Sector 5 - Cloud's Shop
Who: Cloud Strife, Lapis WEAPON, & Vincent Valentine
Status: Closed
When: 11:45pm
Where: Strife Delivery Service Storage Shop, Sector 5
What: Bringing a wounded WEAPON and Vincent back to the shop after the battle
Cloud traveled deep into Sector 5 to the industrial section of town where a large storage facility lay tucked safely away. He had bought one of the many storage buildings almost a year and a half ago, when his business had become too big to hold all the supplies that he would often deliver. It also doubled as a basic mechanical shop for when he needed to do general maintenance on Fenrir.
He pulled up to the medium sized metal building with a large number 4 on the side. He gently slipped off of Fenrir and walked to the large shop door, flipping the latch with a finger before easily pulling the door up enough where he could grab the chain on the other side and haul the door the rest of the way up. He flexed his left hand, thinking he might still have a bit of glass in the wound; he really needed to stop using it for now.
Despite that, he flipped on the oil-based lights and waited for them to warm up enough to cast enough light in the crate-filled shop. He walked to Fenrir and rolled the motorcycle inside, cutting the engine and setting the kick-stand soon after.
He glanced at Vincent as he passed to where the dragon lay against his sword, undoing the ropes and lifting the creature from his sword. He walked beyond the crates to one of two small offices. The one he went to was relatively empty and quiet, tucked away for privacy. He lay the dragon down and walked out again.
“Vincent… how are you feeling,” he called.
Status: Closed
When: 11:45pm
Where: Strife Delivery Service Storage Shop, Sector 5
What: Bringing a wounded WEAPON and Vincent back to the shop after the battle
Cloud traveled deep into Sector 5 to the industrial section of town where a large storage facility lay tucked safely away. He had bought one of the many storage buildings almost a year and a half ago, when his business had become too big to hold all the supplies that he would often deliver. It also doubled as a basic mechanical shop for when he needed to do general maintenance on Fenrir.
He pulled up to the medium sized metal building with a large number 4 on the side. He gently slipped off of Fenrir and walked to the large shop door, flipping the latch with a finger before easily pulling the door up enough where he could grab the chain on the other side and haul the door the rest of the way up. He flexed his left hand, thinking he might still have a bit of glass in the wound; he really needed to stop using it for now.
Despite that, he flipped on the oil-based lights and waited for them to warm up enough to cast enough light in the crate-filled shop. He walked to Fenrir and rolled the motorcycle inside, cutting the engine and setting the kick-stand soon after.
He glanced at Vincent as he passed to where the dragon lay against his sword, undoing the ropes and lifting the creature from his sword. He walked beyond the crates to one of two small offices. The one he went to was relatively empty and quiet, tucked away for privacy. He lay the dragon down and walked out again.
“Vincent… how are you feeling,” he called.