[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.]

[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... )