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Cloud Strife, Vincent Valentine, and Sev Visagery
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Date Posted: 11:01:06 02/17/02 Sun
"See Red, probably," Cloud answers Lian. "The guard said something about an urgent matter last night."
Vincent sips his tea.
Something crosses Cloud's face at Irvine's question, half-pain and shadowed memories. And then it's gone, like water flicked off a finger, and he takes a hearty gulp of his orange juice. "Nibelheim," he says. "It's nice there. Hasn't changed. . . much. . . since I lived there when I was a little kid."
"Nothing for you, mister?" the waitress asks Irvine, doing her best to look coy and alluring.
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Chocobos do not fear or hate the water, but they have a certain healthy distrust for it. Like horses (which do not exist in this world), they can be induced to ford a river, but they will not take to it well. This chocobo in particularly does not know his present rider and so warks and stubbornly stood his ground. Inches from the bird's clawed toes is the river ford, swift-moving but shallow.
"C'mon," Sev coaxes, nudging the chocobo with his toes just behind its wings. "It's safe. Look, the water's barely two feet deep."
The chocobo merely warks disdainfully. Had this been a rented chocobo, Sev could dismount and lead it by the halter. But this is a wild chocobo, and Sev will not risk losing his mount by getting off.
"Please?" Sev pleads.
No can do.
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