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Who: Basch fon Rosenburg and Cloud Strife
Where: Cherrygrove City.
When: Around the 24th of June.
Summary: Meeting and sharing things.
Rating: PG. Might end up with angst.
It was early morning when Basch awoke, to simply let himself rest near the exit to the town - close to New Bark Town. Why? For he was expecting a certain man to come though - Cloud Strife. He seemed like somebody who would be quite more interesting to talk to face-to-face. The camera still felt wrong to him.

So, at the entrance, Basch was simply standing around - looking out of place in his world-given clothes.

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The trek from New Bark to Cherrygrove hadn't been bad; just tedious. And, of course, Cloud had ended up picking up a couple of new pokemon in the process--something that was entirely his Honedge's fault. The thing seemed determined to prove itself to the blonde and Cloud had to admit, he was growing fond of the thing.

When he finally arrives at Cherrygrove he's got a small Hoppip nestled in his hair, the grass pokemon happily snoozing as it's little propeller like leaves twirl absently. And on his shoulder rests a Hoothoot, the little owl puffed up contently as it makes soft noises every now and then. His Honedge--Buster as he'd been referring to it now--drifted along behind him, moving forward and blocking it's trainer's path only when the figure at the gates comes into view.

Cloud hesitates for a moment before he reaches out to touch the Honedge's sheath in a calming gesture.

"Noah?

As he thought, he arrived. Giving a gentle look, he approached a little.

"Aye. Welcome."

Though he was not too familiar with the land, was it not good to great this man. Giving a bit of a grunt towards his captures, Basch couldn't help but add to his statement. "You've caught a few."

Cloud only hesitates a moment before he offers his hand to the other for a proper greeting, a soft snort escaping him in the process.

"My sword didn't give me much of a choice," he admitted, nodding towards the Honedge that let out a...well Cloud was pretty sure that was a happy sound. It sounded bizarre because the damn thing was a sword but.

Yeah. Happy.

"I hadn't really intended to catch any new ones but here they are."

He'll shake that hand - before pausing.

"Neither did I. For I am not sure those who may be found in earlier areas will suit my future... team."

The words felt awkward rolling off his tongue, as his gaze turned to the sword - his eyes almost seeming to light up the smallest bit.

"It truly is some form of blade."

...He wants one. His hands have been empty for far too long. Even if this blade is alive.

"Future team?" Cloud really hadn't given much thought to what he was going to do in the long run. He was just sort of..collecting them as he stumbled across them and learning what he could from his Pokegear.

The blonde's lips quirk slightly as he glances at his Honedge as well, the sword Pokemon hovering about and waving it's sheath in a pleased manner.

"I've been warned not to try and wield it like an actual sword but it's strong all on it's own."

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His gaze remained on the blade for a moment longer, before giving a nod at the second comment. "Possessed weapon, able to wield itself."

Plus, this world seemed to want them to not fight. It felt... wrong. So wrong. His hands almost reach for a blade not at his side, as he shakes his head.

"But... yes, a future team. If I am to build an army of these creatures, there is need for planning," he says - almost looking as he did before, speaking of strategy and being a captain. But then he pauses. "...Shall we go elsewhere to rest? I've an inn room rented."

"Something like that," Cloud mused. As wary as he had been of his Honedge in the beginning, he was starting to grow a little more fond of it with each passing day. Traveling between towns with it had helped that process along.

The blonde nods a bit. Seemed like a solid plan, though he himself had no interest in that sort of thing.

Which was good considering he was apparently suppose to be a Pokemon breeder?

"That would be amazing." Can you hear the relief in his voice. "I don't mind sleeping on the ground but an inn sounds great."

A small gesture of his head.

"Come."

No sense standing out here - for Basch still did not see a point in mincing words. His movements are very deliberate, however - moving straight towards the place he's been staying. As he walks, however, he couldn't help but muse.

"The ground is better then sleep in a prison."

The way the other moves just reaffirms that he is, in fact, from a soldier background and Cloud can't help but be more intrigued by him. There was such a to the point, no nonsense air about the other man that Cloud appreciated quite a bit. And yet the other had still been able to extend a hand of friendship...

"A prison?" Cloud snaps out of his thoughts at that comment, looking a bit miffed. "You've slept in a prison?"

On his shoulder, his Hoothoot twills softly, fluffing itself up again as it presses closer to the side of Cloud's head. Absently the blonde reaches up to rest a gloved hand against the bird in a soothing gesture, gaze still on Basch.

"Something that happened back home?"

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