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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? :| ]
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And yeah, no, she didn't expect him to actually understand even half of that. (She sets the bar high, man.) So, whatever.]
A pure-blooded beta-type.
[You're not gonna understand that, either~]
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... when are you gonna start speaking in a language he actually understands? c'mon! ]
Uh. [ confused puppy look again, excuse. ] Okay. And that means ...?
[ try again! ]
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English]commonplane-ish, thank you very much!It means I was created with DNA taken directly from one of the Origins - the first Reyvateils ever created.
[Does she still need to use smaller words, yo?]
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but he's catching up.
or at least he's gonna fake it 'til he makes it. ]
First generation. Got it. [ that might even make genesis copies make more sense when they start coming around. good to know. ]
Are there a lot of you? I mean, your kind?
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Mm. I should have been more careful with the phrasing. The Origins were the first generation. Beta-types are the second.
[At least she took responsibility for that one. sort of. djsfakl]
There are more half-bloods than anything. Children of reyvateils and humans. There are only three Origins, and the number of beta-types are limited, too.
[Beat.] Is this really interesting to you?
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and yep, still gonna fake it 'til he makes it, because really, it is interesting to him, but he has no idea what to make of it. he tilts his head to the side, and gives a small shrug. )
I'm learning stuff about you, so yeah, I think it is.
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Any reason you want to know about me?
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but i mean. he has his own brand of creepy weirdo back in his own reality. let him tell you a thing about hojo one of these days. maybe later on down the line he can have ptsd flashbacks and you can deal with that on top of him being broken.
:D? )
Um. ( he reaches to rub at the back of his head. ) Well … I like to know stuff about my friends, that's all.
( YOU'VE ALREADY BEEN FRIENDZONED NO ESCAPING NOW. )