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[i_love_squats]

[It’s a late night post, a video display of Zack from his chin on down, facing a clear glass bowl with a golden fish idly swimming in lackadaisical circles. He really needs to put more stuff in there, you know. Fake plastic trees. Treasure chests. Something. Gil has to get bored with just those precious rocks given to him from small, kind hands…]

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[voice]

[halcyonthird]

He's missed his patrols. I think he would have informed me if he meant to do so.

[private]

If not the natives, or us, maybe it's what?

[voice]

[i_love_squats]

I'll go out and look for him. This whole thing, it's really not like Scar... [And frankly, he doesn't want to believe Scar is gone, sent home like so many others. Not yet. Not without scouring the place from top to bottom, just like he knew the man would do for him.]

[Private]

Um, would you believe me if I said "nothing"?

[voice l private]

[halcyonthird]

From what I know if him, I agree. The more of us that look, the better. We should search in opposite directions. Sooner that later.

[A door shuts, and if it sounds as if she's on the move---

---she is. The ruins. It's what's for breakfast. Lunch and dinner, too. It's almost a second home.]

I'm heading toward the Southwestern corner.

I may have, if you hadn't started your sentence with 'um'. You don't have to tell me, but the option is there should you wish to.

Did you forget to [tell me what the hell that happened to your hand?] change your bandage?

[voice l private]

[i_love_squats]

[Always moving, aren't you, Irene? Can't stay still for longer than a second, which is part of the reason he likes you. That, and you wear your armor well.]

Then I'll hit the northern regions. I wonder if we should organize a party or just go it alone...?

[Crap, he hated being an open book!] It's... complicated. Did... did I ever--or did Kunsel ever-- tell you about Jenova? [Because it's a long story, an unhappy one, and one that made him wonder if the dream was tied in with the sudden appearance of a particular son or two.]

Huh? Oh, yeah. This. I just was busy. It looks worse than it is.

[voice l private]

[halcyonthird]

A party is never a bad idea - we can cover more ground that way. [Lucian would lend a hand, wouldn't he? There are others she can think of asking, and will in the next few moments.]

Very little. [She never pried, but that's not because she wasn't concerned. There were things said when the Shadows came, but she hasn't spoken of them since. She has her own silence to contend with, so she tries not to step too far into what might be too painful for him to speak of.] Does this have to do with...

...your wings?

[And that would be one of the things she has not mentioned since then!]

Busy.

...have you seen a healer?

[voice l private]

[i_love_squats]

I know a few folks that'll help. How about you? [It'd take a small army to keep Mei away, he assumed. And there were others. Maybe he'd cycle it through the Patrol, look for their help. And the Police force.

[...Grr. Byakuya. Maybe not the Police force.]

[He stops for a moment at the remark, then frowns a little and hangs his head.] It's...weird. Hard to explain. You, ah, know how I'm a little different than normal folks? Stronger, faster, that sort of thing? You know what SOLDIER really is, don't you? That we're...enhanced?

[Funny. Claymores and SOLDIER? Not that different after all.]

Well, you see, I've been busy...

[LIES!]