[Cloud, himself, was spending the early hours looking around the city. Really, he'd normally be home after a night's work by now- but the announcement for all mirrorbound had him doing circuits around the districts.
It wasn't like there was a financial incentive for extra work. Of course not- the Coven itself was probably too busy to note who brought in who, but... that wasn't the reason he was doing it. It was something more personal- more self-motivated than just helping who he could for helping's sake. More self-motivated than getting paid, too. His mind was lingering on his friends. Barret, Red, Cid, Yuffie. ...Even Cait Sith. If any of them were out there...
It's an easy thing to spot the new arrivals. The majority of their changes, for the moment at least, haven't come through, sure. But the looks of confusion that are on all of their faces, the uncertain way that they look at Aefenglom itself is all the confirmation he needs. Each he runs into are stopped. They're told, albeit reticently, that they need to get to the coven. Given directions. Some of them look unsure, like they could do with an escort. Some of them ask questions. He does his best to brush them off, to tell them all they need to do is go to the coven, then they'll get answers.
Then he moves on. ...Doesn't feel good to just leave them. But it's the only way he can keep looking. This policy isn't exactly great. Some seem pissed that they've woken up in this new world and some spiky-hared punk can't be bothered to actually take them, in an unfamiliar city, to where they need to go- just gives them vague directions and won't listen to why they can't be here, but he's moving on.
That is until he reaches his last for the night. Surprising, but that's... an understatement. A gross one. He's walking unsteadily as if trying to work through a limp. Pretty tall, too. Built, tanned,
and...
and...
His breath catches in his throat. He stumbles into a run, forgets to breathe. The only thought that enters his head is a simple one, why are his eyes wet? Why are his fists balled? Why...
Just breathe.]
Hey!
[He's going to turn around. Just like the people in his vicinity that have already. Or... He's going to keep on going, isn't he? No matter how he...
unusual arrival!
It wasn't like there was a financial incentive for extra work. Of course not- the Coven itself was probably too busy to note who brought in who, but... that wasn't the reason he was doing it. It was something more personal- more self-motivated than just helping who he could for helping's sake. More self-motivated than getting paid, too. His mind was lingering on his friends. Barret, Red, Cid, Yuffie. ...Even Cait Sith. If any of them were out there...
It's an easy thing to spot the new arrivals. The majority of their changes, for the moment at least, haven't come through, sure. But the looks of confusion that are on all of their faces, the uncertain way that they look at Aefenglom itself is all the confirmation he needs. Each he runs into are stopped. They're told, albeit reticently, that they need to get to the coven. Given directions. Some of them look unsure, like they could do with an escort. Some of them ask questions. He does his best to brush them off, to tell them all they need to do is go to the coven, then they'll get answers.
Then he moves on. ...Doesn't feel good to just leave them. But it's the only way he can keep looking. This policy isn't exactly great. Some seem pissed that they've woken up in this new world and some spiky-hared punk can't be bothered to actually take them, in an unfamiliar city, to where they need to go- just gives them vague directions and won't listen to why they can't be here, but he's moving on.
That is until he reaches his last for the night. Surprising, but that's... an understatement. A gross one. He's walking unsteadily as if trying to work through a limp. Pretty tall, too. Built, tanned,
and...
and...
His breath catches in his throat. He stumbles into a run, forgets to breathe. The only thought that enters his head is a simple one, why are his eyes wet? Why are his fists balled? Why...
Just breathe.]
Hey!
[He's going to turn around. Just like the people in his vicinity that have already. Or... He's going to keep on going, isn't he? No matter how he...
Just like that time.
Wait, what time?
His voice raises in pitch, desperate, as he shoves his way through people.]
Stop!