PARADISA LOST

[It's not as though Tifa hasn't heard what others have been saying. It's not as though she hasn't seen it. She's refused to write. She's refused to start wandering about here and there, most likely for the obvious reason.

It would seem she's chosen the roof by way of the stairwell. She may be in solitude for the time being, but she's admiring the beauty of Paradisa. Her journal has flipped open, however, and recorded what she has to say. We can thank any subtle breezes for that.

So anything Tifa says, isn't originally meant for the ears of others, however... Looks like it's made public for now.]

For as much as Paradisa might do strange things or become horrifying, it's also very beautiful. I've never taken the time to really notice it. I guess that's not why I'm here, though.

[She sighs.]

I came here to think.

Everyone's been up in the air about this marriage thing. 'Will you marry me' here. 'Will you marry me' there. I guess it's sweet. I don't... really know what to say.

[In lying down, she seems to be fidgeting. There only seems to be shuffling that has been carried over to her journal.]

...It's not like I haven't thought about it.
I thought about it when we were little, of course.
But what would he say?

Cloud, I want to be like everyone else.

Let's get married.

[She laughs to herself.]

Yeah. That's what I want to say.

I don't know why it took me so long to realize this, but I'm... missing...

[Tifa pauses and she shuffles through her drawer.]

.........

[There's an irritated huff.]

This has happened before, hasn't it?
I mean, they're kind of mine.
What do you need them for?

...
Maybe I don't want to know.

Morrolan, are you safe?
Reno, you too?
What about you, Misa, and Valkyrie?
Oh... And Ken... Are you okay? I was getting pretty worried about you before.

It's harder to go on if you don't know how your friends are.

And Cloud, of course. I seem to have lost contact with you, which might explain my predicament now.

[Tifa seems to be at a standstill. She's done what she could for defending herself. Though she had a gun of some type before, it's long gone by now. She probably used it to fend off one of the hostile entities. It wasn't doing much good in her hands anyway. She's inwardly decided to take up some better skill after all of this has ended.]

I don't know what floor I'm on anymore. I do know, however, that I'm not getting very far. I'm still here, of course. I'm still alive, obviously, but even if I died, I guess I'd be brought back anyway, minus one more thing. It's hard to tell what you're missing if you're disoriented.

That aside, I've managed to grab some time for myself where I'm not fighting any sort of invasion. Hiding in crooks and crevices, however, isn't my idea of what might be fun.

A nice guy offered to let me stay with him. Jasper, I think his name was. I didn't get a chance to tell him, but I got caught up in some kind of asinine trouble. I didn't want to impose, though. I feel like I'd rather help those who might need it rather than being safe and not helping others. Not to say that offering others a place to stay isn't helpful. I just want to find others who are alone like me and take them where they need to go.

My own advances are slow, though, which means I'm not sure how useful I'd be in getting others to destinations.

I'm still willing to try, though. Is there anyone between the fourth and the tenth floor that are in need of an escort? If you can tell me where you need to go and how to get there, then consider my aid yours.

[And that said, her senses seem to be present. For the time being. Knowing Paradisa, those'll get knocked out again pretty soon.]