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[thenightmarebegins]

Balance is restored at last. It's about time.

[While that's true around town, he's still seeking that balance for himself. Although Vincent is off in the wilderness- the mountains now- being a hermit with unsettled demons, he's been checking in on the journals often, and also quietly keeping an eye on things. It's a regular routine for him to keep track, old ingrained Turk!instincts truly never die. He just... is horrible at keeping up much communication in the other direction.]

I suppose all things must run their course...

[There are a few sudden noises of electric zapping, and then a thud which causes the journal to slam shut. ...But he'll still answer responses after Death Gigas settles back inside. Anyone actually IN the mountains could say hi to Gigas if they don't mind possibly getting a little bit zapped at.]

Comments

[gardenerofgaia.livejournal.com]

Okay, good. That's one place I don't like seeing anyone in.

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

Then I will do what I can to remain far from it.

[gardenerofgaia.livejournal.com]

Good! But just what are you doing? [She's nosy concerned well, both.]

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

At the moment... assessing the damage. It doesn't appear to be as terrible as I would have thought.

[gardenerofgaia.livejournal.com]

[Huff. What. She's just not going to get Vincent, is she.] The terrible thing is your way of explaining! Why are things getting damaged?

...at least it's calmed down, right? [Since he is being all cryptic and "assessing the damage".]

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

It's fine now. [Pacing around a little but all is in order, more or less.] There's been some... restlessness, that I've had to handle.

[gardenerofgaia.livejournal.com]

["Restlessness", she can make a few guesses from; there's a worried hum as she considers just that.] Well, if you needed a getaway, that's fine. But let us know if you need anything!

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

I will... Thank you, Aerith.