easypromises | Blame Time Compression And Aerith: Seifer Nonsense

It had been a few days since Cloud had gotten the message about a strange figure seen in the ruins of Midgar, even Fenris could only go so fast across an entire continent and he'd been on the far side of things.

He'd have normally let Reeve and the others handle it, weird shit out of Midgar was a WRO Problem. However between the weird hiccup with time materia, a bout of very vivid deja vu and the mention of whomever (or whatever) it was wearing a long coat and having an odd sword... Cloud wasn't leaving any chances.

So it was that the rumble of Fenrir's engine made it's way to the Old Church, it was the safest spot to make camp for anyone who could manage to get to it and the cleared area around it often used for such by those brave or desperate enough to venture in to the ruins for scrap.

The sun was starting to set, crimson throwing shadows from behind the towering hub of what had been a metropolis.

"Hopefully nothing." Cloud muttered to himself, swinging off the bike and stretching before squinting out at the ruins. Maybe he'd spot something quickly and be done.

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"Like I said. Got a call and came to check it out. Reports of a guy in a long coat with a weird sword in the ruins here. Seems like it was just you, unless you've seen someone else besides me around." He explained, "This place is... Safe. Monsters don't come in here and the water helps with injuries and certain illnesses."

He tilts his head a little, considering the taller blond. "How'd you get here?"

"Haven't seen another person since I woke up here."

Which he had just taken as 'of course, I helped destroy the world, it makes sense I should be punished by being alone'. This, though, was not what he'd expected.

As for how? Well, he didn't have an answer for that.

"...woke up here?" Cloud blinked, a frown between his brows as he puzzled at it.

"Where were you before?"

See, isn't that a dangerous question? How was he supposed to explain?

Oh right.

"Not here."

Because Seifer can be a bit of an ass.

Cloud just sort of nodded at that, he understood not wanting to talk about something.

"I can get you a place to stay. Depends on what you want to put up with until you figure things out."

The guy doesn't seem like some sort of drunk, and there's a non-zero chance he was in some sort of experiment tank that finally gave out and let him free. Cloud would let Reeve or someone from the Turks handle digging in to things any further.

Put up with? Man, he's put up with a lot of stuff before. He can probably do it again.

"Except I've got to walk a few days to get there, huh?"

Or ride that fucking thing out there the guy CLAIMED was a motorcycle and was actually too large to fucking exist.

"Or I give you a ride." Cloud repeated, "You're not... in a dire enough condition to call a helicopter in. I'm a good driver, even if we get attacked, and Fenrir can outpace most monsters."

He shrugged. "Or you can walk, yeah."

What the fuck is a helicopter?

"That thing looks like it would fall over at a stiff breeze."

That actually got a snort of a laugh out of Cloud and a shake of his head. "No, that'd be a Hardy Daytona. Things can't take a hit."

There was a groan of metal and concrete giving way in the distance, and a ground shaking crash as part of the ruins fell a few sectors over after the years of weathering, abandonment, and destruction finally won. There was a slight ripple in the water from the vibration of it.

"... probably just that part of the plate in Sector Three finally falling."

The thing looks like a fucking monster. But who is Seifer to judge? It looked more stable than the Galbadian bikes at least.

"Fucking hell, how can you just take that in stride?"

"Midgar's been collapsing for about three years now, between Meteor and DEEPGROUND..." he shrugged, "There's a reason everyone who could moved to either Junon or Edge. There's no real rebuilding Midgar after everything and the structures of it aren't... being maintained."

Midgar? Meteor? Seifer looks genuinely lost and chooses to cover it by taking out his apple and taking a large bite of it. Can't talk about how confusing this all is if you've got your mouth full. Not and be polite.

Not that he often wanted to be polite, mind you. But his eyebrows are raised, as if to say 'tell me more'

Cloud just unwrapped one of the paper packages, splitting apart whatever was inside and offering over the choice of halves of... cheese.

"I'm not a structural engineer, that's Reeve." he shrugged, "He's the one to talk to about it, I'm just a delivery guy."

Cheese? Just fucking chunks of cheese? Is this a damn cartoon?

"Delivery guys don't move like you," Seifer counters, will all of the assurance of a trained mercenary.

No it's a guy who eats on the road most of the time and chunks of things to just shove in his mouth are efficient.

He just shrugged at that, "It's what I do most of the time these days."

Okay, that's a fair point, but he doesn't like it at all.

"Why would you do that?" he asks, frowning. "Deliveries as opposed to whatever you acutally do."

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