Got some good news and some bad news...
Who: Vincent and Cid
When: After this conversation.
Where: LONDON! \o/
Summary: Cid shows up, stubborn as always, and Vincent goes to see an old friend.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence, Cid, possible blood.
Stubborn old fool, he had wanted to say. But whom exactly Vincent Valentine was meaning, he didn't know.
For one, he shouldn't have been relieved. It was a minor thing, at best. A soft sort of oddness that sat at the core of his gut, mostly ignored. Cid. Cid Highwind. Here. Now. Someone he knew, and someone that... that... Well, he wasn't sure how to classify their... friendship. Vincent wasn't quite as sociably adept as most others. That isn't a secret. But in this case, it wasn't the same as it had to often been with Cloud (madness, he understand Cloud's madness, if nothing else). Even Yuffie-- though he was wary of her.
It was like lifting his hands. Lifting them to some light of sanity and grasping it, as odd as it sounded.
Shaking the thought off, Vincent concentrated on his fast, lumbering pace across rooftops; he hasn't quite managed to get the complete feeling in his left leg from a few hours ago, a small attack that caught him during a rare nap. Coordinates? Didn't need them. He knew their scents. Speaking merely wasted time, when there were more effective ways of tracking, and much easier for dodging akuma. Creatures that spat infection, could take the likeness of others.
But they could not smell like them. It's just something that takes a certain sense of hyper-focus...
A crimson shadow, passing across, growing closer-- it isn't until then, when he was sure he would be in visible distance, that Vincent takes to the surface streets. Ponderings can wait. Impulse had won over logic.
When: After this conversation.
Where: LONDON! \o/
Summary: Cid shows up, stubborn as always, and Vincent goes to see an old friend.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence, Cid, possible blood.
Stubborn old fool, he had wanted to say. But whom exactly Vincent Valentine was meaning, he didn't know.
For one, he shouldn't have been relieved. It was a minor thing, at best. A soft sort of oddness that sat at the core of his gut, mostly ignored. Cid. Cid Highwind. Here. Now. Someone he knew, and someone that... that... Well, he wasn't sure how to classify their... friendship. Vincent wasn't quite as sociably adept as most others. That isn't a secret. But in this case, it wasn't the same as it had to often been with Cloud (madness, he understand Cloud's madness, if nothing else). Even Yuffie-- though he was wary of her.
It was like lifting his hands. Lifting them to some light of sanity and grasping it, as odd as it sounded.
Shaking the thought off, Vincent concentrated on his fast, lumbering pace across rooftops; he hasn't quite managed to get the complete feeling in his left leg from a few hours ago, a small attack that caught him during a rare nap. Coordinates? Didn't need them. He knew their scents. Speaking merely wasted time, when there were more effective ways of tracking, and much easier for dodging akuma. Creatures that spat infection, could take the likeness of others.
But they could not smell like them. It's just something that takes a certain sense of hyper-focus...
A crimson shadow, passing across, growing closer-- it isn't until then, when he was sure he would be in visible distance, that Vincent takes to the surface streets. Ponderings can wait. Impulse had won over logic.