I'll be there as soon as I can. Don't go anywhere, okay?
[Don't run off without him, Carmen. He wants to be able to help her, even if it's nothing more than someone to be uncertain with, someone to decry Retrospec and its memories and abilities and the consequences of such. He's not sure what else he can provide, but he knows that... being alone in these revelations cannot at all be a good feeling. Something must be sinking at the pit of her stomach right now, he's sure of it.
And so, after a quick goodbye and some hurried time to get dressed properly, Cloud finds himself on his motorcycle, riding through Recolle. To Apprassage, then north, as far as he can go on his bike. At some point, he needs to park it along the path, it's no longer suited for wheels -- his own boots will have to do.
She'll see him approaching, eventually. His silhouette is hard to miss.]
[It's a hard wait, to say the least. It's cold out in the middle of the night, and dark, and hard to sit still from the tension and the nerves. And it occurs to her, briefly, that if she wanted to get out of the night she could very easily just...go inside the building she has out here with her, which doesn't belong in the forest in the slightest, but it's bad enough that she'd managed to take the thing to begin with, much less actually interact with it in any meaningful capacity.
So she doesn't. She just waits, and fidgets, and thumbs back through the text messages on her phone until she finds the last one she'd received from Japan, back when calling out and sending in still worked, and then when that just ends up leaving her mood even worse than before, she navigates away and queues up some music to listen to instead.
Maybe it's partly so that whenever Cloud does arrive, it'll be easier to echolocate to where she's waiting. Maybe it's partly because she always has had an odd sense of humor that way.
Suffice to say, the tune fills the air, and when she eventually spots him coming through the dark, she's quick to leave her phone behind and gravitate toward him — for a few steps, at least, until she stops short like she's second-guessing herself.
Also, that...sure is a history museum taking up a fair amount of space in the forest a little way behind her.]
[Once the loud thrum of the engine ceases, it's easy enough to hear the music. It gives him an initial idea of where to look, where to walk, following the iconic sound of the Beatles declaring their desperate need for assistance. He'd find it amusing, if not for his growing uncertainty regarding what's the matter -- if anything else, it's terribly fitting, which doesn't make him feel much better about the issue.
He makes out her form first, and it's what his eyes latch onto as he hurries his steps to meet her halfway.]
Carmen. I'm here.
[Those steps, however, slowly begin to lose momentum as he notes... a building behind her. One that he's certain doesn't belong in the forest, one that he recognizes; he rides past it on occasion.
His eyes widen slightly, looking up at it, though it looms in the distance.]
[She nods slightly, resisting the urge to wrap her arms around herself by pulling them behind her back instead.]
...I know. I can't explain it, either.
[She starts to look over her shoulder, then seems to think better of it and hesitates, looking down at the tops of her shoes before finally letting her gaze drift back up to Cloud.]
I shouldn't — no one should be able to do something like this.
[He shakes his head at her last statement, because while it's true, and nothing like this should be possible, here they are. So much to take into consideration since Retrospec came into their lives, so many things that shouldn't be real actually existing. While Cloud cannot quite understand how this might've happened, he is quick to accept that it is merely the truth of what she can do now.
Whatever that means for her in the long run remains to be seen.]
How... how did you manage it? Was it like...
[He thinks to his recent conversation with Noctis, and what he was told about his new abilities. What a word to use, but he knows no other-]
[That seems to throw her for a loop for a minute, and it's a minute she fills by looking down at the palms of her open hands, like she's expecting to find herself holding the answer there, somehow.]
...I don't know. What is "magic", really? Something that can't be explained through reason or science?
[It's not really a question; it's more just a rhetorical thought to fill the quiet in the air, while she tries to come to grips with something that she doesn't actually want to believe, but can't deny the evidence of when it's right in front of her.]
[But it's a thought that abruptly gets cut off by the audible sound of creaking and groaning filling the air, and by the time she's whipped around in the direction of the sound, the museum has already begun to shrink where it stands.]
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[Don't run off without him, Carmen. He wants to be able to help her, even if it's nothing more than someone to be uncertain with, someone to decry Retrospec and its memories and abilities and the consequences of such. He's not sure what else he can provide, but he knows that... being alone in these revelations cannot at all be a good feeling. Something must be sinking at the pit of her stomach right now, he's sure of it.
And so, after a quick goodbye and some hurried time to get dressed properly, Cloud finds himself on his motorcycle, riding through Recolle. To Apprassage, then north, as far as he can go on his bike. At some point, he needs to park it along the path, it's no longer suited for wheels -- his own boots will have to do.
She'll see him approaching, eventually. His silhouette is hard to miss.]
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So she doesn't. She just waits, and fidgets, and thumbs back through the text messages on her phone until she finds the last one she'd received from Japan, back when calling out and sending in still worked, and then when that just ends up leaving her mood even worse than before, she navigates away and queues up some music to listen to instead.
Maybe it's partly so that whenever Cloud does arrive, it'll be easier to echolocate to where she's waiting. Maybe it's partly because she always has had an odd sense of humor that way.
Suffice to say, the tune fills the air, and when she eventually spots him coming through the dark, she's quick to leave her phone behind and gravitate toward him — for a few steps, at least, until she stops short like she's second-guessing herself.
Also, that...sure is a history museum taking up a fair amount of space in the forest a little way behind her.]
Cloud...?
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He makes out her form first, and it's what his eyes latch onto as he hurries his steps to meet her halfway.]
Carmen. I'm here.
[Those steps, however, slowly begin to lose momentum as he notes... a building behind her. One that he's certain doesn't belong in the forest, one that he recognizes; he rides past it on occasion.
His eyes widen slightly, looking up at it, though it looms in the distance.]
Is that...?
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...I know. I can't explain it, either.
[She starts to look over her shoulder, then seems to think better of it and hesitates, looking down at the tops of her shoes before finally letting her gaze drift back up to Cloud.]
I shouldn't — no one should be able to do something like this.
[But there it is.]
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Whatever that means for her in the long run remains to be seen.]
How... how did you manage it? Was it like...
[He thinks to his recent conversation with Noctis, and what he was told about his new abilities. What a word to use, but he knows no other-]
...magic?
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...I don't know. What is "magic", really? Something that can't be explained through reason or science?
[It's not really a question; it's more just a rhetorical thought to fill the quiet in the air, while she tries to come to grips with something that she doesn't actually want to believe, but can't deny the evidence of when it's right in front of her.]
Maybe. I just...decided to, and then —
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What?!