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JUST KILLING TIME...

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[attr="class","nikki109"]Oren looked down at a couple wanted posters for some classic monster hunts... That was as easy as he expected it to be. Oren had decided to make another trip to Provo after some frustrations back in Torensten. While he was mainly here to look for extra jobs so he could stop thinking about his problems, there was a part of him that wanted to pay Angeal a visit since he apparently lived in the area... Even if he wouldn't openly admit it. He'd also likely run into two faces with far more... Complicated feelings attached to them should he get the nerve to go find Angeal. Oren wasn't sure if he was ready for that yet, though...[break][break]

Oren looked around the streets of Provo. He was trying to formulate some sort of strategies for dealing with the monsters so the other thoughts would leave him be for the time being... It really wasn't working. After a reunion with a certain spiky haired blonde, Oren now felt like... He himself had been forgetting something... Or... Someone...? It was something that especially began to bother him when Cloud couldn't remember who he was. Sure, they might not have been besties like him and Zack were, but Oren had still been someone he KNEW... Considering his own mind got a little scrambled up following his 'official' bath in Mako, it made him wonder if his own memories were not all there either... When he tried to force himself to think of a past he desperately wanted to forget, it was as if that bath of mako clouded the details of certain events... Or warped them...[break][break]

Oren had a friend growing up in the Sector 5 slums... The abandoned church... He spent a lot of time there too... Was it with that friend...? He remembered that much... Who... Who was she again, though? It was on the tip of his... Brain? He could almost make out her visage through that blinding light of Mako that shrouded clearer memories of her... Oren wasn't always alone in that abandoned church, though... He knew that for certain. Oren was feeling a little concerned for the first time in awhile. If this was something he was having issues remembering... Were there other memories in his mind that weren't fully correct? Was he overthinking it? Angeal remembered him and Oren's memories of him didn't seem distorted in any way... Ugh. Oren was giving himself another headache trying to think this over. However, a short distance away, he suddenly noticed a woman who did not seem to 'fit in' here... Someone who... Looked... Familiar...[break][break]

Oren's eyes widened. It was as if he suddenly emerged from that metaphorical sea of Mako that blinded him from certain memories of his past. It was all coming back to him... He just froze in place staring at the woman. Was that... Was that actually her? Maybe his mind was just playing tricks on him... No... He should just... He had work to do now... Yet... Move he did not. He seemed to be petrified in place. It was likely a little concerning to others just passing back.[break][break]

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