Who: Zack (
i_love_squats), Tseng (
fingersloophole), and Elena (
wellsuited)
When: Immediately after Tseng's arrival...like, minutes after.
Where: A random street in Anatole.
Format: Paragraph
What: Shinra past and present!
Warnings: None
(
You see there's no real ending. It's only the beginning. )
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Do you have to be so tall? was not one of them ( ... )
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There was still so much to think about and absorb. Fodder for the next several weeks at the very least. He had the chance to learn his future...did he want to? From what he'd heard, it seemed decent enough. But what if he hated something? Would he want to change it?
Tseng's gaze flickered to something in the shadows. It was huge and metal and reminded him of a spider. It also reminded him of something that had crawled out of the labs. He whipped his gun out, but it seemed to realize that and skittered away just as he fired at it.
He stalked forward. He was going to pistol whip it to death if it came close to him.
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Funny how sometimes you really miss someone and don’t even know it.
"I always knew it."
She would never have stopped missing him. Reno or Rude either. Home wasn't a place, not for her. Her upbringing had been fine in a material sense, but she'd never known home until she became a Turk.
The gunshot pulled her out of her thoughts and placed Elena squarely in the here and now. She raced towards the sound of it, finger on the trigger and mind darting from one danger to the next...but always coming back to him.
"Sir!"
Elena spotted Tseng first and then the movement of something else. She really didn't take the time to see what it was, didn't care for that matter, she just wanted it away from himMuch later, it would register on Elena that she'd shot at the very thing that she's been chasing for weeks ( ... )
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At least, until he heard the gunshot. His hand was drawing his sword immediately, racing towards the sound, towards the weilder of the gun and the instigator. Though he missed the mechan ical foe by seconds, he stood tall, tense, ready. Never know when it might come back.
Granted, that lasted all of thirty seconds before he realized he really was standing next to Tseng, destroyer of empty cities, coverer of secrets, Director of Turks. The sword dropped a little, and no, nope, nada, this wasn’t a dream, wasn’t, it was real, and he was here. Zack was smiling before he even realized it was on his face ( ... )
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