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Jailbreak! [Active/Open]

Jul 29, 2008 16:16

Characters: Zack Fair, anybody
Content: Cloud told him to stay home and rest his injuries. Zack's thinking otherwise. ...this could be bad.
Location: Along Broadway
Time of day: Morning
Warnings: An injured ex-SOLDIER in the streets of Manhattan. You do the math. ^^b

( He'll never even know I'm gone~ )

zack fair, senju

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defaultstare July 30 2008, 15:06:00 UTC

The day was starting to look up. This place was just filled with weapons, and unlike the more modern shops, Hashirama actually knew how to use more than 75% of them. The only downside to the whole thing was that the good ones were hidden behind glass display cases, but that was only temporary, and as strong or weak as the glass might have been, it shattered nicely with when hit with a chakra-charged palm.

Success.

Hashirama had managed to break his last katana, and now had two more. Two was a good number for weapons. One for each hand.

Twirling one of the blades, Hashirama tested the balance, found it to be acceptable, and then glanced out the window. Someone was coming. Well.

hisdreamsmyfate July 30 2008, 15:39:17 UTC

Zack paused in the doorway as he noticed a shadow moving about inside the store, and jumped at the sudden shattering of glass. Backing up a bit, the SOLDIER looked around for anything he could use at that moment, since it seemed to be one of those crabs he'd heard so much about.

Feeling around on the wall, the man's hand eventually fell upon a rather small katana with a dragon print, the shape similiar to the one he'd started out with. That'd work nicely.

Zack slowly moved forward, ignoring the searing pain in his chest and abdomen and held the sword at the ready. He was starting to think he'd been decidedly stupid going out without being fully recovered first, but that didn't matter now, did it? He could handle himself. He always could.

defaultstare July 30 2008, 21:09:53 UTC

“I would prefer it if you didn’t point that at me,” Hashirama told him, standing in one of the corners. In truth, the blade wasn’t aimed at him, per say, but the intent was unmistakable. With his crab-bite draining more energy than he cared to admit, Hashirama would have rather avoided fighting.

But, of course, if it was going to be that way, he’d oblige.

That was just how things worked.

hisdreamsmyfate July 30 2008, 22:12:35 UTC

Zack jumped visibly at the voice, not expecting to hear one. Did crabs talk? He didn't think he wanted to find out.

Shuffling a bit closer, the SOLDIER was able to gain a good view of the other occupant, and found that it was actually a man. "Oh." Was his only reply as he lowered the sword and placed it on the back table. Zack clutched his side and cringed at the movement.

Funny. The guy kinda reminded him of Angeal, in both looks and demeanor. "Sorry. Thought you were a crab-thingy."

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