[Zell charges into his apartment, drenched from the rain and grinning like a loon]

MAN, I needed a change of pace. And having a vague chance of actually winning a fight is pretty refreshing!

Plus, food.

I hate being depressed. It's not something I deal with well at all. I'm sorry about getting tears and snot all over you, Selphie. I'll try not to do ( Read more... )

[Zell is leaning against a wall, gingerly flexing his ankle. It seems to pass muster, because he nods.]Nero, it's not cheating if I use the wall as a launching point. You do what you can--you certainly were. (How long can you stay up in the air, anyway? That's damn impressive ( Read more... )

So, the idea has been broached of moving into a bigger place, so Selphie can actually have a room of her own, and so we're not running into somebody else every time we're around. Nice as this place is, it wasn't built for three residents. And having our own backyard for practicing would be nice ( Read more... )

I bought skates today! And promptly almost killed myself trying to skate backwards. But WHO CARES. THIS IS AWESOME.

Selphie, Dante, you should totally get some too. They come in handy for Suicide Dodgeball, which I swear I am going to start in Template, once the city gives us a friggin' week without something amazingly weird happening.

[Zell is standing within a circle of flowers, staring at them and frowning. He wasn't going to make a wish, but he's been figuratively slapped in the face one too many times.]

I wish Vergil would realize that humans aren't completely useless creatures, so he'd be a little nicer to us.

[Nothing seems to happen, and Zell feels a little silly. Of course ( Read more... )

Oh thank Hyne that's over. Once was enough of Dante "forgetting" that WE could still see HIM and streaking through the apartment with this notable lack of clothes.

Happy birthday, Sam! I'll give your your present when I can actually walk five yards and am not spewing contagion.

I'm feeling better. "Better" meaning still horrible, but at least I'm not on the brink of delirium anymore. Hopefully this fufills my "getting sick" quota for about the next five years, because this sucks.

Remember that you're resting ( Read more... )

[Zell is sprawled across the couch, his eyes half-open and spots of red on his cheeks.]

Ugh. I don't feel so hot.

[Stares, fascinated, as the edges of objects began to blur and twist] I really should take my temperature or something... [tries to stand, wobbles, then falls, luckily back on the couch. His kitten promptly curls on top of the warm thing ( Read more... )

[Zell feels like he's back in a warzone, firelight flickering over his face. For once he isn't smiling--in fact his face is set in serious concentration. Is he fighting fires, like Selphie? No. He's making sure Dante's power-crazed IDIOT of a brother isn't going to bleed out or get a raging infection in his wounds, for the price of Vergil's ( Read more... )

[Zell looks generally pleased with the world today, and also more relaxed then he has been. The dark circles under his eyes are much better.]

I slept for nine hours straight last night!

[Walks straight into the coffee table, not paying any attention to where he's going in his sheer delight.]

...Ow.