#felescano

Cloud hadn’t really been to Fibbonaci Ward more than a handful of times. He didn’t like it all that much. To be fair, the upper levels were quite lovely: they had some fairly beautiful views, some rather interesting bits of highly advanced tech, and quite a lot of places to shop. In some ways, it rather pleasant ways, it reminded him of Midgar.

On the other hand, the lower floors were rather disturbing destitute, to rather disturbing levels; and the higher one got, the more... elitist people became. Apparently there were the extremely rich and the extremely poor; and the former liked to be rather literally above the latter.

Not to mention that, in some rather unpleasant ways, it reminded him of Midgar.

Still, for the moment, a view from a terrace outside a small diner wasn’t too bad. As long as you weren’t afraid of a one hundred and sixty floor drop, of course; and as long as you didn’t look straight down to the miserable streets below. Which was exactly what Cloud was doing; this place didn’t have any safety railing, which let Cloud stand far, far close to the edge.

Was this what it had been like, for old man Shinra and his executives? Watching the tiny ants below, living in poverty, scraping out a living? No, not quite, he supposed. Midgar had built an entire second city above the ground, blocking the slums from their own sight.

A whine left the idol with a short little bounce in his form. To wait even longer than he already had? For something -- What were they waiting on? Or rather, attempting to decide on? He flopped back into the seat he was in, eyes turned up to the cat before him. A obvious frown gracing his features, arms crossed about his torso. “Fi~ne, if I have no other choice.” --That didn’t involve getting violent to get his way. “What were the options again?” 

He snaps his fingers and a spear manifests in his hand, with which he makes blindingly quick work of a shade resembling a middle-aged man dressed in Elizabethan era clothing. ❝Not that I mind the cathartic relief.❞ And as the figure fades to memory, so too does the spear, disintegrating to blackened mud and evaporating as if it never existed to begin with. The silence is thick, so he works quickly. He kneels in front of an owl statue, examining it curiously before placing his hand on its head ( curious craftsmanship, mourning it ), and in a matter of seconds obliterating it with a small blast of darkness coalesced underneath his palm.

Flying shards of rock disperse the fog where they land, enough that he sees a wandering figure slowly emerge from obscurity. Oberon squints, patting away dust his clothes as he rises to his feet.

❝Oh? Are you perhaps lost?❞ That being said, even one so experienced with reconnaissance as Oberon will find themselves struggling to navigate such dense fog. Ah well, he'll just wing it and hope for the best.

It had been some time. Longer than he could probably choose to remember, in time antiquated and long gone; where he had less power now than he’s ever known. ​It didn’t leave an empty feeling, when there were days he went moments without using any of what he’s been given; much what memory allows. 

Lest there was more to this new surroundings in which he woke in, Razel took to occupying himself outside of the vaguely empty cabin. There would be, of course, more time to examine the interior upon his return. 

He chose to know the exterior, which seemed more vast and lush of green than what the old world provided; of what the sickness or delicious war didn’t touch. The devil wasn’t too unfamiliar with the paths and the scurrying of the animals along the path towards the wind tossed brushes, rustling the leaves upon their branches and the flowers in their beds. 

A bare comfort of tranquil machination and serene order. 

From the order of metaphorical and naturalistic, he could here the strumming of a multisyllabic cords of song accompanying the wind in its melodic strumming with each dance across the landscape.  

“I didn’t expect to see another here, much less a cat..” 

Even if he were just inches away from the forest threshold, the area did his voice no justice but it was heard to the ear of the singing other; should they have been listening in the slightest of all things. 

Welcome to Eversanctum, Shui.

You awaken in the Grove with a key to cabin 02 clutched in your hand.

You have retained the ability to enhance somebody’s speed and strength with your music.

Upon checking out your room, you’ll find your lute, sword, and ring inside.

You are safe here, Saved One.

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Shui!

You will be housed in HOUSE 104.

You will retain everything in your previous stay.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Shui!

You will be housed in CONDO 421.

You will retain your ability to strengthen others with music up to five times daily for five minutes per use, however the potency of this ability will be halved and will only work on one person at a time. You will also be given your lute.