Everything feels surreal, he has been feeling as if he has been living in a type of suspended reality since the moment he saw the black marks vanishing from his skin. Nothing has really sunk in yet, there hasn't been time to really wrap his mind around the last 24 hours.
Perhaps he would wake up soon and find himself back at Healen but for now, he was going to make himself comfortable on a cushion. His cane lays beside him as he crosses his legs to set the chess pieces out carefully, each one perfectly put in their proper place.
Veld had taught him to play as a child and he often played with Tseng when they could carve out bits of time to themselves when Rufus was Vice President. It had been a way to pass the time while they talked about a future that had been approaching faster than either of them expected. It had been years since he had played a game and he turns over the white king in his fingers idly. Who would dare to challenge him now?
There is a smile on his lips as he leans over to put the king in his proper place, still standing upright.
train.
Reality slowly sinks in when he wakes up the next morning. His body no feels the deep pain of Geostigma but he still feels as if he had aged more than the two years he had lost to the disease. The swaying of the train doesn't help, he's feeling a bit sick to his stomach since he hasn't eaten in at least a day. Everything is suddenly catching up to him.
There is nothing to be done about it other than pulling himself together and properly explore the train to figure his way around. It's good for him to walk more now, a relief even if he has the cane. He's decided that his strength will return soon enough.
Eventually, he finds something from the kitchen he can just grab and settles in a quiet part of the train to make notes in the journal he had been given. Observations, notes, fleeting thoughts that pass through his mind. If this was real and he was indeed on his own here than he had a lot of work to do.
Rufus Shinra | Final Fantasy VII (Advent Children)
Everything feels surreal, he has been feeling as if he has been living in a type of suspended reality since the moment he saw the black marks vanishing from his skin. Nothing has really sunk in yet, there hasn't been time to really wrap his mind around the last 24 hours.
Perhaps he would wake up soon and find himself back at Healen but for now, he was going to make himself comfortable on a cushion. His cane lays beside him as he crosses his legs to set the chess pieces out carefully, each one perfectly put in their proper place.
Veld had taught him to play as a child and he often played with Tseng when they could carve out bits of time to themselves when Rufus was Vice President. It had been a way to pass the time while they talked about a future that had been approaching faster than either of them expected. It had been years since he had played a game and he turns over the white king in his fingers idly. Who would dare to challenge him now?
There is a smile on his lips as he leans over to put the king in his proper place, still standing upright.
train.
Reality slowly sinks in when he wakes up the next morning. His body no feels the deep pain of Geostigma but he still feels as if he had aged more than the two years he had lost to the disease. The swaying of the train doesn't help, he's feeling a bit sick to his stomach since he hasn't eaten in at least a day. Everything is suddenly catching up to him.
There is nothing to be done about it other than pulling himself together and properly explore the train to figure his way around. It's good for him to walk more now, a relief even if he has the cane. He's decided that his strength will return soon enough.
Eventually, he finds something from the kitchen he can just grab and settles in a quiet part of the train to make notes in the journal he had been given. Observations, notes, fleeting thoughts that pass through his mind. If this was real and he was indeed on his own here than he had a lot of work to do.