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Mar. 15th, 2011 07:37 pm
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[The feed begins early in the morning, just before dawn. It's impossible to say who's recording, because all it captures is the sunrise. And it's beautiful; the colors are vivid, the day is cold and it makes everything that much sharper.

The sun climbs over the horizon at last and there's a flurry of dust across the screen. The PCD turns off when the feed times out.
]


[OFFLINE: a note to Raven]

Hey, Spatzi.

I need to speak to the Higher Ups. Hold it together while I'm gone, ja?


[It's not signed because, well, she'll know who it was from.

There's also a note to Alphonse, saying simply, 'Sorry. Watch after Negi'. The few herbs Johannes left that Horst recognizes are mixed into sachets for Killua, Kotarou, and Negi. It encourages dreamless sleep.

If your name is Tyki, you get a key to Horst's bar and a note: 'Help yourself.'
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Date: 2011-03-16 03:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mirroredecho.livejournal.com
[No, he doesn't know it. Because if he did, do you really think his fucking PCD would be in ashes on the floor right now? There were very, very few things in Cloud's life that you didn't mess with. It didn't matter if that's what you meant or not, because that's how it sounded.

And Zack's death and anything that takes away from what he did, from what he gave? Is unforgivable. Like him questioning your loyalty, Rei. You don't do it.

He knows it's cheap, but he also knows Horst far better than you do, and he knows why he did what he did. He gets it and he understands. Is he going to beat the ever loving crap out of him when he gets back for what he's done? Yes. But he still gets it. And he's not going to take away from it because it might do some good.

You have your methods, he has his. And Cloud is tired of being in the middle of the two. And usually, he'd choose yours, because of his own loyalty.

This time? He just can't give it to you. So next time? Word your rage better and say what you mean instead of whatever pops into your throat and comes flying out of your mouth before thinking about how it could be taken by the other person. Then maybe he'll get over it.]

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