Cloud.
[He looks over, but that's all. No getting up to greet him. The cat on the other hand makes that happy 'merp' type sound having recognized who is barging in and immediately goes over to head butt Cloud on the leg while purring loudly.]
[He stands up and starts to move closer to Cloud. As he does the glow of light pierces the darkness and the masamune appears in his hand.]
If you fear this so much then end it.
[He raises his hand but plunges the blade into the floor in front of where Cloud stands. After that, he heads back to sit down again.]
If my blade is not fitting, Zack keeps his cabin unlocked with the weapon of his you once carried.
[He gestures slightly around them.]
Generally makes that pointless, perhaps for you it'll be different. My words to you before we're not anything to deceive you. My strength and abilities have been returned for some time now if I wanted to injure you or your --
[What does he even refer to Abel as? He's trying not to think about that..]
Regardless of that, if I wanted to do something to cause you pain, I would have already done so. You know this.
No.
[Yes. So much so he wanted to bash Abel's face in, but didn't.]]
I am beyond human emotions.
[He hates it. He hates that he feels so much and it's harder to ignore and pretend he doesn't, especially when Cloud is involved. He's still good at acting like nothing's there but not enough so that Zack didn't figure it out.
And now Cloud --
But it doesn't matter anyway. Nothing does. He's also realized that as well]
What you do, and with who, is of no concern to me.
[Which is totally why he interrogated them both.]
He looks at the blade for a moment, briefly considering it's effectiveness against himself with it's restrictions. Not that death would really do anything here, he'd just come back and still be miserable. After a moment the blade simply vanishes into thin air.]
Do as you wish.
His defensiveness says otherwise.
[Not that he thinks Cloud is lying here, but Abel was awfully defensive over Cloud to a point Sephiroth didn't like at all (but Sephiroth also has issues so)]
The moment he allowed himself closer to happiness here is the same moment he realized none of it is real anyway.]
Is there anything else, Cloud? What is keeping you here?
[Cloud will leave again like he did before. Sephiroth knows this, he just can't fully accept it.]
[That's only half true. The negative lifestream is dark and not as bright as the regular lifestream. It's full of sorrow, dread, despair, all sorts of emotions opposite of joy and happiness.
Which is fitting to how he feels right now.
But since Cloud commented on it, he lifts a hand a hand, telekinetically turning on the lights revealing the state of his cabin.
... Which is actually pretty simple. Nothing really out of place or anything, but it's pretty boring, plain, and looks like something inside the main shinra building of old.
On one of the far walls is something that looks kind of like Cloud's wolf emblem carved into the wall. But that's about what he has for decoration.]
[Though Cloud hadn't yet asked, now he gets to know that even Geostigma gets solved in the end. Sephiroth figures it's something he'd ultimately want to know.
His eyes stay on Cloud as he edges closer to the carving. Oh. Right. That.]
I believe it is the emblem you wear.
[There you go, Cloud. That's something of a joke.]
[Cloud knows what Church]
Being connected to the lifestream itself, the power there made it go dormant.
[That was her doing. He knew she was trying to foil his plans from within the lifestream from the start.]
As for that ...
[He moves closer to where Cloud is standing, though not directly beside him, more like behind still a bit of a distance away.]
Consider it a reminder from when you left the first time.
And speaking of sad and adorable, Sephiroth is going to walk up by now.]
You can take it if you want. The cat.
[He gestures towards it.]
[He says as though he read Cloud's mind. He didn't. He can't at the moment. It's just the next logical thought since Cloud asked if it had a name, it doesn't, so he can give it one.
The cat, being a cat, proceeds to do the cat thing of not getting up or moving but laying down, still completely in the way.]
[This is audio because he can't keep his hands from shaking, but audibly he sounds totally fine.] I just wanted to let you know that I'm fine and I wanted to check in myself, to make sure you were okay.
[He's just going to leave out the part where he broke a weight in front of his face with his bare hand.]
He has no right to know what you do or who you talk to, or why. [His tone might be a little harder than intended, but it's not something he can stomach well. And since Cloud didn't answer the first time, he'll repeat himself.] Now, are you okay?
I will be fine. I didn't take this position because it was safe, I did it because it was worth it, and your safety is also worth it. [Not that he doesn't think what he'd just done was stupid, but in his mind it was necessary.] Just because he will doesn't mean it isn't worth protecting. No matter if it's tomorrow or six months from now, the only time he should ever get to know why you do anything is because you let him know yourself.
[His own name had been just gifted to someone he'd intended on telling it to eventually far sooner than he wanted because of Cain, even the little things that he shared weren't his to know or tell. Cloud deserved better than he got.]
The question gets a sigh out of him, gently biting at the scar on his lip out of habit before speaking up.] I just...Don't want to stand idly by and watch the same thing happen to someone else. I won't speak for you, but i'll definitely speak up if you need me to.
[Because no one had been there to speak up for him when he'd needed it, it's the least he can offer for Cloud.]
[Like giving himself permission to say all the things he hadn't said for himself and should have when it was happening. It's not entirely selfless of him Cloud, don't feel too bad.]
You just missed him actually, he and I traded places during the Flood. I'm glad you didn't get the chance to meet him, he's not good at polite conversation.
[The compliment makes him smile though, appreciating it.] Thank you, I try to be. It can be difficult sometimes, though.
[It was still circling around to bite him in the ass, the importance of first impressions and his first three days on board.] But thank you. I'm still finding my footing. Takes a bit, but I think I might almost be there. It'd been two months so that's long enough to learn to keep my head above the water.
No one likes bitchy except you when you're talking to yourself and can say all the things you'd like to say outloud but really shouldnt.
I'm used to talk just being talk, you get into a real fight back home, you get sent to the brig. It doesn't work like that here, but there is still usually some kind of punishment.
Best to avoid it If you don't care what they think, you shouldn't care enough about what they might say to get into a fight anyway.
[He shrugs, unsure if they're getting anywhere with this anyways.] Regardless, just something to keep in mind. It's incredibly easy to ruffle feathers on this boat, it feels rather small after a while and it's hard to avoid people you dislike without just hiding in your room. [He's been dancing around Jacob and it still feels awkward when they pass each other in the hall or can just see him seated across the room during meals.] You'll do what you'll do though I imagine. I just hope you're careful.
I'll try not to, just take good care of yourself and then I'll have no reason to. Though on that note, I should let you go. Let me know if you need anything, alright? I'm usually available and I don't mind a call.
Is Sephiroth bothering you?
Among other things, that's literally my job.
But, quick check: what are you planning to do?
I'm not saying this to discourage you from doing anything. I just want to workshop it first. Collaborate. Right?
You're worried about Sephiroth messing with other people because of you. Do you want him interacting with you at all, or do you want space?
I don't want to put you on the spot feeling like you have to manage him, so I want to say, if you get worried about how he interacts with anyone else, tag me in, all right?
But I also don't want to make you feel like you can't deal with him yourself if and only if you want to.
So, how about: I'll let you handle how he interacts with you and vice versa, but if there's something that's really bugging you, you can call me about that, too, and I can butt in.
Sorry about the many and diverse shitty things about this ship, but welcome back to the Barge.
Hello, I'm Allen Walker.
I wondered if you'd like to meet?
[He doesn't necessarily think it's likely that they'll talk about anything that needs real privacy, but there's no reason not use it since it's available.]
Allen's also 5'8", though he has the look of a teenager who hasn't yet grown into his adult height. He has white hair and silver-grey eyes, but it's the scar that cuts across his eye and down the left side of his face that's particularly memorable. He's dressed in black too, though his uniform has red trims. He lifts his hand, smiling.]
Hello.
There's a room on the left? [The golem - proves not to just be a gold ball on Allen's shoulder, as Timcanpy spreads his wings to lead the way.]
You arrived recently?
[He believes in being polite, and that can sometimes mean being to the point with someone who isn't overly talkative.]
Did you chose to come here?
Exorcists are tasked with destroying Akuma. [He's stating facts, not without emotion - he can't speak of Akuma without emotion - but it's just meant to lay out the information. He rubs the back of his neck, with a small sigh.]
They move about cloaked in flesh, but I can always see their true forms, and what they carry with them.
[It's a monstrous act. So much so that say that feels redundant. He touches his left eye for a moment.]
No, they can't. That's why Exorcists wear this uniform. Akuma are driven to try to kill Exorcists, so we draw their attacks as much as we can. [As most Exorcists can't see the Akuma until after they evolve into a more monstrous form, they're often a bit jumpy.]
[Allen doesn't hate many people. There are days when he doesn't even hate the Millennium Earl. Then there are times when all he can remember the weight of his dead father on his ten year old shoulders and the Millennium Earl smiling down at him. He shakes his head.]
The only thing I can do for the dead back home is let them rest. Set them free. Here... You chose to come here for a reason. [He rubs the back of his neck, sheepish.] I don't expect you share that with a stranger, but someone will know eventually. So it only seems fair to share the life that brought me here. [He has several stark examples of what a lack of information can do to your choices.]
"...I know. But I... Even so, I still want to be a destroyer who can save others."
Allen still remembers those words, from so long ago. He doesn't know if he has managed to do anything but destroy.
He looks down at his hands.]
...I would like to help the dead in a way that's not just destroying them. It's kind of a selfish wish...
[The Barge offers a chance for it to not only to be selfish.]
I think about that sometimes: what will happen when we stop the Earl. There will still be consequences. Not ones that threaten the world [hopefully], but all those people will still be dead. The pain they left behind will still be there. Everything the Black Order has done to stop him.
Even if it turns out it was truly needed to save the world, it doesn't mean it wasn't wrong. We'll still have to bear that guilt. Even before there's some sort of 'end'...
Just before I came here, there were already consequences to some of the experiments they've done. Alma killed a lot of people. He would've killed if more if he could. I still chose to send him to a place where he could have peace in the time he had left, away from the Order. [He laughs a little, regaining his smile.]. Against their orders, so I lost my job for that. If the Admiral hadn't offered me a job, I'd probably be back to street performance!
[After a moment's thought he adds:] In my experience.
You're born an Exorcist, though a lot of people never know unless they come into contact with a fragment of Innocence they bond to. I was born with mine, so I learned about them when I was pretty young. I spent a while training after that, before I joined the Black Order.
That's what we call our anti-Akuma weapons. You have to be able to connect to a fragment to be an Exorcist. For most people, it takes the form of a piece of... equipment.
It's why Akuma try to kill Exorcists [which is useful in flushing them out. The Earl wants every fragment of Innocence destroyed, so no one can stop him.
[He rubs the back of his neck.]
I don't really know. If you need something, I'll try my best to get it for you. It seems like sometimes that's the best a temporary warden can do. But I guess I'd also say... what do you think it takes to make up for a mistake? Is walking away at the end truly enough? [Because it seems to him that Cloud had said it was enough for Allen, but he doesn't know if he applies that same standard to himself.]
[He knows that everyone's 'graduation' is different, so he can't claim to certainty in how to help someone get there, but he thinks that being able to lay out what might have brought someone to the Barge can be the first step to dealing with it.]
I believe that I was right to disobey the Black Order, when I did, but I'm not sure I was right to walk away. I'm... dangerous. Maybe it would've been safer for the world if I stayed locked up.
In not giving up, I might have doomed people I love.
If I made the wrong choice and I ended up here for it... I would still believe that the only way to really move forward would still be to find some sort of belief in the future.
[He’s pretty sure he’s met wardens who’ve fallen into at least one of the categories.]
I know there are circumstances where it would be better if I was locked up - if it was some place secure. But that's only partly because of me. [He considers it entirely his fault, for the failure of self-control, but he wouldn't blame someone else in his situation the same way.]
Thank you for talking to be. I won't keep you.
I hope you'll ask if you need anything.
[Knock knock knock!]
Anyone home?
[She doesn't want to sneak in, and this isn't for talk time. At all! It's fun time.]
[She squeaks, and hops around to see...Cloud.
Great start.]
Hey...
Nice door.
[Should have just claimed he scared her, or gotten turned into a cat...]
Still, she leaned over to touch his arm.]
Do I need a reason to visit you?
[Even if she didn't visit before? It's totally normal.]
[She offered a gentle sigh, but her hand dropped.]
Can we talk?
[She can raid his closet and talk at the same time.]
Or me absolutely hurting you and needing to apologize?
No, not really.
[It really wasn't a conversation meant for the hallway. So she goes in without a fuss, glancing around. One part a reminder of the past; another of a future she didn't share. Could not share. Not in the way they both would have wanted- her alive.
Lightly, her fingers touch one of the walls, before turning back to him.]
I haven't tried to get to know you, like I said I would. I've pretended that what I said? What I did? Didn't happen. I've been taking advantage of...you just letting me do what I want.
And I keep pretending that I'm not dead.
And the reason...she closed her eyes, briefly, before looking up at him with those bright green eyes, up into those mako blue.]
It's selfish really.
[Her voice was quiet. Subdued. Unlike Aerith who was always so bright, so cheerful. But she's at least admitting to what she has done.]
I couldn't stand seeing you in pain. And it was...easier, to act as if nothing was wrong. I was running away, you know? And I was happy.
That you were here. But...Vincent reminded me time has passed. Things have changed, and the world moved on.
...I kissed you because....I wanted to kiss you.
She tries to think and she can't think of a good answer.
Slowly, Aerith shakes her head.]
Because I care about you. I like you Cloud.
But...I don't think I should kiss you again until I get to know you better.
Her face flushed, but she nodded.]
Yes. I love Zack.
[And she had feelings for Cloud too but...it was different. Zack was the sun, and Cloud was the earth. But...time had passed.
And Cloud deserved someone who loved one person completely, not love and care for two.]
Cloud...
[She starts. Stops. Takes in a deep breath.]
I don't need to know that right now.
I love you as a friend. If I lived, maybe it would have been different.
[Her hand dropped. But she never looked away from his face.]
I'm not even a person to you anymore, am I? So... don't tell me.
Not until you're ready.
[Her mouth trembles once, showing the emotion she was holding back. She did this. She did this to him, and her. But he had already come up with reasons why he wasn't good enough for her, didn't he?
Or that she wasn't good enough, couldn't love him couldn't try to bring him close and kiss him because...what? Because she was dead? Because he was alive?
Because she was nothing more then a painful memory?
The stammering was answer enough.
She moved to walk past him, her gaze finally sliding away from his face.]
Just...don't.
Someone is free to tell Cloud that he has a visitor. It's okay.
If she has to, Aerith will wait all day for him to arrive for this simple gift.]
Just like her and Vincent are neighbors, Cloud has a neighbor from their world too. Still, she smiles at the weird cat thing, but doesn't move from where she's stationed.]
Hi Cloud.
[She holds out the plate, with the cake on it.]
Happy birthday.
[It's very to the point, but...there's no point of hiding why she was here, was there?]
[She takes in a deep breath.]
This...I asked the Admiral for your mom's cake.
[And now it's all his. She's not looking at his face either. Just the cake being offered.]
[For Cloud...she wanted his birthday to feel special. That the past wouldn't be full of terrible things.
And a cake made by her? Didn't feel like it would cut it.
So she follows him in, careful to mind the cat. It would be terrible if she dropped such a precious gift.]
She nods, and walks in, making to gently set the cake down before hopping up onto the stool. Only when Cloud calls attention to it does she look up. Surprised, Aerith peers at it for a few moments before turning her head to look at Cloud.]
Nope, not me. I wished I thought of it.
[This was a really nice gift though. She hopes this too makes Cloud happy.]
She doesn't know. And really, it doesn't matter. Her eyes drift over to Cloud, and sees how much it means to him.
But gently, she moves to touch his hand and stop him.]
No- it's okay.
[She's quick to move her hand away, and makes to slide off of her stool. Sitting here-no. It wasn't right. This was his private space, and she was acting as if everything was normal.
It wasn't. Even with what she now knew, thanks to Vincent. It was Cloud's birthday, and this gift wasn't going to have any strings attached. No emotional turmoil. None of that.
That wasn't what a friend would do.]
I just came by to drop off the cake. And, well, to wish you a happy birthday.
That's all.
Well.
Aerith pauses, and comes back. His hand reaching for her. Aerith reaches out slowly, and offers a gentle touch, fingers to fingers.
If he allows it that is.]
I'd be happy to. I just- I didn't want to intrude.
Aerith only wanted to pull and push when he needed it. When he wanted it.
And he opened up to her, explaining the cake, how precious it was. She was glad she made this request.
It made her smile, and she almost forgot the slice in front of her.
So she takes her fork, and she takes a bite. And the taste flows over her tongue, bursting with strawberries, hazelnuts- the taste of Cloud's childhood.]
I should have asked for the recipe too. This is...really, really good.
[She likes it. It's not a rush or a push. The weight of the world isn't on them.
It's just two people celebrating a birthday. They can be just two people. No Barge. No tragedy. Just them. But...that too, needed to be said.
Slowly, Aerith reached over to touch the back of Cloud's hand.]
I'm sorry too. I didn't let you talk.
It was really selfish of me.
[Cupcakes, cake, anything. Anything that'd be fun.
She could argue too that she went about it the wrong way but no. They both hurt each other. That was enough.
And she doesn't want to pull away from his hands.]
It can be now. The Greenhouse helped.
[She had dirt under her hands, and working as hard as she could? Helped.
She looked up into his face, into the eyes she adored so much. This time, she was confident. She could handle it.]
I'm ready.
[Even if they have to go to the Enclosure for apple picking, it'll be worth the experience.
Ah. And here comes the tough part. She takes in a deep breath and nods.]
Yeah. I remember. It was...really bad.
[To put it mildly.]
When Sephiroth died, right?
But it confirms what Vincent told her. But it still hurts her heart to hear him confess.
Gently, she puts her hand on top of his. And both hands squeeze his.]
Cloud...
[She sighed quietly, before shaking her head.]
You did more then any SOLIDER could. Still do more.
Honestly...you'll always be first class to me.
But she listens. Listens to his shame of hiding his face to his hometown; hoe he did get to see his mom one last time.
Though hearing that she'd been bragged about...her face warms, and she ducked her head.]
We were going to go on a date when he came back.
[It's a shy admission. But honest all the same.]
I told him I'd wear pink for him. It'd go with the ribbon he gave me when we met.
[It's funny to confess it. It seems so long ago now, for so many. But she still remembered. Still keeps two pieces of her heart right there- one, from her mother, the other from her love. It was little wonder she was drawn to him, maybe as much as he was to her. Zack was what brought them together, even after his death.
Maybe Cloud was a person Zack had mentioned, during one of their many calls. Not when it was just the two of them, she thought. That time- it was for each other.
But she listened quietly. Zack...shining brightly. Eliminating threats, filled with honor and hope. There was a worse person to take after, fight like, then Zack Fair.
Hearing that Cloud had to come in later...after Zack fought Sephiroth, a man he no doubt admired greatly...that had to be hard for both of them.]
You still were there, in the end right? And you helped Zack, were his friend.
[More then any other SOLIDER. Technical details aside.]
But...Cloud, there were years when you two went missing.
[Is he ready? She doesn't know. But she'll listen.]
[And a couple of other things, but that was the gist of it. She goes quiet again, listening to the background. So...Cloud had finished him off. Threw him in even, which made her lips quirked. That sounded like something Cloud would do.
But the experiments...she winces, and her grip tightens on his hands briefly. Oh. She knows. She knows it very well.
She supposed Zack had already been augmented. It might have been it. But...four years. Four years. That had to be so hard on both of them.
And mako poisoning...that would explain the mako blue of Cloud's eyes.]
And you beat the odds. Again, and again. Cloud...
I know you don't want to hear this but...you really are amazing.
She would have liked to it go on about Zack getting lost, some of the silly things he did with his boundless energy. The puppy bouncing before he sobered- after Angeal broke his heart. She remembered that.
To hear that he had been coming back to her, to find her- she would have hid them. If she could have- helped them both hide. Made sure all three of them would have been on the run together. But Shinra...did what Shinra did.
Took care what it thought would be an embarrassment, should Zack and Cloud told their story to the media. It had lost too many first class SOLIDERs already. It was all...so, so awful.
Aerith had to close her eyes, tipping her head down. She was quiet, and her shoulders shook once. He'd been so close.
No wonder she'd felt his death.]
Cloud...
[She shook her head, and her hands squeezed his. Not as tight. But gently. So gently.]
Don't take his choice away from him.
No one else saw Zack break down after, unable to do more then cry.]
No...I get it. I really do.
[Another Hans squeeze. Knowing that someone had protected you for so long? Helped you escape experiment after experiment? Was going out there to die and you couldn't do anything about it?
It hurt.]
It must have been terrible.
[And heart breaking. Zack was a first class, meant to go against armies. It must have taken...forever.]
And the worst of it was...Cloud having to crawl to a dying man. The man she loved, and the one he adored.
And to forget? All of it? To become the man instead?
The pain Cloud went through- still felt- the guilt of it all...]
Cloud...
[She gently tugged his hands. Tried to tug him to her for a gentle embrace.]
Come here.
[That was his burden. She didn't blame him a wit. The fact he survived after being drenched in mako was a miracle. But that wasn't the issue here.
They both needed to mourn to the person they loved, had left behind: Zack Fair.]
Instead, he had tragedy, again and again. It's no wonder he had sunk into pain, unable to breathe or reach out.
Aerith rubbed his back slowly, squeezing him. Trying to give him the chance he needed to breathe. Cloud...needed to breathe.
Aerith didn't say anything. There was nothing she could say to that. Nothing would make it better. But she could be here for him. Let him grieve, and encourage him to enjoy a good memory, after.]
And then she died. Maybe she had taken a part of him with her, invertingly.
But now there's a chance to heal. Though...she wouldn't be surprised if he tried to sabotage his graduation in an attempt to stay with those he sp dearly loved.
But the crying done, it seemed it was time for apologizing. Aerith shook her head, and touched his cheek. A brief, assuring touch before drawing away.]
It's better then what I thought might happen.
I was worried you wouldn't let me in.
[Silly really. But they had hurt each other, badly.]
But that hand offering, the introduction...that was right. He was right. She was thoughtful for a few moments, looking at his hand up to his face.
Starting over. They weren't who they said they were, florist and bodyguard. They were more then that now, and would become so much more. Warden and Inmate.
Friend, and friend.
Aerith slid off of her stool, and took his hand, offering a firm, yet gentle shake.]
Aerith Gainsbourgh. Nice to meet you too.
[Her smile was soft, and she took him in. Something had eased in her chest. They'd be okay. Though...it seemed that some things didn't change, despite the years between them.
Her eyes sparkled, but she didn't laugh.]
Starving. Let's eat and we can ask each other questions.
Like...what's your favorite? Coffee? Or tea?
[Little questions. Soft questions, that would get them to know one another, bit by bit.]
[She smiled up at him. She thought that it would be easy but both of them...had different social tiers of how much they could handle. But she at least walked out easy enough, hands behind her back as she walked towards the dining hall.]
Hmm...coffee in the morning, tea at night. Or afternoon.
I like the little kick in the morning.
So...how do you take your coffee?
[Sorry Cloud. You're going to be pestered with the dumbest questions.]
[Though the idea of Cloud in a uniform...cute.It was funny, trying to find out about his past self, walking in the halls if a ship that was in space so far from home.
Something she thought was impossible.]
My bushy tailness is natural, thank you very much. But sometimes it needs a boost.
Especially because I'm used to awful coffee.
Maybe I just need to learn from someone how to make it right.
[Though that makes her wonder if Shinra troops would get a decent cup.]
But so does Cloud Strife, Shinra trooper.
[She shakes her head, smiling. Cloud must have had a lot of moments where he was asleep on his feet. Poor guy.]
But anyway- so does this mean we should steal Vincent's supply, or just bug him to make us coffee in the morning?
[She smiles at him. Him, a delivery boy? It sounded like he was running around delivering newspapers. But really...it is mostly what they were doing when they were trying to find Sephiroth and save the world to make gil. And to help others.
Some of it by her prompting, but still. But her smile warms.]
I'm glad she reopened it. And that your own business too.
[Gently, she bumps her shoulder against his.]
Want to steal his coffee right now? It'd go well with the cake.
As far as I know, you're the first person he's ever showed interest in. Ever. ... Before I stick my foot in it, I'd like to ask, is this mutual, or something I should not be trying to encourage?
[There's a thread of uncertainty there. are you safe cloud. do you need an adult.]
[So what was it about the Littlest SOLDIER? Was it truly as simple as Cloud was the first one to hand Sephiroth his teeth, gift-wrapped in Fuck You paper with a nice Die Now bow? It can't be, that'd be ridiculous.
And yet for someone who'd never been defeated on his own terms..
Angeal raises a hand though; this isn't alright but he also wouldn't exert too much pressure. It's not his relationship to figure out.]
He's my friend, even if he doesn't remember me. You're the protégé of my protégé, and maybe you could be a friend too; I am going to worry about it. I kind of have to. ...But I'm not here to try to push you into something you're not interested in. Sounds to me you've gotten a rough enough deal as it is.
There's a reason he doesn't look the twenty five he really is. Too much worrying.]
He spoke highly of you, in terms I don't really associate with casual interest.
[For Sephiroth, it was nearly an expression of undying devotion. And as much as he wants Sephiroth to have some precious relationship like that.. ... Saying the man could be overwhelming was a vast understatement.]
I know I'm a stranger to you, but I'd like to help. In either direction. If he's something you'd like, I might know a trick or two to really get his attention. If you don't ... then as his friend it's my duty to make sure he doesn't make a complete ass of himself while relearning what 'no' means.
[He's seen Sephiroth being pushy too, though about very different things.
But it's not 'no'. It isn't 'I want him to stay away', and it also isn't 'yes I'm totally here for this', and Angeal remains quiet for a minute, puzzling things out. He'd been told what happens, more or less, in very broad terms. He knows Sephiroth's here for a reason. And maybe he never would have been if his only two friends hadn't abandoned him.
It isn't the deaths of family and friends and town that come to mind first when Angeal thinks of Sephiroth.]
But I also don't want you to think it's an obligation, given ... this ship, and our goals of improvement.
[Of redemption. Love could be a very powerful tool for that kind of thing, but Cloud's here to change his own life, that was as important as Sephiroth's.]
He doesn't call or text in advance - he just goes to find him. ]
Thank you. It's the door with mosaics on Level Five. I'll be home all afternoon.
It takes a moment for her to open the door, because Ulla moves slowly on land in her usual form, slithering to the door on a long black eel's tail.
And her cabin is also designed for someone aquatic. There's a narrow strip of gray sand just inside the doorway, with a floating fishbowl/bathtub sort of device and a modified wheelchair taking up a considerable amount of it. The rest is water, except for a ramp leading up to a balcony.
The door and the ramp are all covered in mosaics in pearl and shell and precious stone. Ulla needed a hobby. The door has geometric patterns on the outside, while the inside features a wolf, butterflies, a barnacle goose, and a pool with a pair of chimera fish. The ramp is ocean themed, from deep and dark at the base up to filtered sunlight at the top. The balcony is definitely designed for human shaped people, filled with a lamp and a pair of comfy armchairs and Ulla's wooden harp carved with Celtic knotwork.
She'll offer Cloud a smile. "Please come in. There are chairs up the ramp so we can sit."
"The balcony is a fairly new addition," she tells him. "More people visit my cabin now than they used to. I didn't bother making it more hospitable to land-dwellers while I was an inmate."
She'll settle into one of the comfy chairs, tail draped over the arm, and a couple tentacles stretch over the balcony railing, where an octopus had been hanging mostly out of didn't. Ulla pulls him into her lap. "This is my partner, Hjerte."
And he adds in a warm baritone, "Pleased to meet you. I'm like part of Ulla, given body and voice. She wouldn't have invited an entirely separate person to your meeting."
Ulla nods. "For two and a half years. I graduated almost two years ago, and I've had an inmate of mine graduate already. So aside from asking you what you need, I'm willing to answer any questions you ask. About the Barge in general, or my personal experiences."
As for the rest of it, what brought him here... "I don't presume I'll earn your trust immediately, but if there's anything you're willing to share, I'll listen."
"Mostly temporary wardens are here to make sure you have what you need, that you're alright, and that you don't go killing other passengers. Only one of mine kept an eye out for me after our pairing ended. I try to do better, but people are exhausting sometimes and I don't always keep up as well as I should."
She's a little cynical. Except... "I think their real purpose is less what we do for you in the month we're paired, and more testing the waters for permanent pairings. The Admiral didn't even wait out the full month I was Warren's temporary inmate before he paired us permanently. And James was assigned as my inmate right as our temporary pairing was due to end. Some people get paired a month or two later. It's a matter of connection and common ground, usually."
Ulla is always more prone to frankness than tact, so she'll tell him, "I don't know Zack well, but he's close with my warden, Warren, whose judgement I trust more than anybody else's. I work with Vincent in the infirmary, and I offered to help Aerith get plants from home. Sephiroth was annoying enough that I decided back when I was an inmate to ignore him as much as possible. It's boring listening to rants about how superior someone is. ...Though I suppose I haven't noticed as many of those lately. I'm not sure if he changed his mind or just got bored too."
"Why ask the Admiral for things we could handle ourselves? It isn't necessary. My magic is mostly just limited by understanding and creativity. And the Enclosure lets me see plants from any world I want, including yours, which helps with the understanding part."
Ulla smiles wryly. "I'll request things for my inmates, but I hardly ever need to make requests on my own behalf. Twice so far; adding the ramp and balcony, in case he didn't want me changing the structure of the cabin myself, and modifying the transportation device by the door to fix a... vulnerability that got me killed last year. I have no idea how that thing works. I couldn't change it myself."
"Sildroher have innate magic, and it works through song. I'm a very good composer with a lot of raw power, plus Hjerte amplifies it, which means my skill is rarely the problem. It's that to do anything, I need to understand it well enough to describe it musically. Like a language, but in notes, not words. The more complex the spell, the more complex the song it requires."
So Ulla does a lot of studying any time someone asks her for something new.
She grimaces at the latter question, though. "The one with the water. Energy weapon, heated it and boiled me alive. It's impervious to that sort of temperature change now."
Ulla hums acknowledgement, and then she'll ask, "Do you have ideas of why you're here, or what you'll need to work on? I'm willing to answer anything you like about my own experience, in case it helps you at all."
On that note, "You don't ever have to worry about... politeness, or prying, with me. If I'm actually here to help, and if I win magical deals beyond even the scope of my power for it, it's only fair to offer something in return. I protect other people's privacy; I'll protect yours. But I'm not looking to protect my own."
"When I came, I didn't want anything but revenge. Being stuck here just felt like... an obstacle that I couldn't see a way past. I spent six months refusing to talk about things that mattered, another year and a half refusing to fully trust anyone, and six months past that struggling to figure out anything to want from my life beyond vengeance."
So really, he's already doing better than her just by wanting to do the work.
"I was betrayed and left for dead by the only two friends I'd ever had. I survived, but I lost my home and my people and the body I was born with. Meanwhile, the two of them took credit for my work and used it to claim the throne." And Signy's betrayal cut much deeper than Roffe's. The person Ulla loved most in the world.
"My warden always believed I didn't need to give it up entirely to graduate. He was the first person I willingly trusted after that. And then I graduated the moment he asked me to go with him after the Barge, and I said yes."
Cloud, asleep in a coffin.]
[So maybe.]
[Just asking.]
But I can do it if you're feeling shy~
To Cloud, not Sephiroth.]
So Cloud- I was hoping you'd join me in helping Vincent.
He hasn't been sleeping well since stuff happened and...I thought we could sit with him sometimes.
Make sure he has someone with him when he's having nightmares.
Right. Maybe we can tell him in a day or two?
I think he needs time to brace himself for people in his space again.
[Even if they wouldn't be looming over his coffin...]
[She considers. Hums under her breath.]
If you want- maybe I can bring some cards or a board game? It'll keep us up.
Or you can pick something. They have that in the library.
I'll pick, but we'll only play something if you're in the mood.
[She'll bring a few then. Maybe get Vincent to play a game or two before getting him to bed.]
[She wouldn't try to. It's just meant to be a time waster.]
He doesn't want to be any sort of warden, but there's really no getting around that.]
You're Cloud.
[Good, solid start. Corvo clears his throat.]
I'm Corvo. Attano. Admiral wants me to see to you this month, but you're my first assignment since graduating so I'm not really sure how to go about this.
[He pauses a moment.]
Do you drink? This is easier over a drink.
That's how I found out I graduated.
"Sit wherever you'd like."
"Good spot," he remarks lightly.
"Never really knew how to be. Wasn't really my job."
"I was the - the Empress' bodyguard," he finally explains. "Then I was an assassin. Now I am the Spymaster."
He laughs a little, resting his fingertips against his glass. "She's part of the reason I graduated. Kicked my ass enough. Didn't know you two were from the same place."
"I say let her do it. Did me a lot of good. You surprised to see her here?"
He stares down at his glass, all cheer gone for the moment. "I didn't know that," he admits. "What - happened?"
"Does she know what happens?" he wonders, as he hasn't actually asked her from when she is.
"Why not?" he wonders, because he has a suspicion that he needs clarified.
Disease, he knows. He isn't sure what a Lifestream is, but he know what disease does.
"And you don't know what happened after you died?"
Which he is exceptionally embarrassed about, but it's the truth.
He sits back, clearly not finished, but taking a drink anyway. This is the most he's talked in a long time and it doesn't come naturally to him.
"I was killed when I was saving the young Empress. So the last thing I saw was her dangling over a lighthouse."
And he made sure to see it in real time before he left. Time would stop, the world would stop, and he has only the image of her safe.
He laughs and it's a bitter, ugly sound. "You're not a bad bodyguard. Shit happens."
"You what?" he wonders softly, a gentle probe.
"You get any sleep at all?" he wonders.
He tilts his glass towards him. "What do you want out of this?"
And it suited him. He didn't need someone else telling him what to do. He needed someone to walk with him and challenge him.
He shakes his head. "You gotta trust her to do what she needs to do. And if she gets a whiff for a single damn second that you're thinking of not graduating because she's here, you know she's going to be angry." He's never actually seen her angry, but he's sure it happens!
He sits back and takes a drink, but it's slow and thoughtful, considering Cloud across the way. "What would your deal be? If you stayed as a warden after you graduate?"
He clears his throat. "Maybe ask around to the ones who have gotten their deals. They might have a little more insight for you."
[And it's a job that has obvious results!]
[A bike? He likes bikes.]
[He's guessing a lot of people in that city aren't.]
How is a disease memetic? Psychic, I understand, but memetic?
Yeah, we got shit like that back home. No one I know, but I've heard of people trying to buff soldiers by injecting them with all sorts of shit.
I'll ask her when she's free. Would tomorrow afternoon work for you?
I have two questions when you are at liberty to discuss them: one professional, one personal.
I am in the process of gathering a warden consensus on placing a fabrication lab in the Maintenance bay - primarily for the recycling of waste products and refurbishing them into other uses. Wood, plastics, and metals chiefly. We could construct a modeling and build screen that could be made easily accessible to the rest of the ship.
As the other inmate in Maintenance, would you have a use for this?
Yes.
My warden believes that my graduation lies in making me sociable, likable, and politically astute. He has tasked me to ask others here about whether they find me strange and the reasoning behind it, so that I can course-correct.
Do you find my behavior odd or off-putting?
And now your opinion has presumably changed.
At your convenience, I’d like to meet. Is there a place or time that works best for you?
[ With a plan agreed upon, Archer hangs up. And he will be waiting for Cloud at the door to the Lounge. ]
He nods once, unlocks the door to the Lounge, and gestures for Cloud to go in.
Once they both have a drink (something strong whiskey for him) and somewhere to sit, Archer considers the other for a moment before speaking. ]
In the interest of full disclosure, I’ve been on this ship for close to five years. And you are not the first Cloud I’ve spoken to.
Because of that I have one question to start with - how would you say things are with Sephiroth at this moment?
[ In other words, does he need to be concerned or are things level enough to not be fussed with. He’s not going to touch that issue if he doesn’t need to. ]
[ It’s a brisk, business-like answer. They’re only temporarily paired so Archer is fine with leaving it at that. ]
Is there anything you need assistance with presently? Or questions you have for me?
You’re the first one to ask me that, actually.
[ It’s a fair question, though, so Archer weighs his response seriously before he gives it. ]
I would say I generally strive to take an objective approach, as opposed to a more emotional one. I’m not built very well for that, and I don’t pretend that I am.
There is very little that surprises me anymore, and I have seen enough death that we are old acquaintances.
I’m not sure if that’s the sort of answer you’re looking for, but I expect the people I was once paired to could give you better insight than I can.
[ Archer takes another swig of his drink. ]
I confess I still haven’t learned how to be a temporary Warden very well, but if you need help or want something while we’re paired, you only need to ask.
I can also listen if there’s ever anything you want to talk about.
Don’t misunderstand. It’s not for lack of experience or basic training - though all of us could probably benefit from something at the outset. It’s more that there is a certain amount of mutual trust and understanding that goes - or should go into Warden-Inmate pairings. And that is very difficult to establish in a month, especially when you know it’s very likely that you will have an entirely different person the following month.
The Admiral does this, I’m sure, as a means of making sure Inmates are supervised - but also to see how well certain people might work together.
But a ‘temporary’ pairing still sets the expectation that whatever rapport is built in thirty days will end. That’s what makes it difficult.
But there is a difference between continuing an acquaintance or…friendship, as the case may be…and being…responsible.
I knew the last person I was paired with fairly well even before the Admiral made things official - and I was already doing what I thought I could to help him.
But a permanent pairing involves a different sort of…obligation. It means you have been entrusted with the soul of another person, and that is no small thing. And with the stakes being as such…failure is not an option.
Other Wardens may take a different view - but that is how I think of it.
The second one hasn't happened to me personally, but I know others it has happened to.
Logically, perhaps, one should attribute something like that to the Admiral - but that doesn't lessen the impact of losing someone who was entrusted to you.
…it is always something I am concerned about.
Mostly because I am aware that I have…certain deficits. In terms of how I interact with people.
Both Inmates I was paired with permanently ultimately graduated - but there were certainly times where I felt…out of my depth.
It is.
[ Archer drains the rest of his glass, then- ]
Was there anything else you wanted to know?
Thanks for standing up for me.
What did she do?
What the heck is wrong with this girl...
Wait. Does that mean she also attacked that man on the network too...?
Did Vincent...what the heck...
[But she winced, hearing what he said. Chaos...came out huh.]
If it was that bad, Katie went overboard.
[She sighs.]
I was going to talk to her on the network but...I'm going to track her down instead.
I'm not letting people get hurt or murdered because she felt like it.
[Vincent isn't easy to harm normally, but a girl with a hammer could do a lot of harm. And the psychic touch...she doesn't have any defense against that either.
She sighs. This is going to be a hard month.]
I will be careful. I'll even ask Vincent for a backup weapon, and make sure Zack knows where I am.
I'm not taking chances. I promise.
So um. I'm not sure how exactly Lark got the idea...maybe it was something that kind of gotten away with me..but he wants to help plan a birthday for me in a couple of weeks.
And I told him you'd help.
Sorry Cloud.
This while thing kind of got out of hand and I need some help.
[She sighs.]
I don't really know him. I just know he's Vincent Smith's warden. And he seems to think we need the Enclosure for my birthday. Because I'm popular.
[Which she's really panicking about because! That's some pressure Cloud!]
Like he can watch how it's done?
Normally I'd just politely refuse but...could you tell him I'd be more comfortable planning my own birthday? Or not having one?
I mean...it feels kind of ridiculous.
Can you even celebrate a birthday when you're not alive?
text, during the chromatique breach, post-brock breakout
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You were there the other day in the blackout block, weren't you. When the Interventionist escaped.
So, you looked like you didn't like the situation.
Before he escaped.
I'm just wondering if you're still interested in playing along with the SOPD, after what you've seen.
I understand if you don't want to text. We could just talk. In person.
[Is that risky? Absolutely. But Steve is, admittedly, a risk-taker.]
[But it is close to the border, at least. Steve doesn't expect the man to trust someone who wants him to go too far from home.]
There's an old drugstore on the corner.
Noon, in two days?
He stops when he recognizes Cloud, though, and stays put where he is so as not to appear threatening.
"Hey. Thanks for agreeing to meet me."
He knows this can't have been easy. He knows it could still be a setup. But he's got contingencies, if it is, and he'd prefer to go into this offering trust, if he can.
After all, it's a large part of the reason he called the guy here at all. If he hadn't seemed skeptical, he wouldn't be likely to turn on the police.
That grin stays put when the officer asks for a name - well, close enough - while clearly acknowledging it likely wouldn't be the real one. "You can call me Nomad," he says, which is more of an inside joke than anything, and won't mean anything - and, more importantly, won't show up on any official records anywhere. "For now," he adds, because he'd like to eventually get to a place where they could maybe exchange names.
"Look," he finally says. "I know how easy it is to get caught up in what you're doing. To think it's right, without questioning it. I just... I'd like people to think for themselves, a little more. And you seem like a guy who wants to do that. I just want to give you the chance."
"Because I'm assuming that's why you don't like what's going on in the SOPD."
Yes, it's a big assumption. But he dares you to say he's wrong.
He's got hope. That's all he's ever needed to keep him going.
"I'm after more people that are willing to think for themselves. Honestly, that's all. The world is a better place when people don't just follow blindly. Especially when they have doubts."
And sure, yeah, maybe some of those people come over to the blackout blocks and help build up the community there. That would be great. But he knows that's a farther leap of faith than what this guy is going to be willing to take right now.
"I just want you to think. About what you see. What you like. And what you don't like about the way you're living." And making other people live.
It was mostly...emphasizing parts of my life, for me. Being an Interventionist wasn't that far of a leap. How are you holding up?
Yeah, somehow I don't entirely believe that. You're not the Star Officer from San Otrera here. You can be not okay. A lot of people are a mess here.
[ Okay, even he can recognize that he sucks at this right now. The Breach didn't do much for his 'wardenly' attitude. ]
Sorry, I just...things are probably going to be...sliding back and forth for you for a week or a few weeks. You probably have some San Otrera traits still lingering in you.
[ That still doesn't feel quite right to say. ]
Well...normal-ish, I guess? For the Barge.
For now Cloud will just have to deal with Sephiroth continuing the kiss, his hands also wandering the now bare skin. He's not too lost in the moment that he'll drown Cloud, but he might push the limits just a little before he brings the both of them to the surface. It'd be too disappointing if Cloud were to die during it all.
After a moment he breaks from the kiss to move to Cloud's neck, trailing down the side and eventually to his chest as though he has to taste every inch. Which might possibly be true right now.
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