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[Horst is in his supah fine Victorian clothes, twirling his hat idly] Right. I guess I'll get this started.
[Throat clear. Kneel in front of the PCD.] The holidays are upon us and I have a parade to run. Cloud Strife, I'm on my knees asking you to come and have fun. If you're really good, I can see to it that Santa tosses a candy cane in your direction. It just won't be the same if you're not there, so please, come.
[Throat clear. Kneel in front of the PCD.] The holidays are upon us and I have a parade to run. Cloud Strife, I'm on my knees asking you to come and have fun. If you're really good, I can see to it that Santa tosses a candy cane in your direction. It just won't be the same if you're not there, so please, come.
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[The smirk slowly disappears, and Vincent's eyes go back to their original red color and his pupils take on their normal shape again. The man just ... stares at the feed, face blank, as if the previous exchange had never happened.]
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[He won't elaborate, because Chaos is a fairly common name for ... well a lot of things, and it probably evoked something he has no idea about.]
That's no business of yours.
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[Good Lord, is everyone here like Cloud?]
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[Meaning, he has no intentions to satisfy that curiosity.]
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The feed gets cut abruptly, showing onyl static.]