❦ 13th Record
Valeth-san, Target-san - I'm fit for duty again. Hope nothing dire happened while I was [slight pause] unavailable.
Sniper, Youth, Smoke, Snake, [pause] Silvar [little ink blot] you guys ok?
Lea, Castor, Pollux - [long, long pause] thanks.
[[Yeah, he pretty much booked it out of the Spa as soon as he regained his sight, lol. Now somewhere on ( Read more... )
Sniper, Youth, Smoke, Snake, [pause] Silvar [little ink blot] you guys ok?
Lea, Castor, Pollux - [long, long pause] thanks.
[[Yeah, he pretty much booked it out of the Spa as soon as he regained his sight, lol. Now somewhere on ( Read more... )
[There is a small pause here as he tactfully moves his head away from the journal so it's not terribly obvious that he is bawling in relief.]
I'm doing great. I mean, better than I've been for the past few days. I thought we were definitely blind forever, but it looks like we're all back to normal, and that's... such a relief.
[No, that drip on the page definitely isn't a tear. It's probably snot.]
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Right, [he said, then hesitated. But why not talk about his memory? If even that was dangerous, did he care? He endured electrocution! He climbed back into the fray! Surely he could handle this. And besides, Cloud was a good guy.
He was quiet for another moment, pressing his fingers together uneasily before biting the bullet with the only piece of information that could possibly relate to both of them.] Prince was in it.
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He straightened up as the elevator doors slid open to reveal the Wilderness.]
Prince, really? [That... was kind of surprising. Cloud had known that Sniper and Prince knew each other, and that Sniper had been looking for Prince, but nothing in either of their conduct had led him to believe they knew each other.
Of course, he'd never seen the two of them together, either.]
Huh. ...was it a good memory?
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[He placed one hand on the side of the elevator, watching with interest as the doors slid open. He stepped out, and tried to put his hands in pockets that were no longer there. He spread his arms out to stare at his new garments curiously, noting the yellow insignia on his robes curiously.]
Whoa. [He tugged at his sleeves, then addressed Cloud's question.] It wasn't a bad memory. [It was exhilarating, and telling, and terrifying and confusing, but not bad.] Kinda painful, actually, but not bad.
[He chuckled quietly to himself and backtracked.] I mean, except for the pain bit. Pain's just not a good thing.
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Mmm... [Cloud chuckled a little at the expression on Sniper's face as the clothes appeared, taking his own wardrobe change in stride--he'd already come down here enough to expect it by now.
He loosened the silver-and-green 'tie' a little--it always felt too tight--and tugged his robe a little straighter.]
I see. Painful, huh. [That didn't sound very good. Though thinking back to the little Prince let slip about the memory he'd gotten...] ...were you in a fight?
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Although, to be fair, he was fascinated by it. It felt strange; he was more accustomed to wearing loose, functional clothing rather than these bulky robes, but that wouldn't stop him from waving his arms around to see the fabric ripple.] You could call it that, [he said, mostly on account of the fact that fights generally meant that the two were actually fighting, as opposed to one only being ground into the deck.]
I'm not sure why we were fighting... but it wasn't Prince and I fighting, if you were wondering. [He arched a brow at Cloud.] Or else I'd hardly still be looking for him.
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...Sounds more exciting than the memory I saw.
[His hands groped around the robes for a brief moment, before he frowned faintly and tucked them into the sleeves instead. That was the main problem with the outfits here... no pockets. And as a very annoying side effect, no cigarettes, either.
At least the place returned them as soon as he stepped through the doors of the elevator.
He started walking toward the castle.]
Come on, let's keep moving.
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[He followed Cloud's lead, not even bothering to disguise the amazement slowly dawning on his face.] I mean, Krile can do all sorts of amazing things, and I wonder what sort of place has THAT PAINTING JUST MOVED.
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I don't mind. [His tone was mild. Three other people he knew, and a medic he barely spoke to even at work, had seen the thing for themselves already... though he did want to control how many people heard him talking about it, he didn't mind telling Sniper. They had been through the same thing, after all... and he felt he kind of owed the kid anyway, for all the trouble.] It was mostly me, just... talking. I was telling a woman I didn't recognize about... about a kind of mushi. [This might be difficult to talk about, only because he didn't really know what mushi actually were. But he'd try to explain
( ... )
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Why is it doing that? [He squeaked.
And why did he feel like he needed salt? He waved one hand in the painting's direction.]
Hello, fair... steed! We come in peace! Do you think it can hear us? Or is it just a trick?
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...I don't know. [He finally replied, in answer to all of Sniper's questions. He moved a little closer to the picture, reaching out one hand to poke the painted sky with a finger.
He jumped and snatched his hand away again when a little man suddenly ran onto the field. The painted person drew his sword and waved it around menacingly--if that word could be applied to a two-dimensional creation of pigment on canvas.]
Egad! Trespassers! I challenge you filthy scoundrels to a duel!
[Cloud blinked.] Uh... excuse me?
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You will not stand a chance against the mighty Sniper and the--the--
[He paused in his dramatics.]
Oi, Cloud. Do you want to be The Fearsome Cloud? You could probably be The Fearsome Cloud. But that just makes it sound like you'll start thundering.
[He appeared to have calmed some, but notably stood just close enough to Cloud to be sure that he could dart behind him again, should the need arise.]
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Sir Cadogan will not be defeated by a coward and a cloud! Draw your blades, if you be men!
[Cloud shook his head at Sniper, only half-paying attention to Cadogan's declaration.] I'm not that fierce. Besides, 'curious' would fit me much better. Or maybe 'wandering,' I like that one.
And we don't have any blades, [He directed that last at the man in the painting, since it was pretty obvious he could hear them.]
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You've got bad hearing, Sir Cadogan. I said the mighty Sniper. Migh-ty.
[He looked over at Cloud as the other man spoke and tilted his head, looking a bit displeased at Cloud's nicknames for himself.]
But the Curious Cloud or the Wandering Cloud don't sound very intimidating at all, [he complained.] You have to strike fear into the hearts of painting-knights everywhere. It sounds kinda like a kid's book, too. You know, "Once upon a time, the wandering cloud... wandered."
[He appeared to consider this.]
But I guess the wandering Cloud could possibly wander fearlessly into adventure and emerge victorious and rain on bad guys and stuff.
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[The knight lay on the ground for a moment or two, either regaining his breath or figuring out how to stand back up in the armor. Finally, he got to his feet with many clanks, clatters, and groans.]
A foul blow, by gad! Zounds, I'll see you pay for that! [He ran over to where his sword had landed with his armor clanking all the while, puffing a little. When he reached the sword, he gave it a few tugs... but it seemed to have gotten stuck in the ground somehow.] Wizardry! Your tricks will get you nowhere, for Sir Cadogan needs no weapon to defeat ones such as you!
[Cloud sighed a little.] Right. I'm sure you'll defeat us no problem. You are aware you seem to be stuck inside a painting, right?
[Turning back to Sniper, he smirked slightly.] ( ... )
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Y-you're...
[He paused for another sharp burst of laughter to fall through. Eventually calming, he grinned at the picture.] Okay, so you're not so scary after all, Sir Cardigan. Why do you want to fight us?
[When Cloud pointed out that there didn't have to be bad guys, Sniper shrugged, still too amused to provide much of an argument.] Because that's how stories are.
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