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Thirty-six: Summer scrapes
[Zell is sitting calmly on a park bench, his knees scabbed over, and scrapes on his forearms and particularly one on his cheek catching the eye. Right now, he's engaged in wrapping his wrist in a bright blue ace bandage.]
Figures that I can go off jumps and most things at the skate park, then I bang myself up tripping over a crack on the sidewalk. [ ( Read more... ) -
Thirty-five: Team Sunshine is in ur kitchens, raiding ur f00ds
[It took ten minutes or so for Selphie to convince Zell that breaking rules is okay because this is an emergency. Now they are raiding a kitchen, with Zell on his hands and knees and Selphie standing on his back to try and scramble onto a high counter. Being war orphans, they're a bit mistrustful to strange adults about their welfare.]
Selllllphie ( Read more... ) -
Thirty-four: You may win or lose // But to be yourself is all that you can do
[Zell has taken a pair of sai out of a carefully-packed box and is sitting on his bed, looking at them thoughtfully. He looks a little sad, but mostly he seems to be thinking. These are nice weapons, obviously made to fit him. The wrapping around the hilts is made out of strips of black leather and is braided intricately. There's other weapons in ( Read more... ) -
Thirty-three: Guard duty!
[Zell and Selphie are at attention on either side of the laundry room, grinning like loons. Crossed across the door are two poles, both with decorated banners of different colors with the SeeD symbol on them. A neatly printed sign hangs on the door itself, proclaiming: TOLL TO PASS REQUIRED. PAYMENT WILL BE TAKEN IN THE FORM OF SONG AND DANCE.]
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Thirty-two: I'd really much rather Dr. Kadowaki for this
I went to the doctor today. I really didn't want to, but it was getting to the point where I couldn't even read magazines anymore, much less books, and I couldn't keep the flow of a conversation without a lot of effort ( Read more... ) -
Thirty-one: Just try your best // Try everything you can
I haven't handled a gun in a long time, but it's nice to see that I don't completely suck with them. Though the ones I'm using---in our world, it would have been very hard to come by ones that were as powerful as these. Irvine, you should check them out sometime---I bet you'd be interested.
Well, people's memories seem to have come back and things ( Read more... ) -
Thirty: You've grown colder now // Torn apart, angry, turned around
[Sighs, touching the bruise on his cheek] This week could be going a LOT better. Only worse ones would be... [suddenly frowns]
No, wait, I was in an orphanage... Edea never mentioned...
...Why aren't my memories matching up? Did I have a brother, or not? Everything's all fucked up, I can't remember. [Kicks the wall as hard as he can, but it looks ( Read more... ) -
Twenty-nine: Death
[Zell is slowly backing away from the Empty Child, reluctant to hit a child---even it if only looks like a child.]
Look, kid, I dunno what you want, but I doubt I can help you. Find somebody else. And please don't touch... [Too late! The empty child darts forward and grabs his hand. Zell's face pales, he staggers, and falls back against a wall, ( Read more... ) -
Twenty-eight: Temperance
[Inadvertent second level: Zell is working his way steadily through a pattern of katas and attack drills, his voice keeping an even cadence through it all. His eyes are faraway---Zell can't do classic meditation when he's upset or agitated, but this seems to work as well. From one set of moves to the next, he doesn't break rhythm.] -
Twenty-seven: Paper invasion!
[Zell is sitting in front of neatly arranged lines of black and red origami frogs, frowning thoughtfully at them.]
Hmm, so should I try to make these for a chessboard or checkers? [He pushes on one and it bounces forward a little bit, making him grin]
This will be the best board game ever.
