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Trains had always been uncomfortable to ride in, but he managed somehow, making his way to the desired location fairly quickly and into the part of town where Cid had been waiting. There were things had needed to be discussed, explained to him, and he'd allowed someone to accompany him to his friend's place. This woman claimed to have known just about everything there was to know about this city, and he knew straight from the get-go that Cid wouldn't be much help in that department. A couple swears, unprovoked anger, and something about tea.

Sometimes, he had the strangest friends.

The front door opened slightly, the Ex-Turk's crimson gaze trailing around the room for any sign of the mechanic. If he knew Cid as well as he did, he wouldn't have gotten too far. The man was impatient, sure, but he doubted he'd leave when he knew of his arrival. Making sure to hold the door open for Lara, he called out.

"Cid?"

Lara had arrived at Cid's shop before Vincent, her guns strapped to her thighs, ready for adventure as always. She'd never been to this shop, nor met its owner - although she'd meant to drop by in the past. She simply hadn't had the time, in between researching the city and paying close attention to events that unfolded over the journals.

When the red-eyed man opened the door for her, she smiled in thanks and stepped inside. "Vincent Valentine, I presume," she said as she walked inside, then turned back to look at him, waiting for Cid to respond.

True, Cid might not have been the most helpful of people, even without his tendencies to copious swearing and general surliness. But he had been in the city for longer than he really cared to think about and you didn't stick around in a city like this without picking a few things up.

Whether or not he'd have the answer to whatever questions crossed Vincent's mind was something yet to be seen, but hell. He'd give it his best and that was all there was to it.

Although Vincent could certainly have timed his arrival better. It wasn't his fault he'd gotten bored and wandered off to work more on his ongoing projects. Well. Okay, technically it was, but like hell was he going to mention.

"Just a moment," he hollered back, putting down the screwdriver and wiping his hands off on the nearest mostly-clean surface (in this case, the jacket tied around his waist). A few more grease stains wouldn't hurt it. Much. And with that taken care of, he wandered back out into the main area of the shop.

"Said I'd be here, didn't I?"

Vincent nodded solemnly, not opting to speak more than he needed to. There was the off-chance he would wind up revealing too much to a semi-complete stranger, and he wasn't about to take that kind of risk. Call it paranoia, or simply using his head, Vincent Valentine wasn't a trusting idiot. But he still remained polite, expression devoid of any suspicion or uneasiness as crimson eyes trailed up at the sound of someone approaching.

Cid, who didn't remember the whole Deepground situation, or Omega, or... anything, really. Perhaps upon the Weapon's defeat, the memories of those who'd encountered it were erased, to prevent it from happening again. And he'd only been preserved because of Chaos. But still... it didn't seem quite right. Something was very off about this entire thing...

"...good to see you, old friend." He added quietly, before nodding to the woman at his side. "Lara. Though I'm not sure if you've met. You both know more about this place than I do."

Lara understood Vincent perfectly. While she was friendly to people, it didn't mean she'd just tell them her whole life story. After all, it had taken Zip and Alister quite some time (a few years), and even then, they'd only learned because of the camera set and Lara's own confessions of her past. She smiled at Cid and Vincent, nodding politely at the apparent owner of the shop.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," she greeted, but said no more for the moment; she'd allow the two men to get to the basics before that. She was here for input, true, but she wasn't about to go butting into anyone else's business where she wasn't needed. She'd read up on both of them over the journals, of course; and it seemed they were quite capable, which was good in a place like this (or, indeed, any place). And maybe Cid knew as much of the Organization and the goings-n in the city as she did - or more. One never knew.

Well of course he didn't remember it. How could you remember something that hadn't happened? But he'd do his best to explain the whole damned thing, odd though it might be.

"Might've seen her on the journals," he admitted after a pause. "Not in person, though."

Admittedly, that might have been because he hadn't been stepping foot out of his workshop lately, but dammit all, what he was working on was important. If he could just get a decently working set of supplies he might be on to something, but so far it hadn't been going too well. Not that he'd been letting that stop him.

"Good to have someone who's not ShinRa around," he added a moment later, in what was likely the closest he'd get to saying 'good to see you too'.

Not ShinRa? Truth be told, once you had been a part of ShinRa for so long, you never truly left it. It remained a part of your life for years and years to come, haunted you with nightmares and hallucinations and gods knew what else after having to make so many suffer under your own hand. It was... almost depressing to think about, but it had been a good thing he couldn't exactly get 'depressed'. Made things far more easier.

But the other organization...

"Speaking of which..." He began carefully, not exactly wanting to pry. "What organizations are you familiar with so far? From back home?"

He'd already clarified that over the network, but he just had to make sure.

Hm. ShinRa sounded like a company. If it was relevant to what was going on within the city, Lara would have to look into it - but she wasn't about to go poking her nose into other peoples' business for no good reason. That sort of thing tended to get one into serious trouble, if not outright killed - and frankly, Lara was not in the mood to deal with assassination attempts at the moment. From what she'd read over the journals, however, ShinRa hadn't been mentioned in the city's troubles, but she'd keep an eye out nonetheless. It never hurt to be cautious.

For now, Lara would listen, and fill in any holes she heard in Cid's story with what she knew. There was no need for two people to be chattering about the same thing all at once, after all.

What organizations was he familiar with? Well, that was easy enough to answer. "ShinRa. AVALANCHE. WRO. Unless you meant the ones we've got here, but none of the powerhouses here are any of those. Hell, I haven't even seen any WRO here."

But then again, the only person who knew who was in WRO was Reeve, so for all he really knew one of them could snuck in underneath his radar. He wouldn't have even had any damned idea they were around if thy didn't mention something specific to their world.

But these were things that Vincent didn't need to know about. They'd just get the conversation a hell of a lot more confusing than it already was.

WRO? While there had been some mentions of the organization in the past, did Cid remember being a part of it after all? His best guess was 'no', and prying into the matter would only make things more and more complicated. AVALANCHE was AVALANCHE no matter what the situation, and even seperated, him and Cid were better than nobody. "And only members of ShinRa and us two are here?"

Great. This was looking rather hopeless, wasn't it?

Sighing, the red-cloaked man leaned against a nearby wall. Might as well get comfortable if this conversation was going to take awhile. "Have there been any attempts to willingly leave the city? Any movements formed here?"

So there were groups of people from the same world stuck here. That was interesting. Lara thought she'd heard something about that before, over the journals. The question was, how did they get here? There were many other questions as well, of course, but Lara was concerning herself with the "whys" and "hows" of this place before concerning herself with the rest. Of course, if more answers presented themselves, she certainly wouldn't complain.

She did, of course, know the answers to Vincent's question, but once again remained silent, seeing how much Cid knew before she stepped in. And who knew? She might not be needed at all.

"That's about the size of it," Cid answered. Assorted SOLDIERs (well, all ex-SOLDIERs, now), a Turk and them. Admittedly, some them were halfway tolerable, but they were still ShinRa when you got right down to it.

"Attempts to leave the city ain't really gotten anywhere, last I'd heard. And as for movements, you basically just got the Resistance working against the Organization. You heard anything about them?"

If not, well, he could probably manage to explain.

The... Resistance? That was a new one, alright. Sounded a lot like what AVALANCHE had been those years ago, but he knew right off the bat the two weren't the same. There was some other kind of Resistance here. Perhaps some higher power calling the shots in hiding, and bringing them here for purposes unknown.

This... Organization. Huh.

Even if he didn't like the answer, he would find out anyway. Not all truth was sunshine and rainbow Chocobos, especially if it involved some shady group called the 'Organization'.

"No. Who are they?" Straight to the point. He was going to find out everything here, whether people wanted to tell him or not. And if Cid didn't have the whole story, well. That was also why Lara was here as well. "What happened to you both since you've been here?" He tacked on, hoping it would help.

Lara thought she'd heard something here and there about the Resistance and thought they might be worth looking into. From what she'd heard, they were indeed working against the organization - but she wasn't in the mood to ask around, as that might be mistaken for interest. Lara preferred to work independently, if not alone, whenever possible (and although she'd teamed up twice here, now, she would still work by herself if she could).

"I'm afraid I don't know much about the Resistance," Lara replied, "but I've been to St. Destino a few times and helped in the discovery of Destiny Islands. I also had the... shall we say, distinct pleasure of attending Hades' party." She chuckled a little, remembering the Heartless. "Needless to say, there's been quite a lot going on in this city."

"A whole hell of a lot," Cid answered. Admittedly, it was a much shorter answer than Vincent was probably looking for, but there were something that Vincent really didn't need to know. Bad enough that he had some... alternate universe twin or whatever it was. Hell, he'd sat through the explanation and he still didn't quite understand, which didn't exactly speak well of his ability to actually explain it.

"The Resistance is mostly a bunch of people lookin' to get rid of the Organization. Led by someone we know, actually."

Someone they knew as being both a pyschopath and dead, but that little revelation could wait.

"As for the Organization..." Cid shook his head. "Buncha nutters. Been charged with kidnappings and worse, if you listen to the damned rumors."

Hades. That name had appeared once or twice over the network, but it wasn't a Summon. As strange as it was, it couldn't have been stranger than being dumped in a foreign world and apparently having been there before with no memory of it. Turning his attention to Lara, the Ex-Turk sighed a little. Looked like his work was never done. "Who exactly is this 'Hades'?"

Someone they knew? It could have been a number of people, if it was mostly those they didn't like. Rufus Shinra, perhaps. If he was the one Cid was referring to by having ShinRa-types here. Or it could have been someone else. As much as he dreaded finding out, he turned his attention back to the pilot. "Should I be afraid to ask who it is?"

Then there was the Organization; from the decription, it seemed a fitting name for people like that. Ruthless, relentless, with a vague and 'mysterious' title. Nothing he hadn't handled before. "How many reported kidnappings have there been so far? Any successful attempts at knocking a dent into the group?"

"Hades," Lara explained, "is the Lord of the Underworld and the God of the Dead. He's not a particularly pleasant being, either; he's been causing trouble ever since he got here, along with his cohorts. They're named Maleficent and Jafar, but right now, Hades is the only one who's overtly causing trouble." Of course, Lara didn't fool herself for a moment considering the matters of those three (especially as she hadn't the foggiest as to what they were up to), but for now, Hades was the only one who was threatening people openly.

Lara was silent once more as Vincent's attention was drawn back to Cid. She wanted to hear more about the Organization, too, especially after what Larxene had done to her and Sonic. One could never be too careful, after all.

"Let's just say last we saw him he was fuckin' nuts followed shortly by dead." Very firmly and emphatically dead. Twice over. It was enough to make a man somewhat less than inclined to trust him, even if he seemed to be more or less sane this time around.

"There's been at least two 'batches' of them, for lack of a better term. Unannounced, except for the fact that people just kinda up and vanish. They usually turn up later, but kinda out of it. Haveta ask someone else about the details."

After all, he'd never been too big on asking, and hadn't really known any of the people who'd gotten kidnapped.

"As for knocking 'em down a pegs or two, they've been getting way too damned hard to find. Wised up to the game and 'went native'. Can't even fucking tell where they are."

Who these people actually were, or what group they were involved in was some he did not have experience with in the least perviously. The names were all completely new, though he still found it strange for one to be called... Maleficent? Huh. Almost like they were trying to be threatening. But Hades was a familiar face. Or... at least to him. The Hades he knew always had and always would be just a Summon in battle. Nothing more.

Seemed this world had more ways of twisting things than one.

"Then I don't think he's the one you should be keeping an eye on." The ex-Turk adviced carefully. "How do you know he's not just a distraction? Have there been any movements to hunt down the other two?" A surprise attack was worse than a frontal attack, after all. More people wind up dead.

'Nuts shortly followed by dead'. Oh, wonderful, if it was the person he was thinking about. A resistance movement formed in the city, and he's leading it. Things just seemed to be getting worse and worse in this place, hadn't they? "...Sephiroth's here?"

And the group was hiding out in broad daylight. That raised the red-cloaked man's suspicions some, as crimson eyes trailed back to Lara not too far off. If it could have been anyone, and she had seemed so eager to join them in this meeting...

Maybe it was best they didn't say more.

Lara raised an eyebrow at the mention of kidnappings. "I've only heard of a few since I came here," she said, shaking her head in slight disbelief. "Does anyone know why they're doing this?" What could they have to gain? Something, that was for sure, but what in the world could it be? The woman's brow furrowed, a concerned frown on her face as she mentally went over what she had done and learned within the city since her arrival. Unfortunately, nothing really came to mind, although she would definitely keep an eye out regarding the Organization - not that she hadn't been already.

She listened patiently, taking in the information... and then Vincent gave her that look. Lara was rather used to that by now; that "I'm watching you" glance that said everything. Lara sighed at him. "You don't honestly believe that I'm one of them, do you?" she asked im, amused and mildly offended at the idea. "If I were after someone, that someone would most likely know it." Lara being after something was another matter, but they didn't need to know that.

"Damned straight he is," Cid answered, doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact that was somewhat less than pleased about the fact. "Says he's from before everything but I ain't real sure I believe that."

Although he had to admit (even if only to himself) that he was certainly doing an excellent of making himself seem sane, if nothing else. But he wasn't going to trust 'seemed'. Not when the man could easily have been faking to get into their good graces.

"There's ... thirteen of 'em? Some small number. Makes it easier for 'em to hide."

It was easy to be suspicious, when the situation called for it. And being suddenly dragged into a domed city with no way in or out definately qualified as 'suspicious' in his mind. He would not be accusing people right off the bat and hunting them down, but if they seemed a bit... off, he would keep an eye on him. Maybe Lara could be trusted. Maybe not. It wasn't like he could see into her head and tell, after all. "It's best to keep an eye out." He explained simply. "I've just met you, after all."

It wasn't like they could believe anything Sephiroth would tell them - there had been that bullcrap about Cloud being nothing but his clone, after all. - but who was to say here, if people were from different times? He'd heard the reports, that Sephiroth actually had a calm, coherent mind at one point, so maybe he was ripped from that time. If so... this could work to their advantage. Though he knew the guilt of having the-son-that-could-have-been would be a problem for him. "If people are from different times here... who knows? Sephiroth on our side would be... interesting, at least."

Thirteen. Huh. Maybe there was some kind of clue in their appearance of behaviour that led them on. "Have there been any... slip-ups yet? Any clues to try to weed them out?"

Lara nodded in understanding. With the way things were going in the city, it would make sense that everyone would be at least a little suspicious. She wondered who this Sephiroth was and what he wanted. Was he just pulled here like everyone else? Whatever the situation, she'd best keep an eye out, as usual. She was getting rather bored here, anyway.

As for the Organization, well, Lara had her own ideas about them - but it was better to remain silent on the matter until they revealed anything for certain. There had just been the kidnappings as well as Larxene's own pointless attack on Lara... but there had to be something else beyond it all. Of course there was.

'Interesting'. Yeah, that was one way to put it. Far more tactful than what Cid himself would have said about the situation, but it still covered the general gist of things fairly well. "If we can trust him," Cid answered somberly. And given all they'd seen him do, that was a pretty big if. But he'd think again on that little issue later.

Or never, if he ended up forgetting about it in the meantime, but this was perfectly fine by him.

"Used to be they all wore black ... cloaks, I think? But then the bastards wised up. Won't find 'em wearing anything damned similar any more. That or they've gone in the deep hiding." He was inclined to believe the former, though.

Trust was something that would need to be earned, in Vincent's opinion. And, quite frankly, it was a long and trying process with him. Acting was easy and deception was far more common than it needed to be in any world. Sephiroth would need to work his ass off if he had any possible hope of convincing the ex-Turk, as terrible as it sounded. Oh well. Better safe than sorry. "We'll watch him. And stop him again if he decides to pull anything on us again. That's all."

He nodded once, taking in the information and dreading the fact that this was going to be far more difficult than it needed to be. But he would manage. There was always a clue to anyone trying to blend into society that gave their position away. Even if it was the smallest puff of breath, there was always something. "We need to drive them out of hiding somehow. What can you tell me about any of their behaviours?"

Hm. It seemed that Lara had learned all she could at the moment. "Well, gentlemen," she stated, "if there's anything else you need to learn from me, you can always contact me over the journals. I'm afraid I must be going." She turned to leave, her mind full of what she had learned - and still being mildly amused at Vincent's suspicious, she smiled back at them. "It was lovely to meet you."

With that, she left, her brows drawn together in thought. If this kept up, Lara might not be able to remain as neutral as she wished.

Better safe than sorry? Yeah, Cid could agree with that general thought process. One madman was one madman too many and they really didn't need a repeat of that whole thing with Meteor again. "Damned straight we will." Even if he had his doubts about the two of them being able to take down a man like Sephiroth.

Sadly, the other question was harder to answer. "Too damned secretive," he grumbled. "Might try asking around but who the fuck knows how secure the journals are. Some of the people who've been here longer might know something."

Even if he really didn't like to admit it. There was too damned much he didn't know and nothing he could really do about it. Besides, he had a shop to run and that was still something of a surprise after all this time. Him. A shopkeeper.

He did manage to offer a politeish nod to Lara as she left, though. Strange woman, leaving when they were just getting down to business. But hell, it wasn't his place to stop her.

Being a new arrival himself, it was difficult to differenciate who had been here the longest and who had just arrived. And as Cid mentioned, the journals were not something to be trusted. They could be hacked, broken into, and manipulated to serve more untoward deeds; he wasn't taking any chances. If someone wanted to speak, he'd drag them for a face-to-face meeting, no questions asked. "Who's been around here the longest? ...that you can trust, of course."

He trusted Cid. They were good friends, and that would never change.

Blinking a bit, the ex-Turk turned to find Lara opting to leave. While it was a bit surprising, it was also... something wasn't right here. She left as soon as they started talking. She claimed to have not been with the Organization, but it seemed like she had gotten the information she needed. Shit. He should have known better.

He turned back to Cid. "...more privacy here is good. Let's work on that."

More privacy? What the hell did Vincent think...

Right. That Organization thing. Damned paranoid spook. Everyone in the damned city couldn't be one of the enemy and okay so he wasn't the best judge of character but he was pretty sure she wasn't one of them. After all, there had to be some way of telling one of them from just another person.

"Pretty sure she ain't one," he grumbled. "It's thirteen out of hundreds. You ain't gonna meet one every damned day."

Hopefully.

"Might wanna try Timon. Pretty sure he's got an idea on where to start anyway."

Maybe he was simply jumping to conclusions. Maybe he was right. They had no way of knowing until someone or something slipped up, so he'd simply bypass the matter for now. That was all.

On to business.

"...Timon?" That had been a new name, anyway. Better this man than a murderer they all knew, and it would be easier to speak with this man rather than one able to drive a ten foot sword through your head. "Who is that?"

"Yeah. Keeps claimin' he'll be the next mayor, but I ain't seein' it. He's got a lot of information though, last I heard."

The fact that Timon wasn't exactly a man? Well, he'd let Vincent find that part out on his own. Besides, he should be sort of used to the idea, after all that time spent with Red.

"You can probably find him on the journals."

Vincent offered Cid a bit of a sideglance at that remark, laughing if he had been able. Someone who thought they were the boss... hearing it come from this certain mechanic was a bit ironic, and slightly amusing, though he kept his mouth shut and simply nodded at the statement. Then again, the man had been hesitant the first time he'd been appointed 'leader', so... maybe not so much ironic.

"You can find anyone on the journals." He shrugged, sighing a little. "Is there anything specfic to note about this guy so I can keep an eye out? Aside from being a loudmouth."

Gods knew there were probably more where he came from, anyway.

The first time he'd been appointed leader he'd gotten the position by (as far as he could remember) falling asleep and then waking up to Barret telling him that he'd been chosen the leader in Cloud's stead. Not exactly the most stellar recommendation, really. And yeah, he'd made it work, but damn it all, he hadn't been asked about it.

"He ain't exactly what he seems. But who the hell is in this place. Damn confusing, if you ask me."

But if you ignored enough of it, it managed to work out tolerably well. At least for him anyway.

So were Nanaki and Cait Sith, but that had been beside the point. If this... Timon, whoever he was, had any information about the city, more than Cid could give, then he would make it a personal goal to try and track him down. He had to know, had to be informed of anything happening behind the scenes in this place, and the ex-Turk wouldn't have even cared if it wound up being a two-headed, six-foot mog on a unicycle.

"He could be found on the journals, right?" He asked, after a few moments. "I should start looking sometime soon. Arrange a meeting if we can. We can't just sit here and twiddle our thumbs."

He was never truly finished with things, even after death, was he?

"Anyone you got a mind to look for can be found on the journals. If they're here anyway."

If they weren't, then it wasn't gonna do a damned thing. They had to have one to see the post and it wasn't like anyone outside of this messed up little city-world-thing had one. Hell, he'd tried a few times earlier on and gotten nothing for his efforts.

"I got a shop to run, case you hadn't noticed. Can't be haring off, lookin' for shadow-spooks. Did enough of that last time."

But he would... probably end up coming along anyway, if it looked like he was needed.

Then it was agreed. Find this Timon, call for a private discussion. It was the best he could do in a place like this, other than sitting and waiting for something to happen anyway. If there was going to be a storm, he didn't want to be caught in the middle of it unprepared. It was that simple.

...shadow-spooks? 'Last time'? Just what exactly had Cid been up to lately? "You've been having fun without me?" He added flatly, meaning to be in a joking manner. "What happened, Cid?" He realized he should have left to find a computer by now... but there was quite possibly a part of him that hadn't truly died. A part that was... concerned.

Cid was a friend. He wouldn't stand by and let anything happen if he could help it.

"Not much. Got stranded in a brand new world without a single ship, no real sky to speak of and apparently some me who wasn't me set all this," he gestured at the shop they were standing in, "up. Because I sure as hell had realized I had a shop until the damned journal started yelling at me about it."

It had been... strange, to say the least, to say nothing of the people who were sure they'd known him from somewhere he'd never even heard of before. Strange, unsettling, and very very disturbing, if he thought about it for too long.

"Oh. And Rufus Shinra used to be here."

Well, at least he hadn't been alone in the arriving-with-an-apparent-double department. Seemed like a common theme for people to deal with here, and the thought of a second Cid was enough to keep him occupied for the rest of the day. Gods knew their pockets would be scraped clean of gil with double the amount of cigarettes.

But then that faint joy deflated at the mention of that name. "What'd he do?" Slipped accusingly out of his mouth, like an annoyed parent with disobedient children.

As far as Cid was concerned, thinking too hard about the fact that he had an alternate was a sure-fire way to land him with a headache the size of a Midgar Zolom. One of him was plenty for the world and what right did this not-him have to the name.

"You think I payed attention to the man. He just showed up to some... meeting thing. With that Turk of his in tow. Wasn't exactly fun either."

Shinra, a Turk, Sephiroth and him in an enclosed space. The nuilding had been lucky to still be standing, really.

Since when had anything with Rufus ShinRa ever been fun? Sucking the life out of the planet, failing at stopping Meteor, laying waste to more defenseless towns and ultimately the holding of Jenova while the Remnants ran amok. If there had been some kind of meeting, and he was there, this particular ex-Turk was content on not being there and never wanting to be there. "What happened, if you don't mind my asking?"

Chaos, panic, trouble, pain, annoyance... some of the many words flowing through his head at that moment. But what else could he say?

It had been hard for Cid to have not been there, given that he'd offered up his shop as a meeting point. Someone needed to make sure that the place stayed in one piece, and Venus Gospel made a very good incentive. One that he hadn't had to use, but he sure as hell would have if things had gone south.

"We talked. Him and that Turk of his, and Sephiroth and some dead SOLDIER guy. And me. Mostly about the resistance, really."

And Rufus had tried to recruit him again, but that was neither here nor there, really.

Sephiroth, a SOLDIER, Rufus ShinRa, and a Turk. And Cid. Yeah, that sounded like a joyous time right there. Maybe there was even tea and fancy music.

...he really hoped it was just left at sarcasm.

But there was the mention of that Resistance thing again. Ignoring the fact that it was apparently being led by Sephiroth, it sounded like a good idea to pitch in and try to find some way to break out of their prison. If the attempts failed, they could at least say they tried. "By the way... how does one go about joining this Resistance?" He asked, though the next part was more muttered than anything, "...without having to ask Sephiroth."

He just arrived. He didn't want to have to deal with that again so soon.

Tea, yes. Music... not so much. There had been raised voices, and no small amount of tension. But no music and things had concluded on a tolerably acceptable note. Or as acceptable as things could ever get.

"You could try asking on the journals? There's bound to be someone who knows something."

He'd have pointed Vincent in the right direction himself but he was only very vaguely affiliated with the Resistance. It was certainly a good idea but... there were slight issues with some of the people involved.

He was making a list in his head for when they were done here. Get on the journals. Find this 'Timon'. Ask more about this... Resistance. Find out how to become a part of it while simultaeously avoiding Sephiroth. Didn't sound too hard; maybe they could even avoid violence.

There wasn't really much more they could go over, so he offered a silent nod of confirmation, beginning to head for the door. "I should get started, then."

But then he stopped, back still turned towards the other man. "Cid. Thanks."

Hey, Cid had managed to avoid too much violence this far. Surely it couldn't be much harder for Vincent to do the same. Besides, how hard could it be to keep out of Sephiroth's way? It wasn't like he could be everywhere, SOLDIER or no.

"Tell me how it goes." After all, he might not have much interest in helping out but he was at least mildly curious about how things went. Besides, Vincent would likely be able to do better at it anyway.

Hopefully.

"It's what friends do." Because like hell was he actually saying 'you're welcome'.

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