Storm clouds littered the sky as jagged streaks of light lit up the large mountainside. In the distance a lone figure, draped in dark crimson, crouched on a rooftop. Inky strands and tattered ends of a cape fluttered effortlessly in the wind behind him.
A stoic face surveyed the incoming storm. Something was brewing. Not just the storm ahead, but he felt that something was off with the planet. The defeat of the three silver haired pseudo clones had been a relatively simple one. It irked him still, that he had no knowledge of why those men existed. He knew of what they were looking for in Jenova, but he could still not fully explain why they came to exist, nor why they looked so much like Sephiroth.
It had been several months since the Geostigma crisis. Everyone going back to his or her homes and lives. Having nowhere else to go but a decrepit mansion, or a wet cave, Vincent took up travel. After 30 years of sleep, one must learn how to go about daily life again. With his golden claw and cold demeanor, he wasn't exactly the type to blend easily.
Crimson eyes closed briefly as a deep thunder crack roared in the distance. It was time to move on again. Perhaps he'd move on to Rocket Town? Or maybe Edge?
His thoughts shattered abruptly with the shrill ring of his newly acquired cell phone. Yes, he found himself a salesman in Edge after the Geostigma celebration. Still unsure whether it was a smart purchase he pulled the object from his cape, his gloved hand with no trouble, flipped it open and leaned it against his ear.
"Yes?"
The muffled words of Cloud Strife could be heard from the other end. "Vincent, there has been strange developments at the church… We need everyone, just in case. How soon can you get here?"
Eyes flickered with interest as Vincent's deep voice spoke clearly into the mouthpiece. "I see. I shall be there in a days time." Hanging up the phone quickly with a curt goodbye, the tall man stood from his perch. Thinking to himself about the call, his gold tipped boots pivoted on top of the black tiles as he easily jumped from the Mansion. His movements were quick and graceful; cocking death penalty he moved stealthily across the mountain path, as thoughts of his new destination entered his mind.
'I do need a change of scenery. Preferably one with much more action'
A ghost of a smile graced his lips as he began his trek towards the once great city of Midgar.