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[recorded 8Db]

Huh? Wait...

This... This isn't Orient Town. Whe--

WHERE DID THE PANDA GO?!

[just smiles]

Don't worry about it. [and down they go, descending stairs and the like] I was just teasing.

If you spent all of your time worrying and thinking about this place, you'd never get anything done.

Ahh... [now she gets embarrassed for nearly flailing |D]

What is there to do here?

[awwww, cute]

Surprisingly...? There's a lot. Some of us prefer to train. We have a room for games, a music room where you could find any instrument imaginable........ [insert Cloud listing off multiple things off the top of his head. including the room of changing seasons, the ballroom, theater/stage, shooting range (would this catch her interest mayhaps?), the simple stuff, really!]

... .. ...... ....

We may be stuck here in the castle and town, but curses aside, at least we'll survive, no problem.

[all that sounds interesting, but the shooting range?]

Is there some kind of military force here? It seems rather quiet around here.

I don't think so. [shakes head] People from all over here used to be a part of the military though. Whatever factions they were in their own worlds, that is...

[as for Cloud? ...well, the thought of it was all in his head]

You look a little young for a Lieutenant.

Back home, there's a lot of seithr--a kind of poison to people in high doses--in the air. Everyone is dying faster, so there's more need for younger and younger personnel.

[definitely surprised by that, his eyes widen and...he can't help but feel sorry for her. to have such responsibilities thrust upon her at such a young age... he was no stranger to death, to responsibilities forced down his throat at a young age. but these were stories left for another time]

Hm... [they're coming close to the floor of the kitchen, and for a while yet, he falls silent, not sure what to say. it's a good floor later as they descend that he finally pipes up] I'm sorry.

I wasn't doubting your rank, I just...

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No, I know. A lot of people would ask me about that. I was actually recruited before I could graduate, so it is unusual.

Sounds like they needed you pronto, huh?

They said I was really skilled at fighting, so I was immediately inducted.

So you're a fighter... [HMMM!!! Cloud takes note of that! he's quiet again before thinking, since they're almost at the kitchen; i think this is the part where you talk about yourself, Chocobo Boy. :| ]

... Anything else you'd like to know?

[not that she knows where to start]

Umm... How about you? What... do you do?

[he was half-expecting questions about the castle, but hey this works! he pauses to think that one over for a moment, then just smirks. come to think of it...some would call his occupation boring now. a delivery boy. nevermind what he did in the past to save the planet, nono!]

What I do definitely doesn't sound as exciting as your job.

I could use a break from all the excitement.

Hm... Despite all it's quirks, you'll have plenty of time to settle down here.

[aaand here they are! he opens the doors to the rather elaborate kitchen, looking back to Noel as his smirk turned into a small smile]

I think you'll be alright.

I hope so. I don't want to have to drag you around to show me where everything is every day. [laughs]

[and then she just stares in amazement and awe at the huge kitchen]

Whoa... Even the one at headquarters wasn't this... this... big!

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