Seeking Out A Good Friend(s)

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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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[plate_builder]

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

[afterform]

"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.

[plate_builder]

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?"

[afterform]

"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.

[plate_builder]

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."

[afterform]

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

[plate_builder]

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."

[afterform]

He looks at the mini Cait Sith. "Materia?" He scrutinized Reeve, considering what he knew of the man up until this point.

[plate_builder]

Mini-C shakes his little head. No. It wasn't that. For Reeve, the very suggestion that what he did might be by materia just proves is to him. They're from different versions of their world.

"No. No materia can Inspire, that I know of. It's my magic. I was born with it. It has run in my family, and I hid it, because Shinra hunted people like me, people with natural magic. In case we were Cetra. In case they could use our powers. I was able to hide what I was."

[afterform]

For the Turks, Vincent could put two and two together. Or for science, and he's been down both roads. He hadn't considered Reeve harnessing any magic, though it felt as if he should have known somehow.

"You still ended up at Shinra."

[plate_builder]

The science more likely. A man like Reeve could hardly be a Turk. But the other part earned... a soft and sad nod.

"I did. Neither of my parents approved. It just... happened. I don't know. But eventually leaving would have been more suspicious."