Cloud isn't much for socializing, so he isn't exactly going out of his way to meet anyone. Right now, he's more interested in observing - particularly since Buster doesn't seem to have accompanied him, and he feels practically naked without it. There's something else bugging him, too, something he can't quite put his finger on...
...and he doesn't manage to figure it out before someone approaches him with some kind of drink, which he accepts along with the offer to add a little liquor to it. And once he's started drinking it, the nagging feeling subsides enough that he can focus on other things. Like the city passing by outside the windows. Much more like Shinra's VR version of 'the Promised Land' than Midgar.
Anyone who approaches finds him sipping his drink and watching the scenery pass by with a somewhat pensive look.
IIa. Waters of Seeing
It's the flowers that draw him at first, rather than the water. The flowers that coax him to crouch beside a pond and dip his fingers in to brush them against a floating flower petal on the surface. He'd really never thought much about flowers before that night, but nowadays he thinks about them all the time.
After a moment, he realizes there are more flowers than there should be - no, some of them are part of a vision that's rippled to life in the water, and standing among them is--
"Aerith..." He hastens to pull his hand back from the pond, lest it disturb the vision and make it disappear. Anyone who happens by will see him just like that, crouching just where the water meets the land and mesmerized by the image laid out before him.
IIIb. Skyracing
All this glowing energy everywhere is a little disconcerting for someone as intimately familiar with mako as Cloud is. The people here say this 'Bios' stuff is natural and vital, not harmful, but it glows in much the same way his eyes do, and he's not one to trust easily.
Those worries fly right out of his head, though, when he spots the racers zooming by overhead. He watches with widened eyes, heart picking up its pace with excitement. As soon as someone from up there comes down to land, he's jogging over there to talk to them.
"Hey." He gestures slightly with his chin toward whatever they were riding. "There more of these available anywhere around here?"
Cloud Strife | FFVII Remake/Rebirth
Cloud isn't much for socializing, so he isn't exactly going out of his way to meet anyone. Right now, he's more interested in observing - particularly since Buster doesn't seem to have accompanied him, and he feels practically naked without it. There's something else bugging him, too, something he can't quite put his finger on...
...and he doesn't manage to figure it out before someone approaches him with some kind of drink, which he accepts along with the offer to add a little liquor to it. And once he's started drinking it, the nagging feeling subsides enough that he can focus on other things. Like the city passing by outside the windows. Much more like Shinra's VR version of 'the Promised Land' than Midgar.
Anyone who approaches finds him sipping his drink and watching the scenery pass by with a somewhat pensive look.
IIa. Waters of Seeing
It's the flowers that draw him at first, rather than the water. The flowers that coax him to crouch beside a pond and dip his fingers in to brush them against a floating flower petal on the surface. He'd really never thought much about flowers before that night, but nowadays he thinks about them all the time.
After a moment, he realizes there are more flowers than there should be - no, some of them are part of a vision that's rippled to life in the water, and standing among them is--
"Aerith..." He hastens to pull his hand back from the pond, lest it disturb the vision and make it disappear. Anyone who happens by will see him just like that, crouching just where the water meets the land and mesmerized by the image laid out before him.
IIIb. Skyracing
All this glowing energy everywhere is a little disconcerting for someone as intimately familiar with mako as Cloud is. The people here say this 'Bios' stuff is natural and vital, not harmful, but it glows in much the same way his eyes do, and he's not one to trust easily.
Those worries fly right out of his head, though, when he spots the racers zooming by overhead. He watches with widened eyes, heart picking up its pace with excitement. As soon as someone from up there comes down to land, he's jogging over there to talk to them.
"Hey." He gestures slightly with his chin toward whatever they were riding. "There more of these available anywhere around here?"