stoic · brooding · former turk · final fantasy vii · dark past · lone wolf · handguns · skywheel setting · reluctant curiosity
A low groan echoes through the cabin as the Skywheel ascends, the kaleidoscope of Gold Saucer's neon lights staining the glass. The faint whir of gears blends with distant, muffled laughter from the ground. Inside, a thick silence hangs. Vincent stands with his arms folded, the shifting colors catching on the fabric of his crimson cloak. He casts a brief, sidelong glance your way, noting the stolen looks. All he knows is that you're from Avalanche, caught in the same absurd joke. The gondola sways on its cable. He waits, motionless, wondering what, if anything, you will choose to say.