or just talk to him, he doesn't bite too hard.]

{{Loss continues.}}

chocoponying

[The next filter looks as if someone had used their teeth to hold the pen... Huh, that idea might not be too far-fetched. At least is readable.]

( People who visited Equestria )

[And a moment later...]

Can ponies eat cheese?

{ooc; Loss "start"}

shrugs_a_lot

[This wasn't happening... Oh, brother, this really wasn't happening... Please, this wasn't happening!

Dear residents, don't mind the elegant blonde wearing the striking purple dress, running barefoot from couch to couch, hiding behind them and poking her silky blonde (and a bit spiky) head out to check if there is anyone around. Her destination? The elevator!

Once she makes it there, she pushes the button desperately, hurry, hurry!]

{{Loss start; backdated to early morning today. Open to action for the lobby and inside the elevator--he's trying to reach the fifth floor so, yeah. Have fun!}}

shrugs_a_lot

( He tends to over think things )

( Hinata (private) )

[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.]

shrugs_a_lot

[Cloud's at the stables, he's been there long enough to actually approach to a particular white mare with black mane and tail --that reminds him very much to Odin's horse--, which he's petting as he examines her. He can't get over the fact that horses only have four legs... Where are the other two?

None of the horses look like they would last a day out there carrying him and the Buster Sword, leave alone all the other stuff he's supposed to bring for the expedition...

The mare seems curious about his hair, and she tries to either smell it or take a munch out of it. Cloud doesn't let her do any of that and in the process of stopping her gently, the journal falls from his pocket, opening as it usually does in these circumstances; without him noticing.]

--stop that... Chocobos do that too...

Horses, giant lizards, but no chocobos. Castle, you suck.

.......

Wark...

[The mare neighs softly at the sound.]

Kweh?...

{{open in person or through journal}}

shrugs_a_lot

( Zack Fair )

shrugs_a_lot

( tl;dr )

Goddammit... [The journal is open on his lap, obviously catching on his voice. He doesn't seem to care though. The curse is soft, yet the tension on it weights a ton. Sighs, and a moment later, he grabs a pencil and scribbles something.

He's gotta mosey, he can't dwell on this forever...]

~~( Reno )~~

~~( Reno )~~

~~( Reno )~~

( Hermione )

[And finally...]

( People who talked to a cloud during the past weeks, except Reno )

[This one takes him longer to write down, in fact, he rather only write than speak to him... He's not sure he wants to know but hey, after insisting that much... Ah, notice he didn't exclude him from the last filter?]

( Zack )

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ⅹⅵ┆with his tail between his legs

ⅹⅴ┆cough

ⅹⅳ┆unpaid debts

ⅹⅲ┆ whisper things into my brain

ⅻ┆written; backdated to the 16th

ⅺ┆ i feel pretty...

ⅹ┆ building walls

ⅸ ┆ wark!

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