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Subject: **crawls online** Author: Cloud Strife, Vincent Valentine, and Sev Visagery [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 15:32:03 12/16/01 Sun OOC: Why is everyone posting the one weekend that I'm busy as hell?! Raaarrr! And I figured that greens have to grow in the wild, too. After all, what would chocobos eat otherwise? IC: "He left, apparently," Cloud replies, scratching his head. "Hey Vin, how do you know he left?" "Because I watched him." "You watched him leave? Why didn't you stop him?" Vincent somehow manages to give the impression of shrugging, though he's lying down. "You heard him. I'm not his boss anymore." The clipped tone gets through to even the thick-headed Cloud; this is not a subject to pursue further. He wisely changes the subject. "Well, since we're all awake, how about we change, grab something to eat, and then go see Red XIII about whatever it is he wants us to see him about?" -- Sev has already changed into his clothes; he looks patently ridiculous in them, he believes, but it's more comfortable than traipsing around in a suit and tie. He had no fondness for what was once his working uniform; imposing as it was, it wasn't comfortable, and it didn't allow you as much freedom of movement (the Turks were regularly bursting seams, tearing sleeves, and basically ruining their suits beyond repair). The deerskin jacket and pants, along with the rough-spun wool shirt are much more comfortable, though the wool is a little itchy. He can get some real clothes when he gets to Costa Del Sol or Junon. Now he is prowling about on the fringe of a forest. Peculiar three-toed tracks (two forward, one back) dot the matted grass here; apparently, a well-used chocobo track. Here he squats with what seems to be a giant turnip in his hands, with dirt still clinging to it. "Heeeere chocobo chocobo chocobo," he mutters. He isn't carrying any materia, much less a chocobo lure, so he'll just have to trust to blind luck. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]