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Surely knowing a “Cloud” was simply a shot in the dark. In this large world teeming with people from all walks of life, and literally other worlds themselves, there was very little chance that Ignis happened to run into someone who knew another person he’d met. The odds were slim, beyond so, but they were there. It was a non-zero chance.
And as excitement crept around the corners of Vincent’s voice, Iggy knew; they had managed the impossible.
Yet, the faster thrumming of his heart, filled with excitement that he may have helped two friends potentially reunite, began to slow dissipate as Vincent inquired about Cloud’s whereabouts. Ignis frowned, turning his attention to the mug in his hands. His thumb rubbed over the warm ceramic as he did his best to recall how far along in his journey to Sonora he had been when he encountered the soft-spoken man. He wasn’t nearby, probably not even close.
“I met him on a road outside of Sonora,” Ignis replied, a soft frown on his scarred face, “I’m afraid he was heading the opposite direction of myself. It was over a week ago, now.”
That was likely not the answer that Vincent wanted to hear -- that his friend was so far removed from the city, now. Hopefully, the knowledge that Cloud was alive and well would satiate him for now.
“He was searching for you, and your other friends,” the blonde explained, shifting his weight to his opposite foot as he kept his position behind the counter, “He may have come back up this way, but I feel he may have headed toward Provo or Torensten, in the west. They’re a smidge … more friendly to outsiders.”
But its too late, to go back. I can see the darkness, through the cracks. Daylight fading, I curse the breaking. The day is gone.
[attr="class","vvoverlap"]Too much hope is the opposite of despair.
[attr="class","vvbody"]Vincent waited tensely for Ignis to tell him more details about Cloud. He was still shocked to hear that the former SOLDIER was here as well. It had seemed impossible just hours earlier that Vincent would encounter any of the old crew from Gaia. But perhaps there was a glimmer of hope now. And if Cloud was here, were the others? A tiny smirk lit his face at the thought of seeing Yuffie specifically. How would that reunion go? [break][break] His spirits fell just a little when Ignis didn’t really seem to have any further details, only that Cloud was walking away in the other direction. It sounded as if it had been a chance meeting on the outskirts of the frozen northern city. He wouldn’t get any more information here, it seemed. The thought that Cloud might head south to Torensten or Provo was intriguing, however. Vincent had recently come to think his time in Sonora was numbered. There was little reason to stay here forever, especially with the offer from Caius to join the Dragonblades mercenary group in Torensten. [break][break] He finished the last of his coffee, savoring the warmth. His clothes had dried at least a little and the storm seemed to have let up a bit outside. It was probably about time for him to get going again, but he’d enjoyed this calm interlude with the kind baker. He hadn’t expected to learn anything about his old friends, but at least he had something to go off of now. [break][break] Vincent stood and pushed the stool back. “Thank you for everything, Ignis,” he said sincerely. “I hadn’t expected to find Cloud here in Zephon but now that I know he’s here somewhere, maybe I’ll seek him out. I expect I’ll head south soon too.” Ignis had said the food and drink were on the house, but Vincent felt like something needed to be offered in exchange for his knowledge and hospitality. As quietly as he could manage, he slid a few gil beside the empty coffee cup. The coins clinked gently. “Thank you again. I might have to come back for more coffee,” he added as a sincere aside. The coffee here had been delicious. “Farewell, Ignis.” And with that, he pushed back out onto the cold Sonoran streets. The wind was chill and pulled at his still-damp hair, but the rain had mercifully ceased.
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[attr="class","vvinfo"]Until next time ~ / Ignis Scientia
The storm outside was beginning to slow, lulling itself down into a gentle rain. What had once been a fierce and angry torrent of drops against the roof was now nothing more than a trickle, bringing life and sound back to the cafe. The murmurs of other patrons were finally audible over the noise once more, all commenting about the state of the weather. They were likely to depart soon, as well, umbrellas at their sides. It was one thing to traverse the city in a storm -- but much more reasonable to do so in a more gentle, freezing state.
Vincent was silent as he stewed over the information that had been provided to him. Ignis warmed his fingers against his own coffee cup, taking another, gentle sip. He wondered, briefly, what the man must be feeling. Was an ember of hope beginning to bloom in his heart? Did worry cling to the edges of his mind? Vincent seemed the calm and contemplative type, or so Iggy believed from their brief interaction thus far. He likely wouldn’t run himself ragged in the search for his friend.
But, what was it like? Ignis carried the hope of finding Noctis every day, a torch that never faded, but … He hadn’t an inkling, even an idea that his friend was here. There were no rumors, no sightings, none that he’d heard.
Would he too, someday, find out about Noctis’s existence through such a simple, wholesome interaction? One could only hope.
The sound of a stool scraping against the linoleum pulled Iggy from his thoughts. He put on a small smile as Vincent thanked him for everything. Simple hospitality didn’t require thanks, but Iggy knew better than to wave it off. People tended to want their thanks accepted, no matter how small the act. The blonde set aside his coffee cup, his hand pausing only for a moment as he heard the gentle clink of coins. His smile didn’t falter. Oh, how similarly wholesome Vincent and Cloud seemed to be.
“You’re welcome back anytime,” Ignis replied with the utmost sincerity, before continuing, “Though, by the time you return, I’ll have hopefully moved on to finding my own friends.”
Boots made their way to the exit, as Vincent issued his farewell. Iggy listened to the chime of the door, and felt the cold air brush over his skin once more.
“Farewell, Vincent. And good luck.”
But its too late, to go back. I can see the darkness, through the cracks. Daylight fading, I curse the breaking. The day is gone.
