A miner conversation

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Notes: Parentheses mark thoughts, and italics mark yelling.

"So. Cloud just how long did you live in Nebelhem," Vincent asked as he looked over at Cloud.

"Well about the first 14 years of my life. After that I joined the military," Cloud responded.

Vincent looked over the horizon. The moonlit starry night held a peaceful calm to it. And the brisk wind accompanied by the roar of the Highwind would have been enough to put a normal person to sleep.

"You say you joined the military. Any specific branch," Vincent asked.

The blonde man looked up. "Not anything special. As you know I tried and failed to join SOLDIER. After that I went into the basic army. And spent much of my two years as ether a guard in Junon or an MP in midgar. Of coarse I did manage to be assigned to guard the president once. Not that I didn't mind standing at the end of a hall for 2 hours. And it was almost empty save for a few passerby's from the other way."

"Other way. You mean from the assembly? Also how many guards were with you," Vincent asked.

Cloud looked down at the ocean, "I was the only guard. The corridor was considerably unused. It even looked like it hadn't been cleaned. I decided to tell someone about that afterwards. There were about five people that passed by on their way out, four of them male, one female. The four men were all dressed in suits and looked like they were from Junon. The female was dressed in regular street cloths. She stopped and talked to me for a wile. About the latter half of the event. She was nice and seemed to have a thing for me."

"Did you do anything with her? A date perhaps. A little courtship maybe," Vincent said with a grin.

"Vincent! Don't you start! You know I wouldn't do that. I think I wouldn't..."

"I'll take that as a basic no. But I could be wrong," The raven-haired man answered.

"Say Vincent did you ever have to protect the president?"

"Oh numerous times. I actually lost count of how many,' Vincent replied.

"How long were you a Turk again," Cloud asked.

"'Bout five years."

"Lucky devil. I wish I was like you. About as much as I wished I was Sephiroth."

(Heh. If only he knew. That 90 of the time... I was protecting that old poster-child for the obese... from myself.)