Merrily, merrily, strolling along. Kind of. [Active/slightly backdated]

[mustcatchme1st]

Character(s): Cloud Strife, Demyx, Squall Leonhart, Zack Fair
Content: The trio runs into ‘Eddie’ while walking back to the hotel
Setting: Somewhere along the road from Vanaheim to J7
Time: Afternoon, day before this post.
Warnings: None at the moment

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[whatsajailbait]

Domes, domes, domes, pretty paintings, shiny fake plants, domes... there really wasn't much to look at, in this place. Turning his head this way and that, Cloud thought that the displacement was jarring, even more so than Midgar. While Midgar had a lot of pollution and more than enough amounts of metal to make anyone allergic to it suffer conniptions, it was tolerable, at some level. It was polluted, yes, but at least it was relatively natural

[maybeimaleon]

To be fair part of the reason that Squall hadn't attempted harm on Zack's person was because he was sort of used to having to deal with annoying people. That and he didn't really want to bother with using any of his spells or summons to do it. He didn't really have a good way to the former back, and the latter were likely to cause more destruction then was worth the trouble.

Not that he was particularly interested in playing tour guide any longer than he had to, though. It was just that he'd grown used to having to deal with a wide variety of things on the scale of 'annoying' over the years. Besides, he still didn't really have anything better to do, so it wasn't like it was hurting anything. At least not yet, anyway.

[ix_enough]

It hadn't been too hard to find Zack, when all was said and done. Being one of the men in black could have its perks around here. Granted, the term had gotten more figurative than literal lately; between Demyx's blue jeans and denim jacket, he didn't actually have a scrap of black on him at the moment, which was very deliberate. If this idea he had was going to come to anything, his real affiliations were going to have to stay ambiguous for a while.

Upon spotting the group, he started walking casually toward them, as if he'd just happened to be on the same street by coincidence. A little closer and he waved, feigning surprise. "Oh, hey, Zack!" he greeted the one of the three that he recognized. "Fancy seeing you here."

[mustcatchme1st]

"Yeah. Me too. I could sure use a stop at another restaurant. Test out the local fares, you know?" Zack asked no one in particular. As long as food was involved, he was good to go.

Zack sidled up to the other man in their party, eyes declaring quite adamantly that he hoped Squall's answer was the same. "Squall, are you--"

Now it was quite understandable how Zack had overlooked Demyx's approach. He didn't miss the man, as SOLDIERs were trained better than that, but had dismissed the man as a not quite immediate threat upon spotting the mop of possibly native blond hair. Evidently, Zack hadn't drawn two and two together to get four lines.

"Heee~ey, how you doin', pal?" Zack waved enthusiastically at the stranger with an arm overhead, possibly displacing Squall and having absolutely no idea who this was. Then again, he'd spoken to quite a few people over journals since his arrival. This could have been any of them.

[whatsajailbait]

Who would call for Zack here? Stopping for a moment, Cloud looked at the man - teenager, it seemed like, with outrageous hair (not that he could say much about it without being a hypocrite, though his was perfectly natural) just a few years older than himself and then turned his attention back to the SOLDIER being called in the first place. They looked like normal friends meeting by chance in a busy street. The blond man seemed to home in on Zack easily, recognizing him and Zack looked like he was just ...

He wanted to test his theory. "Sir, is he another friend of yours?"