Third Person: Cloud's boots pounded on the pavement as he chased the shadow through the streets. Each glimpse was just a moment too late, only seeing trailing white hair or the fluttering of the black cape before it disappeared around a corner. Cloud grimaced as he kept chase. He was doing this on purpose! Keeping just out of reach, leading him along, but he couldn't just let that man go!
None of this made any sense. The things that he had said, the questions he was asking, talking about their meeting in Nibelheim as if it was something that happened recently and not five years ago. And what did he mean about the Temple of the Ancients. Puppet? What was he talking about?! He had to catch him and get some answers.
Another corner and....gone....damnit! Cloud punched the wall next to him, gritting his teeth as he looked around. No sign of him on the streets but his eyes drifted upward, looking at the clocktower up ahead. Sephiroth must have gone up there, or at least he'd be able to get a better view of the city.
Even here, far from Gaia, the chase was continuing; the man in the black cape, always a few steps ahead. He gripped the handle of the buster sword, prepared to unsling it from his back. Tifa had begged him to stay at the bar, but something had drawn him out to the ruins of that hotel.
{You should have stayed you know. She wanted you by her side but you ran away again.}
No, he didn't run away. He didn't know how, but he knew Sephiroth was here even before he saw him. He had to follow him. He had to know the truth. He ran on and into the tower, ready for whatever he found inside.
[Canon] Cloud Strife || Final Fantasy 7 || Reserve || 4 of 4
Third Person:
Cloud's boots pounded on the pavement as he chased the shadow through the streets. Each glimpse was just a moment too late, only seeing trailing white hair or the fluttering of the black cape before it disappeared around a corner. Cloud grimaced as he kept chase. He was doing this on purpose! Keeping just out of reach, leading him along, but he couldn't just let that man go!
None of this made any sense. The things that he had said, the questions he was asking, talking about their meeting in Nibelheim as if it was something that happened recently and not five years ago. And what did he mean about the Temple of the Ancients. Puppet? What was he talking about?! He had to catch him and get some answers.
Another corner and....gone....damnit! Cloud punched the wall next to him, gritting his teeth as he looked around. No sign of him on the streets but his eyes drifted upward, looking at the clocktower up ahead. Sephiroth must have gone up there, or at least he'd be able to get a better view of the city.
Even here, far from Gaia, the chase was continuing; the man in the black cape, always a few steps ahead. He gripped the handle of the buster sword, prepared to unsling it from his back. Tifa had begged him to stay at the bar, but something had drawn him out to the ruins of that hotel.
{You should have stayed you know. She wanted you by her side but you ran away again.}
No, he didn't run away. He didn't know how, but he knew Sephiroth was here even before he saw him. He had to follow him. He had to know the truth. He ran on and into the tower, ready for whatever he found inside.