just a day in the life.

[mostlycloudy]

Who; Cloud Strife (mostlycloudy) and you!
What; Making his way downtown; some memory threads/catch-all
Where; Multiple Locations
When; Throughout January
Warnings; Only what may come up in memory threads; will update accordingly



Cloud's occupation took him many places in and outside the city, and he wasn't about to let the snow impede his progress. What was his occupation? Nothing in particular, and yet everything. He did odd-jobs for people around the city: clearing out direrats, eliminating giant roach infestations in the Docks, whatever someone might be willing to pay him for, really. Today he'd been lucky enough to have been near a merchant's stall when he'd overheard the man grumbling about needing some textiles delivered to the noble district. He knew there was a delivery service around town, but Tommy had enough clientele to share and Cloud could use the coin.

Later, his delivery made, he's making his way back south towards the markets when a glitter catches his attention from a small drift of snow and he stoops to retrieve it. He'd been paying enough attention to the network to know what it might mean, but curiosity won out in the end. A sharp intake of breath sounded as his fingers touched the crystal in the snow and images flooded his mind.

(OOC: If you'd like Cloud to have found one of your character's crystals, just let me know! You can PM this journal or hit me up on discord (vikael#0221) or plurk (vikael. If you'd like to simply run into him for general threads, feel free to start a prompt below!

Some prompts are closed for planned shenanigans! Also, if you'd like to have anyone find one of his memories, they're right here!)

Comments

[unbreakable_king]

"I mean that I care that she has something that will protect her heart."

And this man might well be that.

[mostlycloudy]

Did Cloud think that was him? It was hard to say. He'd never really thought about being anyone's boyfriend or anything like that. He didn't even know how to tell if someone was going for a high five, as Rhy so eloquently pointed out.

He crossed his arms, frowning.

"Trust me, she can take care of that, too."

[unbreakable_king]

"Perhaps," Rhy said with a shrug. "But sometimes, well, sometimes a person need more help with that."

[mostlycloudy]

"Uh huh." He didn't disagree, of course, but it just felt like Rhy was beating around the bush, so to speak. "What are you getting at?"

[unbreakable_king]

Oh dear, the man is just so impossible.

"If you have romantic aspirations to her, you should show her."

[mostlycloudy]

He narrowed his eyes at the man, crossing his arms again, defensive.

"You think you know us pretty well."

[unbreakable_king]

Rhy sighs and rolls his eyes. Of course the man is just being like this.

"And you seem to assume cruel intentions."

[mostlycloudy]

"I just don't get why you think it's any of your business."

Because they were strangers, and the world was cruel. Everyone was out for themselves, so what did Rhy get out of this?

[unbreakable_king]

"You're worse than Kell," he sighs, shaking his head. "Can't even trust someone caring about the hearts of others."

[mostlycloudy]

"You don't trust people until they earn it." And his voice was hard again. "Otherwise, you're asking to get used."

[unbreakable_king]

"Oh I know how to identify being used, and I have no use for you, Mister Beekeeper," Rhy answered, then turned and walked away. Aerith deserved better actually.