✭ mission oo1;;

[classed]

[ 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? :| ]

Comments

[fallbythesword]

There are plenty of people here.

[They're just not here right this second. Geez~

Hello, Zack. Have a rather rude blunt, very short lady who looks not at all impressed with your sudden arrival here, and not very sympathetic that you're out of sorts. She just happens to be in the area, so she's going to speak up. Because why not.

Besides, geez, you're making a lot of racket.]

And you're not hallucinating. Whatever hit you has nothing to do with it.

[spiritofadventure]

Nice entrance, Spikes!

[grip_on_reality]

Probably more people 'ere than you'd expect. [there's a woman in a blouse and slacks approaching from behind him, arms crossed over her chest and a belt of police equipment around her waist. if you look her in the face, there's a very weary look in her eyes, but from her stiff posture and expression you'd never know it] You all right? That looked like quite a fall.

[darkercalling]

[Riku missed the spectacular entrance, having just appeared on the Plane himself... but it's pretty hard to miss someone calling out to the vast emptiness for anyone while staring at the floor like he's going to fall right into the starry expanse. Must be new.]

Yeah. Someone's here.

[Hello, Zack. Have a blindfolded kid in a long, black coat headed your way.]

Did you just get here?