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Cloud Strife, Vincent Valentine, and Sev Visagery
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Date Posted: 14:29:59 10/07/01 Sun
"Well, yeah. So do we." Cloud looks briefly pained and feels slightly guilty for a moment. He hasn't really allowed himself to think about the others. It's partly been because they were too busy fighting and fleeing for their lies, but the other part is because he had been hoping that somehow, everything would be all right. But now that he's faced with the problem of getting back home, he realizes that he might not ever get back home. He might not ever see his friends again.
He doesn't even want to think about that.
"Yeah, well, you all can sit around talking about what to do next, but I'm gonna go for a smoke." Having noticed the No Smoking signs tacked up in conspicuous places, Sev rises up from his seat and goes to the entrance. Incidentally, his timing also means that he won't be around for when the check arrives.
Sev pushes the door open, steps out--and nearly dies. Again. As it is, he merely teeters dangerously on the edge of a red cliff for a moment before regaining his balance. Sweating, he flattens himself to the wall, trying to make his breathing even again while trying to figure out what the hell happened. Didn't feel anything. . . 'course, that might not mean anything. Either way, they're certainly not where they were before.
And where are they now? Sev looks to the left, then to the right. Can't tell, not with the great big bloody building in the war and a sheer drop below him. Sev debates going back inside and informing the group that they're no longer in Washingedon D.C. (was that where they were?), but decides that he had better locate their position first.
Still thinking like a Turk, Visagery? Sev mocks himself as he inches his way along the building, trying to get to a better vantage point. It takes maybe ten minutes for Sev to make his way to the edge of the restaurant, then scramble back onto firmer ground. Now he brushes his hair out of his eyes and takes a good look around.
He knows where they are. In fact, he can see the Cosmo Candle from here, burning brightly against the encroaching darkness of the canyon's seemingly perpetual sunset. No wonder the red rock under Sev's feet looked so familiar, though years and dying have rubbed the polish from the memory.
"Well, Cloud," he says under his breath, "looks like you don't have to worry about getting home."
Meanwhile, inside, Vincent has decided that Sev is taking a very long time for a cigarette.
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