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✭ mission oo1;;
[ he's already taken care of one of these things. this one's gonna be a piece of cake!
( because it totally doesn't matter that he only has five minutes before the place goes up in flames. he's got this in the bag and he's going to show director lazard that not only is his dream of becoming a hero not unattainable, it's just within his reach. )
he takes a swing at the thing – man, you're ugly! – and it goes down just as the one before it had. with a heavy thud and a settling of even heavier limbs, and zack thinks he's pretty well-deserved in the way he strides up to the body, swinging his sword back into place over his shoulder. ] Gotcha, didn't I, you –
[ smack!
a heavy hand comes up, catches him right across his front and sends him flying backward. oh, crap, not good. so not good –
and where he expects to get up close and personal with one of the pillars that circle the outermost space of the room he'd been in, the impact doesn't come. he ends up sprawled on his back, arms and legs akimbo, and ow okay sword digging into my back ow ow ow. he sits up, shakes his head and winces when a sharp little stab of pain forms right behind his eyes, looks around to see just what on gaia had happened. ] … Huh? Wait, this isn't – [ this isn't fort tamblin.
this isn't wutai at all.
unless wutai had always had a floor made up of stars and he just hadn't noticed. maybe he'd been too busy taking out their soldiers, or something, because that has to make a bit of sense, doesn't it? ( no, it doesn't. it doesn't have to make any amount of sense, zack fair. ) ] Where … hellooo? Angeal? [ he pulls himself up to his knees, wincing again as that pain behind his eyes creeps up on him a second time. ]
Director? [ nope. nothin'. ] Jeez, that thing must've hit me harder than I thought. [ he finally manages to get to his feet, rolling his shoulders and reaching behind him to ensure that his sword is securely in place, stretching himself out with a couple of squats just to be sure – because you never know, he's pretty much convinced that there's always going to be time for squats – and he takes a few steps forward, still peering down at the floor like he's never seen stars before.
which. he has, naturally. it's just that they're usually in the sky and not on the ground and how is that supposed to make sense. ( here's the thing, zack … stop trying to make sense of things already. you'll save yourself a lot of headaches along the way if you just go with it. ) ] Hey, uh … Anybody here?
… At all? [ no? :| ]
( because it totally doesn't matter that he only has five minutes before the place goes up in flames. he's got this in the bag and he's going to show director lazard that not only is his dream of becoming a hero not unattainable, it's just within his reach. )
he takes a swing at the thing – man, you're ugly! – and it goes down just as the one before it had. with a heavy thud and a settling of even heavier limbs, and zack thinks he's pretty well-deserved in the way he strides up to the body, swinging his sword back into place over his shoulder. ] Gotcha, didn't I, you –
[ smack!
a heavy hand comes up, catches him right across his front and sends him flying backward. oh, crap, not good. so not good –
and where he expects to get up close and personal with one of the pillars that circle the outermost space of the room he'd been in, the impact doesn't come. he ends up sprawled on his back, arms and legs akimbo, and ow okay sword digging into my back ow ow ow. he sits up, shakes his head and winces when a sharp little stab of pain forms right behind his eyes, looks around to see just what on gaia had happened. ] … Huh? Wait, this isn't – [ this isn't fort tamblin.
this isn't wutai at all.
unless wutai had always had a floor made up of stars and he just hadn't noticed. maybe he'd been too busy taking out their soldiers, or something, because that has to make a bit of sense, doesn't it? ( no, it doesn't. it doesn't have to make any amount of sense, zack fair. ) ] Where … hellooo? Angeal? [ he pulls himself up to his knees, wincing again as that pain behind his eyes creeps up on him a second time. ]
Director? [ nope. nothin'. ] Jeez, that thing must've hit me harder than I thought. [ he finally manages to get to his feet, rolling his shoulders and reaching behind him to ensure that his sword is securely in place, stretching himself out with a couple of squats just to be sure – because you never know, he's pretty much convinced that there's always going to be time for squats – and he takes a few steps forward, still peering down at the floor like he's never seen stars before.
which. he has, naturally. it's just that they're usually in the sky and not on the ground and how is that supposed to make sense. ( here's the thing, zack … stop trying to make sense of things already. you'll save yourself a lot of headaches along the way if you just go with it. ) ] Hey, uh … Anybody here?
… At all? [ no? :| ]
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he makes a face at her second comment, though, tilting his head to the side. ] Hey, I just hit my head. That happens a lot more than I'm willing to admit. [ so does getting shot at, but hey! again. military. it's part of the job description. ] Plus, it's not like getting shot at. Last time I checked, there was a huge difference. [ zack. stop. she'll run you into the ground.
but! then she's asking about SOLDIER, and really, he doesn't know what all to say about it other than – ] Not just a military group. Shinra's got its army, with regular soldiers and stuff, and then there's us – we're special. Elite. [ preen~ ] We get treated with mako, and it makes us stronger. Better than your average infantryman.
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[she snorts because wow, that's a pretty telling response. not that she hasn't suffered head injuries and concussions on several occasions herself, but...well, let's just say she wouldn't put it like that] Mmm. No, getting shot at and then a head injury is obviously different. [the irony here being that she almost died of gunshot wounds, so he has more of a point than she's willing to admit. but she's at least had recovery time?] Look, I'm fine. All right? [her tone is forceful, inviting no arguments]
The elite, huh? [that might have sounded like skepticism] So what's "mako" when it's at 'ome?
there's a 'then' instead of 'than' in that last tag and it's making me twitch I'M SORRY.
hey, he's tall. he might just hit his head on things a lot, you never know. he hadn't made SOLDIER by being a klutz, that's for sure, but as angeal would say he's still a bit wet behind the ears and has a lot to learn before he gets to be that full-fledged hero he wants to be.
he also knows the end of an argument when he hears one, and while he's been pretty much programmed to fight back when he thinks he might have a chance of winning, he doesn't go that route this time. making a decent first impression on people is pretty important to him, and he doesn't want menzies to end up disliking him for whatever reason. ] Fine, fine. [ waving his hands like they're the proverbial white flag. ] I'll leave it alone.
Mako is where we get all of our magic from. Shinra has reactors all over the world to extract it, use it for energy and make it into stuff like materia. It's … [ good grief how do you explain this to somebody that doesn't know what the lifestream is? ] It's the Planet's energy source, basically.
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[but she's curious at that description. what he's saying reminds her of fossil fuels--at least, in terms of it being an energy source from the planet. admittedly, she doubts there's anything like magic based on petrol in her universe] All right, an energy source. But what sort of magic?
[she hopes he'll know what she means by that question because the entire concept of magic is still very unfamiliar to her, so talking about it is always a bit tricky. that's also what makes it interesting, though. and from what he's said so far, she's starting to wonder if she should have called him the Hulk instead of Batman]
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he really doesn't need to start off meeting new people on the wrong foot. even if he is occasionally possessed of two wrong feet.
hurrhurr. )
if zack fair should be likened to any superhero, it needs to be robin. boy wonder over here. except no one likes robin and he's not exactly the best detective on the planet SO maybe not.
anyway. ] Any kind of magic. Elemental, restorative … you can even equip some materia that helps to make spells more effective. Or summons …zack smash?
[ not that he has any yet. but one of these days! ]
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[she tilts her head thoughtfully at his description, trying to work out what to make of his words] So materia...gives people magic, basically? Do you have magic without it because of this mako stuff?
[because she can see how that could make soldiers elite--even if they are showy, nosy, and wet behind the ears]
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he shakes his head at her question. ] Nobody that I've seen has magic without it. It's like … [ wow he's thinking really hard, here. ] Materia allows us to use it, and it channels our focus into whatever spell we're trying to use. [ and it helps having the right materia equipped.
he doesn't want to talk about what that might imply.
… he hasn't even begun to be showy yet. nosy, maybe. wet behind the ears, definitely – but he's been in training since he was thirteen, and even though he's still kind of new to what being in SOLDIER means, he's trying his hardest to prove himself with every chance he's given. ]
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[still, since Zack seems to be perfectly happy answering her questions without throwing in any of his own, she decides to see if she can learn a bit more at least] So can anybody use materia in your world? It's not like...some ability only certain people 'ave got?
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mako infusions are just …
unfortunately it's not like there's a wiki page on the entire process for someone to look up and write out but THANKFULLY ZACK WOULDN'T KNOW THE WHOLE OF THE PROCESS, ANYWAY.they are what they are. he isn't sure how they work, how the whole thing ends up molding soldiers into something more than they could be otherwise, but. hey. 8D( what is this tag even i'm so sorry it's almost midnight and i just woke up from the worst nap in existence. i shouldn't be tagging. )
he gets the feeling that she still doesn't understand, but finding himself at a loss for how to properly explain something that even he doesn't know all of the ins and outs of, he just. decides to drop it. maybe he can try to pick it up again later. maybe he'll even try to find things out for her so she won't be so confused! that would be nice, right? ]
Oh, yeah, definitely. Everybody has it. [ and sometimes they've stingy about it, too. ]
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[...especially since he's given her an idea. she gives a thoughtful hum] If it's item-based, I wonder if that only works for people from your world or if anybody could use it.
[realising that she has completely derailed letting him know what the Plane is like, however, she at least has the decency to ask:] Anyway, was there anything else you wanted to know about this place?
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… but now she's raising an interesting question. hm. only one way to find out … ] You could always try using some of my materia sometime, if you wanted. Start out with something small, like Cure … see what happens. That should be pretty harmless.
[ and he has no idea if it would even actually work, but he's willing to give it a shot! because it sounds interesting, and he really can't resist poking where he probably shouldn't poke in the first place.
but! ] Oh! Uh … [ scratching his head a bit, now. ] I dunno.
[ good job, zack. ]
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[but she snorts at his response to her question] If you say so. Maybe you should take a look around, then.
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unless he would just end up shaking his head, wondering what's gotten into him thinking about giving lessons on using materia … it could really go either way ]
I think I'm gonna … it's always better to figure stuff out for yourself, right? [ besides, he really doesn't want to be a bother. ]
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Usually. Good luck. [she gives him a wave as she turns to head off on her way, ready to find somewhere to get some sleep] Ta-ra.
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See ya - and hey, thanks for everything. [ even if he's still got a lot he needs to understand about this place, at least he kinda-sorta made a friend along the way? that counts, right? ]