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Cloud Strife, Sev Visagery, and Vincent Valentine
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Date Posted: 22:55:44 11/22/01 Thu
The woman running the souvenir stand does not seem alarmed or put off by questions that are sheer ridiculousness for someone born on this planet. The first toy often given to an infant is a stuffed moogle to cling to, and chocobos are more than common--they're practically a part of every day life.
"This is a moogle," she says, indicating the stuffed white creature in Teresa's left hand. Its face bears a very slight resemblence to a koala, with a large, flat red nose. That's about the only thing that resembles a koala, actually, for the face is longer and broader than a koala's (perhaps indicative of more intelligence?), and it has small, pointed ears at the top of its head. The body is more like a normal teddy bear's than anything else, save for the tiny, sewn-on bat wings flopping off its back, and a large red pom-pom dangling off its head. "It's a faery, of sorts," the woman goes on, sensing that Teresa wants more than just its name. "It shows up and heals you, or sometimes fights for you."
"That is a chocobo." She indicates the yellow bird in Teresa's other hand. It looks like something of a turkey or an ostrich in build, with a long neck and a large beak, and huge clawed feet. "We ride them. Much faster than walking. There is a pen downstairs for visitors' chocobos, but there aren't any there now."
Cloud, meanwhile, pushes open the worn door and steps in. Directly in front of them is another stand, this one with a ferocious array of gleaming weapons. Up a flight of wooden stairs is another booth. It's this one he approaches.
"Welcome to the Shildra Inn," the woman says warmly. "It's 100 gil a night. Will you be staying?"
"Yeah," Cloud says, accompanied by a nod. The woman waves him through the door, and waiting for them inside are several warm beds and a couch. Cloud flops down on the couch with a relieved sigh. "You guys can take the beds."
The spiky-haired mercenary is getting more and more on Sev's nerves with every moment. He can't put his finger on it. Maybe it's his gallantry. Maybe it's his little country boy air. Maybe it's his refreshing honesty. At any rate, he sits on one of the beds and begins pulling his shoes off, the immediate atmosphere around him going down by a few degrees. Why the hell is he still here? He should have booked it, like Seifer.
Why didn't he leave when he had the chance?
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