Where the Wild Things Are
“Hey guys, I’ve got this great idea!”
And the end of the world was nigh.
“What, Puppy?”
Zack pretended to pout, studiously ignoring how Genesis’ and Sephiroth’s tails started to twitch in a way that said ‘I will not laugh out loud, but I am still laughing at you’.
“No, seriously, it’s a great idea! You know how we’re supposed to help Cloud with all that survival training and stuff? We’ll set something up outside of Corel, or maybe Banora, we give him a head start and then we’ll hunt him!”
Zack looked up to meet a bevy of confused expressions.
“What, it’s a great idea!” The perked ears and flapping tail spoke of how great an idea he thought this was.
Seph tilted one ear in an ‘I don’t think so’ way. Genesis’ were flicking about showing ‘you are making no sense so I no longer have to pay attention to you’. Angeal’s were half against his head clearly saying ‘I chose to teach this boy, why?’
He was getting way too good at reading ear-speak.
“Oh come on! Cloud’s a mountain boy, he’s already got the basics ingrained for this sort of thing. Plus it’ll be good training for us! We haven’t been on a mission outside the city since before the breakout! We can deal with HQ and the other SOLDIERS, but we don’t know how to deal with everything else!”
“What ‘everything else’ are you talking about, Puppy?”
Angeal was asking questions and looked interested. The idea could be salvaged!
“What don’t we see in the city? Trees, animals, mountains, heck weather. We may have an edge, but with Cloudy’s roots he should give us a good work out.”
The generals sat back, contemplating. The idea, surprisingly, had merit. Their senses were much sharper (they would never go into the cafeteria again since they could now catalogue everything in the ShinRa Surprise by scent) and it had taken them a long time to adjust enough to even leave the apartment. If a mission came up where they were the only choice, they could be defeated by too many new stimuli just as easily as a new weapon.
None of them noticed the soft click of the apartment door opening, or the shuffling of a backpack in the doorway.
After a brief, silent, conversation via eye contact the nodded.
“All right, Zackary. Set it up. You will be informing the Cadet we will be hunting him.”
No one missed the crash from the foyer.
“WHAT!?”
And the end of the world was nigh.
“What, Puppy?”
Zack pretended to pout, studiously ignoring how Genesis’ and Sephiroth’s tails started to twitch in a way that said ‘I will not laugh out loud, but I am still laughing at you’.
“No, seriously, it’s a great idea! You know how we’re supposed to help Cloud with all that survival training and stuff? We’ll set something up outside of Corel, or maybe Banora, we give him a head start and then we’ll hunt him!”
Zack looked up to meet a bevy of confused expressions.
“What, it’s a great idea!” The perked ears and flapping tail spoke of how great an idea he thought this was.
Seph tilted one ear in an ‘I don’t think so’ way. Genesis’ were flicking about showing ‘you are making no sense so I no longer have to pay attention to you’. Angeal’s were half against his head clearly saying ‘I chose to teach this boy, why?’
He was getting way too good at reading ear-speak.
“Oh come on! Cloud’s a mountain boy, he’s already got the basics ingrained for this sort of thing. Plus it’ll be good training for us! We haven’t been on a mission outside the city since before the breakout! We can deal with HQ and the other SOLDIERS, but we don’t know how to deal with everything else!”
“What ‘everything else’ are you talking about, Puppy?”
Angeal was asking questions and looked interested. The idea could be salvaged!
“What don’t we see in the city? Trees, animals, mountains, heck weather. We may have an edge, but with Cloudy’s roots he should give us a good work out.”
The generals sat back, contemplating. The idea, surprisingly, had merit. Their senses were much sharper (they would never go into the cafeteria again since they could now catalogue everything in the ShinRa Surprise by scent) and it had taken them a long time to adjust enough to even leave the apartment. If a mission came up where they were the only choice, they could be defeated by too many new stimuli just as easily as a new weapon.
None of them noticed the soft click of the apartment door opening, or the shuffling of a backpack in the doorway.
After a brief, silent, conversation via eye contact the nodded.
“All right, Zackary. Set it up. You will be informing the Cadet we will be hunting him.”
No one missed the crash from the foyer.
“WHAT!?”