kingdomdressing | Off the beaten path...

*With a rather embarrassing cry, Cloud found himself well off of his perch. Two days of constant vigilance wasted, all due to the simple overreaction to a bit of a light show. How was he supposed to react when the world flashed from a sandy wasteland to the hallway of a fancy castle? Perhaps the flail had been of an overreaction, and Cerberus certainly could have behaved a bit more, but still...

The guards had thrown something at him - an apple, probably - and the sixteen year old had found himself spinning towards his death, forgetting he could fly for the moment in favor of grabbing the yappy, shrunken demon dog so he wasn't punished for that. But suddenly, the six story drop seemed much shorter, the omph coming a full thirty seconds too soon - and Cloud found himself in that aforementioned castle.*

... Ow. *he lifted his metal hand to run through his hair, scratching the back of his head and glancing about for a moment, before casting a particularly nasty glare whichever head of the three headed dog that was chewing on his arm.* Hades is going to kill me, but you'd make a nice fur coat. >/

*He'd have to snag the Princess after. Time to figure out where he was now.*

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More than confidence is needed for that. You can be confident, but still fall to the Darkness.

[tilts her head, smiling.]

Well it's his job to be tough, isn't it?

I wouldn't know. I've only ever seen the weak willed make deals with it.

*blinks, glances at the dog*

... I suppose. But Hades has a habit of messing up his own creations. *points at the left head* If his brothers don't influence him, he's usually pretty tame.

I've seen people who were confident- too confident- fall to it. Arrogance, I guess. Believing they could master it instead.

[looks down at the dog as well, biting her lip.]

...he's kind of cute, actually.

Well, there are some of those people everywhere... They wind up messing up their deals and landing themselves in an early grave, most times.

*slight smile, pets the dog. Cerberus makes assorted happy noises and squirms.*

...He is. *pause, blink* Oh... um... Do you want to pet him? He's harmless as long as the muzzle is on.

[brightens.]

Can I?

Of course. *holds squirming mini-Cerb out a little, keeping an eye on those flailing paws* Just... watch the claws.

[grins and reaches out to gently pet one of the heads.]

Never thought Cerberus could be adorable.

*annd the tailwagging has begun*

He's cute... if you approach him with cakes. *slight smile*

Cakes? Really?

[looks up at Cloud, still petting Cerberus.]

He's got a weak spot for cakes. It's how some people get... wait, nevermind that.

*shifts his hold on the squirming animal, slight awkward smile*

I see.

[smiles and pulls her hand away.]

Do you want a tour of this place? Or at least the main places, since I don't think there's actually an end to it.

That would be... nice.

.. there's no end? *stare, shakes his head and tucks the dog under his metal arm*

No, there are people who've been here for ages who are still discovering rooms. C'mon, I'll show you the kitchen first.

[motions for him to follow, then starts towards the kitchen.]

I see... *that's concerning, follows after* Kitchen..sounds good. *hasn't eaten real food in years!*

[leads the way and eventually they reach the kitchen.]

Everything's free here. The food just restocks itself, so there's always a full fridge.

*yay food! makes his way into the kitchen and glances around, eying the fridge* ... At least whatever is keeping everyone here keeps them well fed.

Mmhm.

[notices him eying the fridge.]

You can get something to eat before we continue, if you want.

If you don't mind.

*edges into the kitten, carefully open the door and grabs an apple and a bottle of water - somehow holding Cerberus with all of it.* ... It's been a while since I've had real food. *winces as the dog claws at his arm* >/

Then how've you been staying alive?

[blinks, watching him and leaning against the counter.]

That depends what you consider 'alive'. *takes a bite of the apple, closes the fridge door with his hip and leans against it.*

You mean you're not...?

[taken aback, thought he looked very alive.]

I was trampled by a hysterical crowd when my world fell to darkness... *another bite, eyes darken slightly* They were all trying to get to Mr. Highwind's ship. I guess I was dragged to Hell before I was actually dead, so I made a deal with Hades.

*shrugs* Since I live in Hell, I don't need to eat or drink. Only when I'm up here for long periods of time..

Mr. Highwind? You mean Cid?

[looks sad.]

That's terrible...

*nod* Cid Highwind. He had the idea to get away on a rocket ship... If you know of him, then it must have worked.. at least in your world.

*shakes his head* There are some bonuses to it... and... If I just do one thing, my contract will be fulfilled and I'll be complete again.

We met him in Traverse Town. He fixed out gummi ship so it'd hold more people.

[tilts her head, curious.]

What do you have to do?

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