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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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"Then may I presume that the next time I text you, I shall actually earn your response?" he asks, smirking just a little. He, after all, remembered how evasive Vincent had been of his texts. "I assure you, it shall not include me trying to win you to the WRO."

WRO-Reeve had told him about the organization with questionable financial backing. Still, it was a necessity for Gaia. Vincent averted his eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about." He opted to say, though he emphasized wanting to remember as much as he can - the words were a contradiction to his previous statement. Never forget you.. Except when it comes to texting back, evidently.

"Of course not," Reeve agrees. "No reason at all that you should know. But thank you, for coming when Mini came to find you."

Thank you, for coming when I needed you.

Vincent's eyes landed on the small toy. He watched it for a moment and considered the persistent way in which the replica insisted on following it. How could he deny it? He softly huffed through his nose.

"And clearly you're amused," Reeve smirks, and when he holds his hand out, Mini moves toward him, until the young man can put a hand in Reeve's and Reeve can pick the doll up.

It was cute, and such a thing was meant for amusement, right? He can imagine Denzel and Marlene taking to Mini, even Cait Sith, and his big moogle for that matter. Instead of riding around Barret's shoulder, Marlene could ride on top of the moogle. "Hn. It's easy to be around you."

What? Reeve's head snaps up and he considers the other. Then he shakes his head.

"I've become suspicious of that lately. But I welcome the company of any who thinks such a thing."

Something like that would probably make sense coming from Vincent, but coming from Reeve only has Vincent confused. Reeve appeared approachable; Vincent couldn't think of a time, recently, where Reeve wasn't.

"What happened?"

"There's no good answer for that," Reeve sighs. "Mostly, there are a lot of volatile personalities here and I do not know how to navigate them."

And so he's found himself so tired and so alone.

Vincent wouldn't deny the fact that some things didn't have a satisfactory answer, but Reeve's response to his question felt evasive and unsatisfactory. He didn't push or ask for any further clarification. Instead, he focused back on Mini.

Oh that silence feels accusatory. He knows it isn't, but it feels like such.

"I forgot, for a moment, that I'm someone who ties himself to his work and that more intimate interpersonal interactions are a mistake."

Mini's got a hand on his hip and a paw up to wag it at Reeve.

"I know your opinion. I don't agree," he informs the doll.

The sentient doll was something quite curious for Vincent. Vincent wondered if the doll possessed some a piece of Reeve. Perhaps, a link shared between the man and doll, which evoked personality from Mini. Reeve's comment about over flooding himself with work brought Vincent's focus back to the other man.

"You are determined, even here, to overwhelm yourself with...work?" He found, yet again, another question to ask - despite wanting to stop questioning Reeve.

It's an interesting question. And Reeve knows immediately how to answer.

"I wish to return home, Vincent. I miss it. If the way I achieve that here is by helping restore this world for its people, then I will work to have it done as soon as I can."

"You are home." Vincent reminded Reeve. Just as he had figured, he too was home. Considering Reeve's account of events regarding Vincent's participation past the time he last recalled being on Gaia, he knew Reeve, too, would also be back on Gaia. "Why do you bury yourself knowing this?" Vincent trusted Reeve came to the same conclusion. Both of them were on Gaia without any memory of this world.

"Is that really all the reason you do this, or is it because of your...interpersonal experiences here?"

"I wish to be there, not here," Reeve answers. Why just Vincent suggest anything else? "For me, it's been a while. Since I've seen friends. Since I've been there, where I belong. My matters with Tony don't drive me to help here. In fact, I'm not sure he agrees with me on the ends worth pursuing

That wasn't so. Vincent thought as he reflected on the fact that Reeve was back on Gaia. If Vincent were to return to Gaia, he wouldn't - he didn't - remember being on any other world. Everything would be lost.

Reeve appeared to be fine with that. "You will forget everything."

"And what did I have here before you and Cloud arrived? I owe our planet a debt, Vincent."

And he can't repay it here.

A debt Reeve was paying regardless of being here. "You want to forget." He didn't know how to make any other sense from what Reeve was saying to him.

"Is it really so weird to want to go home?" Reeve asks, frowning. It's where he belongs.

"No." He waited a moment before he added, "your reasoning is illogical." He pointed out, "Reeve. You are home, doing all those things you want to do, saying them as a point for wanting to go back home doesn't make sense. The only logic I see here is that you want to go home because you don't want to be here...which means you will also forget everything that has happened to you since being off of Gaia." He pauses. His eyes watch Reeve closely. "You might as well consider the fact that you -as you are now- will not exist if you do leave this place."

Cloud came to mind as Vincent considered the blond did not mention anything about this world either. Which further proved his theory, they will not retain their memories of this world, or perhaps they will cease to exist, as he recently suggested to Reeve.

Vincent... has a different opinion on how this all works than anyone else Reeve has met. And it's intriguing. And Reeve doesn't know how to address it.

"Back in the village, the Iteration, people went home. They didn't remember things. But they sometimes returned, having experienced time back home. Which says we don't cease. We just don't remember. And what is there for us here?"

"An alternative life." Which was obvious, and he is certain Reeve has considered this as well. "What we make for us, here...as you indicated, work." His eyes move to Mini, and he watches the small thing. "This isn't our home, but... Neither is Gaia anymore." He allowed himself to think aloud. "We've changed, and we cannot bring back to Gaia what we've experienced here." He further wonders, "yet, that can be true...as we are here from Gaia without the complete experiences we've had there." Reeve expressed Vincent's experiences far past than what he recalls, and both Reeve and himself can account for Cloud's experiences further past the point he had come from as well.

Reeve just stares at the other man. This wasn't something he had ever considered. And not something he knows how to deal with. He shudders.

"Yes, but... I'm not from the same world as Cloud. Not the same instance of our world. So perhaps what I remember of him is not accurate."

Reeve's comment disrupted his thought pattern. "What do you mean, not the same instance of our world or the same world as Cloud?"

Well, he supposes he has a counter question for Vincent. Will the man allow it?

"In Cloud's world, Cait Sith is a robot I designed. In mine? He may have a robotic body, but I created him with my magic."

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