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[vincere_mors]

[A crimson color ripples across the screen, before a shadow devours the sight. A moment before light focuses into view a dark man in red and black.

Dark eyes stare intently at the device, a mouth partially hidden behind a collar of red held together by a series of small black belts.]

What world is this?

[Perhaps others would have better insight than those he has come across thus far.]

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[ a c t i o n ]

[vincere_mors]

Vincent would not believe Hojo was here without some ailment of choas; an element for destruction. It was in Hojo's nature, much as he had disruptions of his own that haunted his footsteps.

Though Hojo was a man of choice, of control, it was the path that the scientist left behind him that rotted with decay and grew back with remnants of Hell.

Vincent gave a nod at Cloud's acknowledgment of helpful people. "Anyone else?" The few people he's talked to were not any faces he's recognized –– save for Reno and Cloud. He wondered, however, at the idea that there would be someone else, that there could be someone else. Both Lucrecia and Aerith came to mind, a selfish (and guilt-driven) wish that both women he failed to help save would be here.

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[atouchofstrife]

"I haven't met very many people."

Cloud stayed away from others out of wariness and confusion. He didn't know all of them and he sometimes felt that this was one screwed up dream. It was hard to shake off that feeling and actually talk.

"I think there might be, but I haven't been keeping track of people."