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Post by Cloud Strife on Nov 9, 2024 17:06:41 GMT -6
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Like Seeing a Ghost
Cloud’s posture was relaxed yet guarded as he shrugged, his elbows resting on the table. His hands clasped together and he let his chin rest lightly on them. The gesture carried a casual indifference, but beneath it his mind was active. Processing each word Oren had shared.
"If it gets better, good. If it stays the same, I'll deal with it." Cloud stated, his tone tinged with a hint of resignation. His philosophy had always been practical — focusing on the present and not dwelling on the uncontrollable aspects of the past or the uncertain future .. well until the whole thing with home and Aerith that is. Change is a powerful thing. "Dwelling on things you can't change is just a waste of energy." He continued. His eyes lingered momentarily on the wooden table, tracing its grain thoughtfully before lifting to meet Oren's gaze once again.
When the conversation shifted to his swordsmanship, Cloud's response was immediate and sharp. "I've had to adapt and improve not like there's been any other choice." he said, his voice carrying a quiet confidence. The memories might be jumbled, but his skills with the blade were as precise and lethal as ever. "Survival's a bitch."
Oren's subsequent offer caught his attention, and for a moment Cloud's typically impassive demeanor softened slightly. "I've been around this place for a couple of months," he acknowledged, considering the proposition. "Guess I wouldn't mind the help, just don't get in the way." His acceptance of assistance was rare — Cloud was more accustomed to relying solely on his own strength and resolve. Yet, something in Oren’s approach, perhaps a mutual recognition of displacement and struggle made him more open than usual.
Cloud leaned back, allowing his arms to cross over his chest as he settled into the wooden chair's support, his movement relaxed yet inherently defensive. This was a testament to the walls he had erected over years of conflict and uncertainty. His guarded nature wasn't easily set aside, but even he recognized the potential need for alliances.
"Maybe time will bring back more than just fractured memories," Cloud added, eyes moving to make eye contact, but soon as he met with Oren's immediately looked ot the side. As awkward as ever when it came to sentiment.
Post by Cloud Strife on Nov 4, 2024 10:29:35 GMT -6
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The Truffle Shuffle
Cloud braced himself, ready for the boar's charge as his hand remained steady on the hilt of his sword. The beast's hooves digging into the mud as its massive body barreled towards him with a ferocious momentum that spoke of imminent danger. Yet, before the confrontation could escalate further, a blur of motion caught his eye — an unexpected ally in the fray.
An agility that surprised him when Zidane darted into the clearing and executed a powerful kick. Cloud watched, momentarily taken aback as the boar was redirected mid - charge, its trajectory veering off towards a nearby tree.
The impact was substantial. The boar crashing against the tree with a force that sent both the animal and the tree down to the ground. Cloud remained where he was, his initial readiness to engage shifting to observance as Zidane landed with his cloak fluttering elegantly to cover his figure.
As Cloud assessed Zidane, noting the ease with which he had handled the situation, he felt a grudging respect. Here was someone who understood the peril of such creatures, perhaps even more than he had expected. The boar, stubborn and undeterred, struggled back to its feet shaking off debris and confusion. Clearly not yet ready to concede defeat.
Cloud shifted his stance slightly, preparing for the next move. "Impressive." he finally said, acknowledging Zidane's effective intervention. "Looks like it's not down for the count yet, though. Ready for another round?"
There was a slight nod towards Zidane, an unspoken agreement that they were now in this together!
Post by Cloud Strife on Oct 22, 2024 10:14:25 GMT -6
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Into the Dragon’s Den
Poker face or not, Cloud noted the quick glances Caius casted toward his sword and then to his eyes. The recognition, however subtle, didn't escape him. It wasn't that it mattered much, but Cloud didn’t have enemies in this world — at least none that he was aware of. Yet his instincts honed from his time with SOLDIER kept him alert and always cautious of the intentions behind the gaze of another. As they moved from the training grounds back towards the guild's headquarters, Cloud maintained a measured distance, his posture relaxed yet unmistakably guarded.
"Fair enough," Cloud responded with a nod as they entered the building. His arms crossed over his chest, a natural barrier that matched his wary demeanor. He continued to follow Caius through the headquarters. "First off, I'm not exactly from... 'here'." Cloud began, his voice steady and carrying a hint of underlying questions he held back for the moment. The assumption that this guild might hold answers wasn't far - fetched. Mercenaries traveled; they heard things that others didn’t, saw places others never reached. "I was hoping your guild might help me make sense of a few things." He paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully. "I'm also looking for work."
His statement was straightforward. Work was something he understood like something tangible in a world that still felt alien. It was a means to an end, attempting at staying busy, staying sharp, and perhaps, gathering the information he needed to piece together the fragmented map of this strange new reality.
Cloud’s gaze briefly met Caius’s, his blue eyes reflecting a mix of resolve and the weight of unspoken thoughts. "I understand the value of being upfront," he added, a slight nod acknowledging Caius's earlier point about establishing a good working relationship. "And while I'm here, I intend to pull my weight."
Post by Cloud Strife on Oct 19, 2024 23:06:06 GMT -6
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Blossoms of Reunion
Cloud stood there with Aerith's words hanging in the air between them. You can’t blame yourself for what happened.
But how could he not?
His jaw tightened, the familiar weight of guilt settling on his shoulders. She had said it with such kindness and such understanding, but it felt like she didn’t know the half of it. The battles they had fought, the lives lost — her life. Cloud had carried that burden since the moment she fell and no matter how much time passed, it never loosened its grip. He looked at her, the soft emerald glow of her eyes holding that same kindness she had always shown him. It made him feel exposed, vulnerable in a way that few others could manage. Aerith always had a way of seeing through the walls he put up, through the cold mask he wore for others. But still .. how could he explain the weight of those moments without drowning in them?
Cloud exhaled slowly, trying to gather the words, though they came out jagged and raw.
"It’s not that simple .." he said quietly, his gaze falling to the ground for a moment. "I tried ... but it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t stop what happened to you."
He clenched his fists at his sides feeling the familiar frustration rising in his chest. The rain of memories fell like debris in his mind, some belonging to him, others not. That constant storm always lingering just behind his thoughts. "But," he added, his voice a little firmer now, "I kept going because I had to. You — " he glanced at her, eyes softening slightly, "You gave me the strength to."
The words felt heavy, a truth he rarely allowed himself to admit. Aerith and his friends were his hope when everything felt like it was falling apart. Her death had shattered him, but her memory and the friends they shared had been the only thing keeping him from falling completely into the darkness.
Cloud lifted his head, meeting her gaze again. There was so much more he could say, but he struggled to find the right words. How could he explain the battles that followed .. the internal wars he waged with his own mind and even the countless nights spent wondering if he had done enough?
His voice softened as he finally added "I’m still trying to figure things out ... but I’ll keep going. Like you said."
He wasn’t ready to let go of the guilt. Not yet, but maybe, just maybe, there was room for something else. For now while standing here with Aerith, he allowed himself a moment of peace.
Post by Cloud Strife on Sept 17, 2024 10:38:05 GMT -6
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Blossoms of Reunion
Cloud stood there, unmoving, as Aerith’s tears fell, her smile radiant even through the emotion that overwhelmed her. Her hands, warm and real, clasped within his. Grounding him in a reality that still felt like a dream — or a cruel trick. Yet, it wasn’t. She was here .. the weight of the flower proving that fact. Even if it weighed next to nothing physically. Aerith’s voice broke through his swirling thoughts. Her words filled with joy, though the tears slipping down her cheeks betrayed the bittersweet undercurrent.
Her words echoed in his mind — a second chance. But what did that even mean? They were both standing here, alive in a world that wasn’t their own, a world where the past and the future seemed tangled in ways he couldn’t begin to understand. Cloud’s jaw clenched as the memory of her death — the memory that haunted him more than any battle — surfaced again. The way she had fallen, the way he had been too late and too powerless to stop it.
When Aerith asked her question, it hit him like a wave. Did we win? It was such an innocent, hopeful question, but the answer wasn’t simple. Cloud lowered his gaze, his eyes distant as if searching for something in the past that he could bring into words.
"We won," he finally said, his voice quiet, almost as if he were trying to convince himself. "But .. a lot happened after. The fight didn’t end when you .. when you were gone." His voice faltered for a moment, the weight of the unspoken words hanging between them. He didn’t need to recount everything, not now. The weight of their victory had come with too heavy of a loss, too many moments where he’d almost given in to the darkness pulling at his mind.
He let out a slow breath. His grip on the flower loosening slightly as he turned his gaze back to Aerith. "I tried to keep going, to finish what you started. You didn’t die for nothing."
Post by Cloud Strife on Sept 17, 2024 9:34:38 GMT -6
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Like Seeing a Ghost
That incident .. Nibelheim. The memory of it was etched into Cloud’s mind as if it had happened only yesterday, yet the way he recalled it was a tangled mess. His own memories twisted and blurred with Zack’s. Unbeknownst to Cloud even. The source of these fractured memories wasn’t his alone to bear. He had no clue that some of what he carried belonged to Zack, another mystery lurking in the shadows of his past. Perhaps, though, that was a puzzle for another day.
Cloud lowered himself into the chair opposite Oren, the weight of the Buster Sword beside him seeming insignificant as he set it down with ease. He was tired. Tired of the same old cycle, the constant uncertainty that plagued his memories. Each encounter with his past felt like he was grasping at fragments of a broken mirror, never sure which pieces were his own and which belonged to someone else. He wanted to move past it, to focus on forging new memories, ones he could claim with certainty. But even that felt like a struggle some days. But still .. he tried. He met Oren’s gaze, his expression less guarded than usual. Maybe it was the exhaustion of constantly playing the part of the soldier with the fractured past or maybe it was something about Oren himself—something faintly familiar that Cloud couldn’t quite place. He was used to keeping people at arm’s length. Especially those associated with SOLDIER, but this wasn’t Midgar. The rules were different here, and maybe .. just maybe, he could afford to drop his defenses — if only a little.
“A lot of my memories .. are a mess,” Cloud admitted, his voice steady but laced with the weight of that ongoing struggle. “There are pieces missing, things that don’t line up. It’s like some of them don’t even belong to me.”
He looked down for a moment, his gloved fingers tracing the edge of the table as he gathered his thoughts. “But your name. Oren — there’s something familiar about it. I can’t explain it, but maybe that means something.” Cloud wasn’t one to openly express his emotions, nor was he particularly skilled at being personable. Aerith, Tifa, and the others had always been far better at reaching out to people. But here, Cloud was trying in his own way. There was something in Oren’s presence, a warmth or maybe just a recognition buried deep that made him feel like there was some history, even if it was one he couldn’t fully recall.
Post by Cloud Strife on Sept 14, 2024 16:36:51 GMT -6
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Into the Dragon’s Den
Cloud stood with his arms crossed over his chest as his sharp gaze followed the recruits as they filed out battered but visibly united. There was something about their camaraderie — rough yet undeniably solid — that struck him. He wouldn’t admit it outright, but it was a refreshing sight compared to what he was used to in his own life. Here, at least there was a sense of purpose among them like a shared goal.
When Caius turned to him and posed the question, Cloud’s mako - infused eyes met his. There was a moment of silence before he spoke, his voice low and steady.
"Call me Cloud. I’ve heard talk of this guild while I was out doing my own jobs around Torensten and thought I’d check the place out."
His words were as simple as always, but there was more behind them. Truth was, Cloud was still trying to make sense of this strange world he’d found himself in. He wasn’t here just to satisfy curiosity, he was looking for answers. Figuring out how he had even come to be in this world was at the forefront of his mind, though he knew that wouldn't be solved in a day.
Maybe having a guild like the Dragonblades at his back wouldn’t be so bad. It wasn’t his style to depend on others, but this place felt different, and he couldn’t ignore that. The thought of working with others toward a common goal instead of wandering aimlessly from job to job was something he was starting to consider. Unbeknownst to Cloud, Caius had his own origins tied to another universe as well. Maybe, in time, their paths would be revealed to one another. But for now, Cloud remained as guarded as usual .. though the slight softening of his stance showed he was open to whatever.
Post by Cloud Strife on Sept 10, 2024 0:09:06 GMT -6
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The Truffle Shuffle
The scent of rain lingered in the air, a soothing balm that always calmed Cloud's restless spirit. It reminded him of days long past in Nibelheim, where he'd sit atop the old water tower, watching the world blur beneath the curtain of falling droplets. His mother would often scold him for coming home drenched, but those were moments he cherished. Fragments of a more simpler time now lost to the currents of fate.
Sheltering beneath a sprawling tree, Cloud found refuge from the rain. The canopy of leaves and intertwined branches above provided a patchwork shield, allowing only the occasional stray droplet to reach him. He leaned against the sturdy trunk, the rough bark pressing into his back. His eyelids had grown heavy, lulled by the rhythmic patter of rain and the distant sounds of the world around him. For a moment, it felt as though the weight of his past was lifted, just long enough to let him drift into a light, restless sleep.
Time slipped away unnoticed, the rain gradually easing into silence. When Cloud finally stirred, blinking groggily as the rain had passed, leaving the air thick with the earthy smell of damp soil and fresh greenery. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to shake off the drowsiness when a sudden jarring sound shattered the tranquility — the angry sound of a boar and the frantic shouts of a nearby farmer.
Cloud snapped upright, immediately on high alert. The serene world he had fallen asleep in was now replaced by chaos. In the distance, a massive boar was tearing through a pumpkin patch, its tusks glinting under the faint light of the clearing skies. The beast had been enraged, destroying everything in its path as the farmer desperately tried to fend it off. Cloud knew all too well what would come next. In a heartbeat, Cloud was on his feet, dashing across the field with remarkable speed. His boots hit the now - softened earth as he closed the distance. The boar, sensing the farmer’s panic prepared to charge, but Cloud moved faster. Before the beast could barrel forward, Cloud leapt into action whilst drawing his sword with practiced precision.
With a swift deliberate strike, his blade sliced through one of the boar’s tusks, sending the severed ivory spinning across the ground. The boar reeled, its fury growing, but Cloud remained calm, positioning himself between the animal and the farmer.
"Get back inside." Cloud ordered, his voice firm but calm. The farmer, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and relief, scrambled to obey. As the man retreated, Cloud tightened his grip on the Buster Sword. Eyes narrowing at the still - raging boar.
The boar snorted angrily, pawing the ground as if readying for another charge. Cloud stood firm. The weight of his sword comforting in his hands.
Post by Cloud Strife on Sept 1, 2024 16:03:18 GMT -6
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Like Seeing a Ghost
As Cloud stared at Oren, a flicker of confusion crossed his features. a subtle tightening around his eyes that betrayed his inner thoughtss. Oren spoke to him with a familiarity that Cloud struggled to reciprocate with him, each word pulling at the frayed edges of his fragmented memory. The man before him seemed to know him somewhat at least, speaking as if they shared a somewhat common history, yet for Cloud, those memories were distant .. hidden in the fog that clouded his mind.
It almost made him feel guilty — the years of trauma, the experiments, and the countless battles had left his memory a maze of fog and shadows, where familiar faces often lurked just out of reach. He wanted to remember, but it was like trying to grasp smoke. Intangible and elusive.
He could sense Oren’s earnestness, the genuine familiarity in his tone, but Cloud’s own mind refused to cooperate. Every time he tried to push through the haze to force the memories to the surface, it was as if a wall of static slammed into his consciousness. A blaring, relentless white noise that sent a sharp jolt of pain through his skull, threatening to split his mind in two. It was a sensation he had grown all too familiar with as a cruel reminder of the past that he could never fully escape.
The pain was like an electric current, sharp and sudden, searing through his thoughts and leaving a lingering ache in its wake. Yet, Cloud had grown accustomed to it by now. A dull throb that he had learned to endure. The shock of pain was nothing new as it barely registered as he flinched, the reaction so slight that most wouldn’t even notice. It was just another burden he carried, one more scar etched into his psyche.
But the struggle to remember was there, gnawing at him even as the pain receded. He forced himself to stay in the moment, to focus on the here and now, where Oren sat before him. Even if the past was a blur, Cloud owed him his attention — owed it to whatever bond they once shared, even if he couldn’t fully recall it. If there evn was one at least.
Cloud’s gaze softened slightly, a rare moment of vulnerability seeping through his usual stoic exterior. “Sorry,” he finally managed, his voice low and tinged with regret. “My memories… they’re not what they used to be. Let's just say they're a little foggy.”
He wished he could say more, explain the confusion that plagued him, but the words wouldn’t come. All he could offer was his presence, his willingness to listen, and perhaps, in time, some part of the past would return to him. For now, he would take things one step at a time. Starting with Oren and the here and now.
Post by Cloud Strife on Aug 2, 2024 21:00:29 GMT -6
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Blossoms of Reunion
A part of him instinctively wanted to reach for his sword, the old reflex kicking in at the thought that this might be another cruel trick from Sephiroth. How could it not be though? But Sephiroth hadn’t been seen since Cloud arrived in this world — or so his experience had led him to believe. Still he had learned to never say never. Cloud blinked, his usually sharp, vigilant eyes now wide with disbelief. His hands, instead of grasping his weapon, found themselves clasping Aerith’s, as if needing to confirm her existence through touch. The warmth of her skin, the softness of her fingers .. it all felt too real to be a mere illusion.
“It’s you…” he murmured, his voice a mixture of awe and confusion. “But you died… You died right in front of me.”
His words were heavy with the memory of that heartbreaking moment. The sight of her life slipping away while he was powerless to stop it. Now, standing before him, she seemed as vibrant and alive as ever, a opposite to the grief and guilt he had carried since her death.
Cloud’s grip on Aerith’s hands tightened slightly as if fearing she might disappear if he let go. The world around them seemed to blur and even almost coming to a stop, the bustling city fading into the background, leaving only the two of them in this surreal reunion. His heart pounded in his chest. A chaotic mix of relief, confusion, and a flicker of hope he hadn’t dared to feel in a long time.
“How…?” he managed to ask, his voice barely more than a whisper. The question hung in the air, filled with the weight of all the pain and longing that had built up over time.
For a moment he allowed himself to believe in the impossible. to hope that perhaps, in this strange new world, miracles could happen. Aerith’s presence was a beacon of light in the darkness that had surrounded him for so long, a reminder of the goodness and beauty that still existed despite the battles and losses. He gazed into her eyes, seeking answers, but also finding solace in the familiar kindness that had always been her hallmark. This unexpected reunion, this chance to see her again, was a gift he never thought he’d receive. And for now he held onto it, refusing to let go.
Cloud’s posture was relaxed yet guarded as he shrugged, his elbows resting on the table. His hands clasped together and he let his chin rest lightly on them. The gesture carried a casual indifference, but beneath it his mind was active. Processing each word Oren had shared.
