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realityshifted2014-07-03 10:02 pm
classed) wrote in realityshifted2014-07-03 10:02 pm
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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? :| ]
no subject
And that, in itself, is pretty frightening.
And he does not need a seeing-eye-SOLDIER, thanks, he'll be just fine. Seriously. Nor is he ditching the coat. It's necessary.
And warm. And fashionable.... He would like to try those. He uses a lot of potions okay >:
AND YES HE CAN SEE YOUR HAND JDFKLSJKLHe returns that grin with a small, friendly smile of his own.]It's a little of both. You'll get used to it. [Beat.] And you won't always bounce in, so it won't hurt every time. [ha ha ha. ha.] What happened?
i want you to know that every time i see that icon i go 'peekaboo!!' out loud.
dude. everyone needs a seeing-eye-SOLDIER. and you just like the leather, don't you? got a fetish? need to talk about that? he's here for you, man.
well. maybe not for the fetish thing. you're not close enough for that yet.
you can be his first customer! or guinea pig … but he's not hojo, so he doesn't like to employ the use of test subjects. he'll experiment on himself first and then you can try the finished product. sound fair?
( that one seriously wasn't on purpose. ) ] I won't? Man, that's good to hear. [ seriously. what if he lands on his wallet next time.
oh wait he isn't yosuke. ] Ahh … I was kind of in the middle of something back home. [ getting knocked around by a giant ugly thing! yeah! ] It might have involved getting smacked around a bit by a monster.
dafdjklsa oh my gods
If you use yourself as a test subject, please just come out of it alive and don't do anything stupid. Then again, using yourself as a test subject is pretty stupid by default. Guess you can't win this one. So just. Don't. Don't do anything. Or something.
(I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE UNTIL YOU SAID SOMETHING JFDSKL)]
I'd ask if you were winning, but it sounds like you weren't. [He shakes his head.] Will you be okay if you go back?
|D
( exclamation points!! )
he promises not to die if he ends up experimenting on himself – which isn't to say much about his experiments in general, but seriously, he'll be fine. it would take a lot to kill him, he's pretty sure, and potions are harmless. mostly.
maybe he'll turn a nice shade of green, or something. a pretty neon.
( lololol i'm a ninja punner even when i'm not trying to be~ )
INDIGNANT STARE! BECAUSE EXCUSE YOU! ] I was totally winning! I just … ah … it caught me off-guard. [ sheepishly rubbing at the back of his neck, yep. ]