IC contact

[more_than_words]

This is Tifa. Thanks for calling. I can't answer the phone right now but leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Have a good day!

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[TEXT]

[more_than_words]

[She doesn't know what he's already been through here, berating herself mentally for missing his arrival somehow but if he's already been told how he dies...if that's what 'knowing his future' means... she thinks that's a hard thing to swallow down. It's obvious, this text, that he doesn't know her and she wonders briefly who pays enough attention to her to even know she knew him, much less to mention her to him. It's a good thing though and she's already getting up and dusting off her skirt.]

I'm at the stadium. Come in and up the stairs on the south. There are a couple of chocobos in the field in the middle but Mr. Angry won't bother you if you give him a wide circle. I have a house in one of the boxes. It'll be the one with the lights on. {x,y}

[She adds the coordinates for good measure and then sets to work, tackling the job of putting everything she'd torn up in her fit of cleaning back together with something very close to her usual energy.]

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[zackthepuppy]

Got it. Tifa, thanks for seeing me on short notice. I can really use a friend right now.

[That's one thing he paid close attention to when it came to his training. Reading maps and understanding coordinates is something that he actually picked up pretty fast.

Tifa is right that he's in a bad place mentally. It's as if his entire world has been shattered and caving in. He snaps his PCD closed and continues his trek forward. His mental notes on the map provided is the only thing guiding him this time. He makes it a point to stay focused or else he would get lost along the way, even though emotionally, he was already sinking into despair.]