revivalproject | Seeking Out A Good Friend(s)

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Seeking Out A Good Friend(s)

WHO: Cloud Strife, Reeve Tuesti (mini-c), Following Cloud is Tony Stark. Eventually Vincent Valentine will make an appearance. -- Everyone's piling in Reeve's room.
WHERE: Reeve's Room
WHAT: Right after this thread
WHEN: See above
WARNINGS: No one is going to die. No one is going to get hurt. Cloud needs to tell the other two (Reeve and Vincent) about this planets familiarness to their own. Oh, Geostigma, is making a slight appearance. Because even a super soldier can only take so much of that ickiness and I was heavy hinting at it in the previous thread. death is mentioned. I'll update as I go, I'm being terrible right in the beginning but it'll go to replicator talk I promise!

Cloud could do nothing about their current situation. Finding an exit had been near impossible, he's thought about that. He still thinks it's some kind of social experiment being done. It could be a mental training exercise. Cloud shuddered in those thoughts if this would be an actual test within SOLDIER. He knew that mako infusion could make anyone go crazy if they didn't have a strong will. It's not an easy thing to think about but also he's been told to not continue worrying otherwise it'll eat at you.

There's plenty of people here to find comforts in. He's more combatant of Cayde and Tony because of Tony wanting to get under his skin. He grits his teeth knowing that he's dealt with plenty of people like that. Cloud's constantly trying to prove himself and it still didn't truthfully matter where it went. Being here had its own struggles. He relived so many memories but he also knew how to handle things as they come at him. He's done too many planning that ended up in failure. People died, people got hurt, he couldn't do anything in those moments. Even when learning of an immediate threat there were times where he wasn't there to help. It was slowly starting to eat away at him. He couldn't really help anyone here at the moment. He could potentially die here tomorrow because of his own illness, he's got a lot of shit on his plate already. Bringing that topic up on a first date is a real mood killer.

As he wandered through the hallway, he would start weaving as if not really following that straight line forward. He recognizes what's happening and he's not going to be all that happy about it. Cloud puts his right hand up against the wall and leans against it with right shoulder. Cloud grabs hold of his left forearm shortly after squeezing harder than he had at the table. Why now? He felt his heart beat pulsing within his ears. Cloud shuts his eyes as he focuses on his breathing to try to calm the fast beating before he continued on.

He's thankful that he doesn't feel any wetness that he normally does. Cloud bandaged it enough in case something happened. But he's going to ran out of supplies eventually. After regaining his strength he stands up straighter and gains his composer to mosey down the hallway. Once he's in front of the name plate he wanted. 'Reeve Tuesti', he gives three sharp knocks with his knuckles of his right hand.

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Vincent looked to Reeve, and he gave the man a nod for their original plan. He didn't mind which one he took; however, he wasn't sure if that was still the plan. It seemed as if that was off the table, especially if Reeve was promoting Tony's help - almost as if Tony was the only one they would have access to with the medical data point knowledge.

"One of us needs the medical data point, if not Cloud or you," His eyes were settled on the dark-haired man. "I'll take it." He didn't understand the dynamic between Reeve and Tony, nor appreciate what Cloud had to do with this rift. "Is Tony going to be a problem?" He asked, in the very least wanting to verify that much.

“I'm not taking it, due to already having to play patient and trying to find a cure. It led to me being away from everyone knowing that all of our options were coming to an end.” Cloud gives a shrug while looking at Reeve. He didn't really want to be in the middle of anything. Including fragile friendships that seemed to be based on other friends actions and not based on Reeve’s own.

“He didn't care about story time. He cares about the replicator being fixed. But I know what parts it needs, what wires it should take to fix it. Since I have the Engineering datapoint knowledge and I looked at the replicator with it.” He slowly starts to wrap the bandage around his arm since what else is he going to do with it out. Cloud does it slowly at first knowing if he goes too fast he won't cover what he actually needs. He’s been doing it himself since he got here so the movements seem skilled and quick with the wrapping around. “If you lost a friendship because of me, go get it back. Because I'm not about to handle that guilt on top of all of my other shit.”

He has enough to deal with and he’s kind of with Vincent in wanting to know if Tony would be. But-- “Tony and Cayde brought up how we’re dealing with all our worst possible memories being here. Anyone could see my memories of blowing up mako reactors, stabbing Sephiroth with his back turned, to who knows what else. Would that have changed his mind on his friendship to you?”

A problem. Yes. But not in the manner Vincent means. Not in that manner in the slightest.

“My memories have been rather easy so far,” Reeve shrugs. Which is shocking when he hears it from others.

But he sighs as he moves to sit on his bed. “Vincent, medical please. I need the engineering and Cloud, even with others here, I feel Vincent and I might well feel better if you also have one of use to fall back on.”

But the rest...

“If this place’s power structure requires draining the planet’s energy, we need to decide what to do. Because I can’t kill another world.”

Vincent noted the lack of response from Reeve about Tony. He also took note of Cloud's point of not being responsible for the loss of friendship. Vincent had his own bias opinion, which was not asked for nor needed. He did think of Cloud and Reeve as his friends, and he wouldn't hesitate to put them first before anyone else - but he's not in Reeve's shoes. Vincent doesn't know the bond Reeve developed with the stranger or what that relationship meant to the other man. It could be a higher priority than the bond he has with Cloud and himself. Vincent didn't blame Reeve or fault him for wanting to protect his partnerships here.

However, he agreed with Cloud, and the young man is not responsible for other people's actions, feelings, or motives. Tony's accountable for anything he does, says or decides with Reeve. Whatever that is, or was.

He then thought about the other subject at hand. Reeve held some guilt for what had happened on Gaia, and Vincent did not feel that was entirely Reeve's alone. Each of them was culpable in Gaia's torment, for one reason or another. Reeve did not kill Gaia, nor would he be solely responsible for killing this world. "We can think of ways to limit our carbon footprint on this world, but I don't think we can eliminate our need for resources from it completely."

Cloud watches as Reeve goes to sit on the bed. Would Tony be a problem? He fiddled with a strand of his hair before walking over to his friend. This is a situation he may be a bit used to when it came to Marlene or Denzel. Cloud does crouch a bit in front of Reeve so he doesn't seem as intimidating. “The memories I’ve been through have some questionable actions within them. But-- by talking with them they don't appear to be threatening. Impulsive and reckless, but we know people like that.” He shrugs while standing again and taking a step back.

“As long as Vincent is willing to take on medical. I’ll take on whatever point is left that I will be most interested in. We won't let you end up hurting this planet. This planet could end up being our new home for sometime or…” There’s a pause while he sighs softly. “There will come a time when we’re not here. I've encountered a few people already who have dealt with not having someone here anymore.” He doesn't want to touch more on the subject.

“Vincent has an idea.” Cloud looks at Reeve as he starts to walk backwards more. “Might be better to talk about all of this once you pick up the data point."

There's so much going on, and he can't even... He just doesn't know how to deal with it. This place was so much worse than the Iteration village. At least there he had been moderately comfortable and he had come in after a time, so things were already progressing without him.

And there wasn't a risk of burning the planet around them.

"I've been alone so long, Cloud. So very long. Before the two of you arrived I was here for months. Before even that I spent so long in another place, not completely unlike this. I've had to figure it out on my own for a while, had to learn to rely on strangers. The sorts of connections one makes with these people, yes they're fleeting but..."

That didn't make them less real. He sighs and drags his fingers briefly through his hair.

"It doesn't matter. What I care about right now is that you're alright. And I know Vincent will likely watch you just as well, if not better, than I would. So let us help you, and do not hesitate to come to me at any hour if you have need of me, Cloud."

Vincent watched Reeve and Cloud speak to one another. He considered Cloud's approach as the blond lowered himself down to meet Reeve's eye level, even beneath it. Vincent shifted his weight between his feet then moved from his place toward the other two. He felt beckoned to be closer to his friends. Especially after Reeve's comment about being alone for a long while.

With Reeve's promise to be responsive to Cloud's needs, Vincent felt he should also remind Reeve, "we're here with you now, Reeve." In that, they too would be responsive to Reeve and his needs.

Cloud stays quiet while listening to Reeve, intent on wanting to make sure that he was okay, even at his own fault. Tony's distrust should have remained on Cloud. The replicator problem could have been taken care of in a different way. Connections were important to keep and he knew that as someone did deliveries.

"We're here for you as much as I know the both of you are here for me." He focuses on Reeve while agreeing with Vincent on his soft reply. "But I don't care who you decide to be friends with, even if I don't trust them. Connections are important. I did run a delivery business." Cloud keeps in that Reeve could be friends with the Turks or Rufus Shinra. He's not going to go down that worm hole, he accepts it knowing it could be for business.

"What do you need from us?" Because he wants to make sure Reeve is okay, and if he needs privacy Cloud would understand. He'll stay if it's needed.

Um, actually... Reeve is friends with the Turks and Rufus now. But it's definitely not something he's mentioning to Cloud at his point in time. There was a reason the WRO had the funds it did.

"I just want to make sure you're okay. When you are... can I have a moment to talk to Vincent?"

Vincent cocked his head and crossed his arms. He looked down to Reeve, curious to what he had to say to him, outside of Cloud. He thought, then, about the revelation about his future. He knew Cloud came from a time before Vincent had come. Perhaps that was a weight on Reeve; Vincent did not want to burden Reeve.

"If it's about your timeline, Cloud may benefit from knowing." In other words: Vincent is fine with Reeve telling Cloud Vincent's fate.

Cloud stands up straighter while looking from Reeve and then at Vincent. He raises an eyebrow slightly before they knit towards the center in thought. Were they both from the future timeline? As confusing as that is to him, he could benefit from that information. But--

"Will it?" He can't help but ask the question quietly.

"It was something else I wanted to mention, particularly regarding the difficulty there will be with acquiring munitions for your gun," Reeve answers, giving Vincent a firm look. So there.

Vincent gave a short nod. "I have some rounds, alongside some materia." He then frowned as he looked down at Reeve's feet. He thought about the promateria, something he only knew because of Reeve. Which, then, brought him to think about Lucrecia. He then asked, "I gathered the replicator machine does not offer any sort of weaponry?"

"Someone tried asking it for bullets and got scrap metal." Cloud remembers that talk with Cayde. It's why he's annoyed about his work around here. "I asked for motorcycle fuel and a wooden baseball bat. It didn't really make too much noise, it tried to do something before shortening out. I grabbed the datapoint and noticed it was a power surge."

He's going to explain it a bit better and in detail. "I only know what parts it needs and how to fix it because of the datapoint knowledge. Otherwise I wouldn't know how it died. It could have been from my request too. But I do not plan on requesting the same items to test it."

That would be stupid.

Not what he meant to discuss with Vincent. Not even remotely the question he longed to ask, but clearly quiet time together was out through the window.

"Materia? Consider me jealous. I've not been able to use anything but my inherent magic since I arrived in the last place."

Then again, who was to say magic would work here.

"I do not know if the replicator could make materia, though. How can one copy memories like that?"

Vincent looked between the two. Though he wasn't sure if Reeve got his question out - or if all he wanted to tell him was that he couldn't use the machine to make bullets on account of Cloud asking for weapons, or items that could be used for violence, breaking the machine (if that was the popular theory). Vincent isn't convinced of the theory, but he didn't like the idea of weighing on a possibility, he'd rather be open and know for sure.

"The Great Gospel manual. Could it create that?" Vincent eyed Reeve, then Cloud.

"I was told to go simple with it." Cloud gave a shrug at that since would the Agrii even know what that is. He wasn't even sure if the replicator could make manuals. "I was told that Cal might know more about the replicator since he put it together. I already met him, so I do plan on seeking him out."

He presses his lips together. "I will figure out a way to ask about the Great Gospel manual." Cloud doesn't think it would work. "Materia would be a work around just like the wooden baseball bat."

Cloud's logic is that the Materia could be used for non-violence but so could a wooden baseball bat. They didn't know if the replicator could sort out that information. I fought better machines. He sighs out loud knowing that was the worst possibly comeback line to say to anyone in regards to the replicator. But it was the damn truth of where he comes from.

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"I'll inspect the replicator once we've won free of this horrid space," Reeve sighs, finger coming up to massage his brow. But then... The Great Gospel. Was there even another who could learn the thing? Aerith had seemed to be the only one to make heads or tails of it when they were together as a team.

"I think the machine has to know what something is, or at least be walked through the concept. Do either of you remember the contents of the book?"

Vincent's brows drew together in a frown. This sounded more complex than he had initially thought. For one thing, he didn't know half of what went into the things that he would ask from the replicator. For instance, what if he wanted a Slutty Brownie Cake (a famous delight said to have originated from Wall Market - naturally). He knew it called for brownies, cookies -wait, or is it cookie dough?- he was lost. Something else came to mind, boots, leather, straps, metal, coffee beans, antiseptic, jelly beans, he couldn't help the rush of thoughts of things he didn't quite know how to prepare, let alone, program (or walk) a machine through designing. Maybe that's why you need the engineering data point.. To learn how to program the device with specific directions.

Vincent was quiet, stumped, and lost. No, he didn't know anything about the manual.

Cloud's eyes widen at the mention of the manual and remembering it. The only reason he knew what even cured him was Vincent. Vincent had brought that up and maybe he could have seen the manual as well. Cloud turns his head away while crossing his arms loosely against his chest.

Vincent had been so quiet he was sure it could have been a giant long thought process. Cloud realized an answer didn't happen and then glanced back towards Reeve keeping them in that silence.

No, he doesn't recall anything on it.

“It will be a bit of a complication, but we’ll figure it out. Give me a few weeks with the data point and I’ll be able to figure out a few things. I’ll also speak with Cal.”

That earned Mini bouncing happily up and down.

“Mini there is friends with his little droid companion. I’m sure I can talk about the replicator with him. But I don’t know. We might have to seek other medical solutions. That Billy boy... He might be able to do something.”

Vincent was sure they would do their best to figure it out, but he didn't have Reeve's confidence. Vincent moved to an adjacent wall and leaned his shoulder against it. His arms crossed over his chest. He watched Reeve work out a plan, and Mini become responsive to the idea.

Vincent looked to Cloud. His lips were thin and his eyes narrowed. A thought came to him, "Does the geostigma follow you in sleep?" If Cloud isn't afflicted with the symptoms of the geostigma while he's asleep, at least down here in the forced sleep, then maybe Cloud could benefit from longer sleep sessions to avoid the geostigma progressing - if it did here.

"BeeDee is his droid companion." Cloud looks over at Vincent. "He's a young man that picks up on learning things pretty quick from what I can see." Cloud knows that Cal can use a weapon and preferred them. He looks back over at Reeve while giving him a nod. It would benefit Reeve to talk to Cal if Cal did put the replicator together. Cloud needed to at least tell him that it's broken. Reeve would be able to help fix it.

"I was told by Jon to go to Billy about the Geostigma. Jon is a gatherer of information not a doctor." Cloud found out he wanted to go back to the library. He looks at Reeve. "I wasn't sure how to exactly approach Billy on this topic."

It's hard since Cloud asked Jon while being within the mind space of Jon's dream. Cloud glances over at Vincent. "I hide it within my dream or is it actually out in plain sight disguised as a feather?" It didn't matter where geostigma went since Sephiroth was within his calibration in a quick memory. A very quick memory of Nibelheim.

"Jon has the medical datapoint, he's as valid to approach as the boy is," Reeve counters. Yes, he knows what Jon is. That said, he doesn't much know how to approach Billy. The boy is more or less a stranger. But powerful. That much he was certain of from the boy's mental space.

"I suppose we can evaluate that if Cloud visits one of our minds in the evening, rather than the other way around."

Vincent looked between the two. He felt content in that they seemed to have a plan moving forward. He reflected on Jon. He had met him in the man's dream. Jon's room stock full of wonders, spells, and horrors.

A coffin. Vincent lowered his eyes to the floor as he recalled the time he spent in Jon's room.

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