I'm not a SOLDIER, not really

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The far off stare somewhere over Cloud's shoulder was awkward for the swordsman almost immediately. Social awkwardness at it's finest. He almost startled when he spoke again.

Cloud blinked, surprised that he thought it was possible and that he hadn't known who Cloud was. Nonetheless, Cloud took the offered hand.

Because of course to Rod that was in fact the main thing of interest. ShinRa Who? SOLDIER what now?

"Aerials with a buster blade," he repeated softly, then shook his head. "Leviathan wept. Well. It's an honor to meet such a fine swordsman.... and perhaps, to bring a dream to life you didn't actually expect?"

He hadn't missed that look, the incredulity that Rod -- that anyone -- could make such a thing. And it would be a challenge... but he was up for it.

Sometimes it was heavy to carry.

He then proceeded to stare just past his new friend's right shoulder, red brows furrowed under the shade of his hat, as he tried to envision it.

Just as it was getting awkward his gaze snapped back to the other, a grin returning. This time, something eager and wanting in it. Craving the challenge. "This is a brilliant idea. You wouldn't execute it like this, but I think we can make it work. Mockups and such first, of course but... yeah. Yeah, we can do this."

The far off stare somewhere over Cloud's shoulder was awkward for the swordsman almost immediately. Social awkwardness at it's finest. He almost startled when he spoke again.

Cloud blinked, surprised that he thought it was possible and that he hadn't known who Cloud was. Nonetheless, Cloud took the offered hand.

But he could get passed that even if it took him a moment, "I heard you make unique weapons."

He watched him hang up the scythes and, yeah, that was some fine craftsmanship. It almost made Cloud wish he was better with weapons that weren't swords. Almost.

You might just say he had some range of creative ability.

He approached the shop, getting off his motorcycle and heading in. He looked around and even his amateur eye could see the quality in the weapons. Perfect.

He leaned against the counter, content to look over the weapons that were for sale for the moment while he waited for the shopkeep.

Hanging up the battle scythes, he waved to the man with a bright smile. "Hey there. What brings you out here, my friend?"

But he could get passed that even if it took him a moment, "I heard you make unique weapons."

He watched him hang up the scythes and, yeah, that was some fine craftsmanship. It almost made Cloud wish he was better with weapons that weren't swords. Almost.

@yeahinmyhead gave me DEALER'S CHOICE, and I'm giving her Rod The Bladestar, from Threads of Fate -- FF7 AU -- you can find him here.

Things happened on Gaia. Strange, otherworldly things. The whole 'almost wiped out by a meteor' thing came to mind. That was... something.

Yeah. Something.

Rod took refuge in his weapon design, in the precision of the pencil, clean lines bringing his visions to something tangible. And then, pummeling it into shape, breathing life into it with the fire of the forge and the power of the bellows, quenched and beaten until finally--

"Oh, you're beautiful," Rod whispered, admiring the battle scythes he'd just finished. "Golden Gale... perfection."

He stepped out of the forge and held them up to shine in the light. They really were gorgeous pieces and they made his heart sing.

Of course now he needed something more complex. He needed a challenge.

He let his hair down for a moment, the thick red curtain falling down to midback as he chugged a hydration mix. You sweat like crazy doing this. Motion caught him out of the corner of his eye and he turned, tipping his head to listen to the sound of a motorcycle fast approaching.

He approached the shop, getting off his motorcycle and heading in. He looked around and even his amateur eye could see the quality in the weapons. Perfect.

He leaned against the counter, content to look over the weapons that were for sale for the moment while he waited for the shopkeep.