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Slinging a bag over his shoulder, Barret hopped off the rickety truck bed onto the dirt path. They'd just got in a shipment of some special greens for some recent hatchlings. He was still learning and figuring out the business of Chocobo breeding, but apparently it was pretty common to feed them different varieties. Gives them a strong start and gets them growing pretty fast. There was a green for nearly every thing, it seemed, but the farm only specialized a few of them and obviously raising and breeding the flightless birds. A network of farmers; it was interesting seeing how all this worked from the other side.
Making his way over to the barn he looped his gun arm around a rope one of the farm hands had fixed up for him, so he could pull the barn door open on his own. Barret wouldn't have managed to do much around this place with one arm if he weren't built like a brick wall, that was for sure. He could one arm most things, but getting around this farm was a challenge. These country folks were way too kind to some idiot who managed to end up in their farm, but put him to work quick enough. He'd thought for sure, taking a time to relax and step away from things would give his head some time to shake off the dust, but nothing had changed. Well...he'd certainly become well versed in Chocobo squawks and kew's, but that wasn't bringing his friends back or even figuring out how he'd gotten to this strange place.
His path was flooded with large black and yellow balls of feathers almost immediately as he entered the barn and he quickly closed the door behind him. Inside the barn there were stables, some empty, most full of fully grown Chocobos, but the chicks were free to roam about. The young birds were finally up and their kews of hunger and excitement made the large man chuckle, as he did his best to wade through the sea of feathers to get to the other side of the barn which opened up to the outdoor enclosure. "Ok ok! I'm gettin' ther. Y'all can wait another minute--y'all the only ones inna rush, @#$%!" he said to himself, remembering how much he used to struggle with these birds at first. All of them had their own little weird quirks and needed special attention from time to time. Being around these bird brains almost made suddenly having a new life and purpose not too bad...
Almost.
Once he got out to the troughs, he slid the bag off his shoulder and opened it to empty the Tenat Greens out for the bustling Chocobos. They took to it like vultures, lots of 'kews', and fluttering of tiny wings. He saw some pecking going on and reached down to scoop up the offender, "Aye nah, what'd I tell you 'bout that, Drake? Cut that shit out, there's enough for you, too." Dropping the birdo at a different end of the trough, he sighed and turned back towards the barn. This was his life now, dealing with infighting between adolescent birds. Usually it was him picking the fights, but besides yelling at the sole cloud in the sky, there wasn't much to beef about. The peace almost unsettled him...knowing how recently he'd been fighting for his life. He was still so sure this was a dream, but maybe these 'memories' of his were the real dream.
He started back towards the truck to finish unloading but saw one of the other farm hands coming in through the barn. He waved his gun arm, wiping his hand on the sleeveless blue plaid shirt he'd traded from his usual attire. It wasn't exactly his look, but it was growing on him. Barret wasn't much for cowboy hats either, but it kept the sun out his eyes while milling around the place. The broad chested gunner thought the farm hand was just bringing by a customer, as they often got passers by looking to get a Chocobo or two for a trip. It was just...he hadn't expected said customer to have so much in common with the birds...
Post by Cloud Strife on Aug 16, 2020 22:35:20 GMT -6
The motorcycle sputtered and died on the road fifteen miles outside of Provo. Cloud pushed it along the shoulder for another three until he opted to roll it off into a ditch where he laid it on its side and halfheartedly kicked some dead grass and broken branches over it. He stood there with his fists on his hips looking down at it. Even when it was running it looked like scrap. Now he hoped it looked like uninteresting enough scrap that it'd still be lying there when he got back. He looked up at the sky, clear and blue and peaceful, and he looked down the road towards Provo at the long walk ahead of him.
At least it wasn't raining.
The trek to Provo started by chance. Three days ago, two men stood outside Seventh Heaven smoking and talking and Cloud was halfway inside the bar when he heard one of them say something about '...a man in a long black coat with a huge @#%$in' sword.' His blood went cold. The look on his face when he rushed back out through the cigarette smoke and demanded to know more sent the men cowering as if he was seven feet tall.
He spent that night coming up with excuses not to believe the story but none of them stuck. Aerith was alive. If she was alive, then what was stopping him from being alive too? He couldn't let it lie. No matter how badly he didn't want to believe it he needed to be sure. If it was false, then Cloud could rest easy. If it was true... Well, that meant Sephiroth needed to die again before he did to this world what he tried to do to theirs.
He needed to die before he could hurt anyone again.
After forty minutes of walking under a high beating sun, Cloud hitched a ride on the back of a grumbling old bulldog of a truck. The sides of the truck bed were weathered wood planks nailed together by hand and the engine of the truck sounded like it was assembled by hand, too. Every dozen or so feet the exhaust belched out a plume of black smoke.
"The farm ain't far from here," the driver shouted through the open back window of the cab. Cloud sat on a crate in the back of the truck, his swords at his feet, leaning towards the window to listen over the roar of the engine. "They got good birds, they'll do 'til you can fix your wheels."
"Thanks," Cloud said, but it was lost in the noise.
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The truck dropped him off where the drive up to the farm met the main road. He waved the driver off and the truck rumbled off in a haze of road dust and exhaust. Cloud shrugged his sword carrier into place on his back with a muffled jangle of metal and turned to walk up to the farm when a searing pain nearly brought him to his knees. Like someone jammed a red-hot needle clean through his brain. Fire behind his eyes. Felt like they could burst. His knees buckled. Flash of silver. Cat's eyes. A grin like the devil. An inferno burning everything around him to ash. He screwed his eyes shut tight and breathed through his teeth and gripped his head with both hands like he had to stop it from splitting apart.
Then just as suddenly as it came on, the pain vanished. Cloud straightened up slowly, feeling offbalance in the hollow wake of that sudden agony. He took a few deep breaths until he felt stable enough to walk. His throat was dry and tight and he had to clench his fists to stop his hands from shaking.
Could be nothing. Just stress from thinkin' about it.
When has something like that ever been nothing?
He shook his head and continued on to the farm until somebody came out to meet him, waving pleasantly. Cloud tried to look human and waved back. The quiet chorus of chocobo calls sounded somewhere in the distance. The wafting scent of the birds on the light summer breeze. The farm stirred in Cloud a nostalgia for a time not long ago that seemed impossibly distant all the same.
He explained to the farmhand that he wanted to rent a bird and they discussed the terms and the farmhand led him to the barn to show off the available chocobos. The man rattled off details about their temperaments that Cloud listened to with some degree of attentiveness until he saw the other farmhand at work.
He stopped in his tracks, staring, as though he'd been told to solve a differential calculus equation despite the fact that Cloud definitely didn't know what differential calculus was.
The build was right. The height. The gun arm. The tattoo. The plaid and the cowboy hat didn't track at all, but after the sailor suit, it really wasn't much of a stretch.
"...No way," he said to himself. A wry grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. The other farmhand forgotten, he walked on towards the big man in the... very fine hat, the six swords on his back swaying with every step. He'd since shed the old SOLDIER uniform, but he still looked ready for a fight at a moment's notice. He couldn't reconcile Barret's folksy plaid with the gun arm glinting in the light.
"I've been looking for everybody, but I never woulda guessed I'd find Farmer Barret raising chocobos in Provo," he said, a hint of amusement bleeding into his usually reserved tone. "Nice hat."
The man with Stephen didn’t have the the look of any traveler that he’d seen and it was with good reason. There wasn’t a single man alive that he thought could pull of a head of hair looking like a Chocobo’s tail feathers. The smaller man was the first to approach and as he got closer, Barret felt an odd rumble in his chest. A sound that had taken a week or two to find after he’d arrived in this place, alone and confused. Something that the Chocobo’s roused with ease and carried clear across the the hills when it went unchecked.
Barret was laughing.
It sounded odd and hollow, unfamiliar to him as he realized that it all hadn’t been some made up dream. It’d all happened. The fight, Sephiroth, everything. This strange place was his reality, but it wasn’t his home. But damn did just seeing this (^&*%^#$@ make him feel like he could almost smell the Midgar smog. Cloud approached, cool as a cucumber and barely got his full comment out before closeing the distance between them and quickly wrapped the man into a massive bear hug, gun arm and all.
“YOU HAVE…NO @#$%^& IDEA HOW LONG I’VE BEEN WAITING!” Barret shakily yelled, tears welling in his eyes. The Chocobos fled from the area, unsure what was calling for all this yelling and hooplas. “I’VE ASKED NEARLY ERRY #$%^&(* BODY THAT WOULD LISTEN! TURNED OVER ERRY !@#$%^@ ROCK TO FIND ERR'BODY! WHAT *&%^$# TOOK YOU SO LONG?!”
He released the blonde from the hold, only to grab him by the shoulder. Tears were streaming down his face now, the large Black man overwhelmed with emotion and still laughing like a cough he couldn’t shake. “I thought—I thought this whole !@#$%^& thing was a dream! That some crazy shit had happened and I’d never—w-where is everyone else? Are you the only one?” Barret was going a mile a minute, looking up behind Cloud, as if expecting the whole gang to break into he barn as if they’d been waiting the whole time.
“S-sorry I just…” he took off his hat, trying to calm himself. The hate crumbled in his hand. “I didn’t think I’d see any a y’all again…'specially not you, SOLDIER boy…Surely you ain't jus' her' to get no bird...?”
Post by Cloud Strife on Sept 7, 2020 19:59:30 GMT -6
Cloud wheezed faintly as Barret's arms squeezed the air out of his lungs. Arms pinned against his sides, face half pressed against the blue plaid of Barret's shirt, he stood frozen and staring out of one disbelieving eye while Barret's profanity rattled around inside his skull. At least some things never changed. Cloud managed to bend one arm at the elbow and awkwardly pat Barret's side in a stiff imitation of something he saw someone do once that he thought maybe you were supposed to do in a situation like this.
He'd had his weeks alone in Zephon to think about just how much he missed his friends. What he never once considered was that they might miss him just as much.
When Barret finally let him go, Cloud took a gulp of air, inhaled the earthy scent of the hay and the greens and the chocobos. The big man's tear-streaked face was a sight Cloud didn't know what to do with. He held his palms up and when Barret finally slowed down enough that Cloud could get a word in, he said gently: "Whoa, slow down a little. I'll explain what I can."
He rubbed the back of his neck.
"I'm not the only other one here. I found Tifa and Aerith, up north in a city called Sonora. It's kind of like Midgar, without the plates... or the Mako reactors... or Shinra." He thought maybe he was overselling the city with that description, but the nitty gritty details could come later. "I was looking for the rest of the crew there... It's a big city. But I couldn't find anyone else. I heard something that sounded like a lead, so I came down this way, and..." He shrugged and made a vague gesture with his hands.
"How long have you been here? ... And what do you remember from before you woke up in this place?"
