It only took a few quick steps past a few other rooms before Zack had reached the end of the hallway. Without a flashlight, the soldier could only barely tell that there was someone up ahead--and instinct put him on the defense immediately. He had no idea where he was, but it couldn't be anywhere good. He'd been brought back from the dead, so whoever was behind it was certainly powerful.
Still, it didn't feel as if he'd been experimented on. Was it something closer to magic than science? It was pointless to try and work it out, however. He'd have to get definite answers from the person who had done it to him.
The person ahead of him might be a guard, though. Then again, considering his door was open, Zack had to wonder at the security. He narrowed his eyes, trying to get the silhouette to turn into something a little more telling, but to no avail.
Even without a sword, he could fight. May as well hope for the best.
"Hello?" he called out, drawing closer to the figure.
Darman turned and stood his ground. It was too late to try to catch the other voice through surprise, but he was actually armed this time; despite his lack of attention, he felt in relatively high spirits.
"Who are you?" Darman asked bluntly once the owner of the voice came into sight. The clone mercilessly fixed the beam of the primitive glowrod on the other's face, getting a good look of the man.
He looked like a soldier, at least from the toned body and that way he held himself, but other than that, Darman could only tell he was probably human. That didn't mean much, as humans lived on countless planets in the galaxy, had served both in the Republic and under the Seperatists, so there was no telling if he was an enemy or ally.
Zack's initial reaction was to wince against the bright glow of the flashlight. Where the hell had he gotten that thing?
Oh. Probably in his room. Right. Good going there.
Well, there was no point in dwelling on his mistake, especially since this stranger seemed a little on edge--and he also happened to be armed. Zack examined the sword--what he would have done to have his Buster Sword in hand at this point--and then he made eye contact with the man, doing his best not to look straight into the light pointed at him.
"My name's Zack," he responded, not sure if he should be nervous as well. The guy didn't look like a Shin-Ra soldier--no uniform, and they didn't issue swords like that, either. Hell, he didn't even know if this was a Shin-Ra building. It was no place he'd ever been in before, though who knew what new places had been constructed for all that time he'd been dead--and those years spent in the mansion before that.
Darman sized up this Zack. Somehow he looked like Darman should've seen him before; it occurred to him that he'd seen him before here in this prison, except "Zack" now carried himself much more differently then before. More mature, almost, and Darman couldn't imagine this Zack trying to glue himself to the other prisoners like he had been before - the clone distinctly remembered someone looking like Zack doing his damndest to inhale a man with silver hair's face right off, which, while distracting, really wasn't of much use
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Still, it didn't feel as if he'd been experimented on. Was it something closer to magic than science? It was pointless to try and work it out, however. He'd have to get definite answers from the person who had done it to him.
The person ahead of him might be a guard, though. Then again, considering his door was open, Zack had to wonder at the security. He narrowed his eyes, trying to get the silhouette to turn into something a little more telling, but to no avail.
Even without a sword, he could fight. May as well hope for the best.
"Hello?" he called out, drawing closer to the figure.
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"Who are you?" Darman asked bluntly once the owner of the voice came into sight. The clone mercilessly fixed the beam of the primitive glowrod on the other's face, getting a good look of the man.
He looked like a soldier, at least from the toned body and that way he held himself, but other than that, Darman could only tell he was probably human. That didn't mean much, as humans lived on countless planets in the galaxy, had served both in the Republic and under the Seperatists, so there was no telling if he was an enemy or ally.
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Oh. Probably in his room. Right. Good going there.
Well, there was no point in dwelling on his mistake, especially since this stranger seemed a little on edge--and he also happened to be armed. Zack examined the sword--what he would have done to have his Buster Sword in hand at this point--and then he made eye contact with the man, doing his best not to look straight into the light pointed at him.
"My name's Zack," he responded, not sure if he should be nervous as well. The guy didn't look like a Shin-Ra soldier--no uniform, and they didn't issue swords like that, either. Hell, he didn't even know if this was a Shin-Ra building. It was no place he'd ever been in before, though who knew what new places had been constructed for all that time he'd been dead--and those years spent in the mansion before that.
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