Zack Fair! SOLDIER 1st Class, Reporting for... er... Paixao? [Complete]
Character(s): Zack Fair and The Incredible Hulk! you~.
Content: Zack makes a not-so-impressive entrance into Paixao
Setting: At the Joutenheim Gate
Time: Late at night
Warnings: It’s Zack. Standard silliness applies.
After talking the ears off of the person in front and back of him in idle conversation (in one of those cases, literally. Ewwwww), Zack resorted to doing squats, again, as he was forced to wait, again for the line to move. He only shot brief smiles at the woman in front of him every time she shot a dirty look his way. Geez, it wasn’t like he was doing anything more than shifting her skirt with the air he disturbed.
Uh.
Right. Gonna stop doing squats now.
Zack started bouncing on his toes as the tension and curiosity built up. Just what was taking so long? The line seemed to stretch on forever and really, this all reminded Zack of ShinRa and the whole ‘Hurry up and wait’ thing they had going. He thought being dead exempted you from things like that. Guess not.
Zack had yet to see any benefit from the whole keel over dead spiel.
Holy Shiva in a hula skirt, look at that. He was at the front of the line. Zack blinked at the fair-haired lady.
“Welcome to Paixao!” She said cheerily.
“Gee, thanks!” Zack grinned, sincere enough. “So you guys get a lot of tourists around here, huh? Looks like this is a popular spot. Where’d you say this place was located again?”
“Welcome to Paixao!” She announced in the exact same tone again, in words that no way answered his questions. “Name, please.”
“Uh… okay?” Zack tilted his head back, a manic look passing his face before he slid his sword off his metal harness with a ‘phshwang’, twirling it in the air with a bit too much flair before announcing, “Zack Fair! SOLDIER, 1st Class reporting for-“
“Yes, yes. You and the rest. Please take your welcome package. Enter through that gate and make sure you charge your journal on a periodic basis. Otherwise, you’re on your own. Thank you for dropping in and enjoy your stay,” she smiled at him benignly.
“You don’t sound very convinced that I will,” Zack answered bemusedly.
“NEXT!” was his only answer.
Well, okay.
Zack took the journal, figuring he’d find a use for it later, holstering his sword as he figured it’d be better to not seem so armed upon entering a new place. Bad first impressions and all. And… probably healthier in the long run to find out what he was up against first.
Of course, the journal was barely saved by his quick reflexes once Zack passed the gate. Architecture like he’d never seen before covered overhead, and for a country boy and one hailing from the dingy and utilitarian city of Midgar, this was opulence to the extreme.
That can’t be real gold paint on the ceiling, can it? Were those plants made of semi-precious stones? Did that… star just wave at him?
“Wow. I wonder if their toilets are made of gold?”
Content: Zack makes a not-so-impressive entrance into Paixao
Setting: At the Joutenheim Gate
Time: Late at night
Warnings: It’s Zack. Standard silliness applies.
After talking the ears off of the person in front and back of him in idle conversation (in one of those cases, literally. Ewwwww), Zack resorted to doing squats, again, as he was forced to wait, again for the line to move. He only shot brief smiles at the woman in front of him every time she shot a dirty look his way. Geez, it wasn’t like he was doing anything more than shifting her skirt with the air he disturbed.
Uh.
Right. Gonna stop doing squats now.
Zack started bouncing on his toes as the tension and curiosity built up. Just what was taking so long? The line seemed to stretch on forever and really, this all reminded Zack of ShinRa and the whole ‘Hurry up and wait’ thing they had going. He thought being dead exempted you from things like that. Guess not.
Zack had yet to see any benefit from the whole keel over dead spiel.
Holy Shiva in a hula skirt, look at that. He was at the front of the line. Zack blinked at the fair-haired lady.
“Welcome to Paixao!” She said cheerily.
“Gee, thanks!” Zack grinned, sincere enough. “So you guys get a lot of tourists around here, huh? Looks like this is a popular spot. Where’d you say this place was located again?”
“Welcome to Paixao!” She announced in the exact same tone again, in words that no way answered his questions. “Name, please.”
“Uh… okay?” Zack tilted his head back, a manic look passing his face before he slid his sword off his metal harness with a ‘phshwang’, twirling it in the air with a bit too much flair before announcing, “Zack Fair! SOLDIER, 1st Class reporting for-“
“Yes, yes. You and the rest. Please take your welcome package. Enter through that gate and make sure you charge your journal on a periodic basis. Otherwise, you’re on your own. Thank you for dropping in and enjoy your stay,” she smiled at him benignly.
“You don’t sound very convinced that I will,” Zack answered bemusedly.
“NEXT!” was his only answer.
Well, okay.
Zack took the journal, figuring he’d find a use for it later, holstering his sword as he figured it’d be better to not seem so armed upon entering a new place. Bad first impressions and all. And… probably healthier in the long run to find out what he was up against first.
Of course, the journal was barely saved by his quick reflexes once Zack passed the gate. Architecture like he’d never seen before covered overhead, and for a country boy and one hailing from the dingy and utilitarian city of Midgar, this was opulence to the extreme.
That can’t be real gold paint on the ceiling, can it? Were those plants made of semi-precious stones? Did that… star just wave at him?
“Wow. I wonder if their toilets are made of gold?”