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ddd_zack

[RL with Zechs]

Jan 31, 2010 20:53

The evil fog was nothing but a memory for the people of Edge. at the moment, that was both a blessing and a curse, because the sun beating down was warm despite the fact that it was winter. Especially for the men labouring on the buildings, working to create more and better shelters for the people of the city.
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thricedeadwind February 1 2010, 05:09:46 UTC

It was the last thing Zechs would have expected. He hadn't been paying attention to the people in the lot across the way beyond a vague, ever-present level of vigilance which perhaps bordered on paranoia. This section of Midgar was indeed very vocal in their dislike of the ShinRa company, and beyond that, Zechs was merely careful. None were pointing weapons in his way, or appeared to be watching him beyond that vague dislike. He wasn't expecting one of them to greet him ( ... )

ddd_zack February 1 2010, 05:14:54 UTC

Seeing that Zechs had stopped, Zack took that as an invitation and trotted over to join him. "Hey, I'm glad to see you," he said as he approached with a smile. "I wanted to say thank you and apologize again, but I didn't think coming anywhere near Rufus trying to find you was a good idea."

He had a hard time trying to decide what he thought of Zechs. They'd gotten off on a very bad foot the day he'd discovered the DDD community, and hadn't had any more positive interactions since then. Certainly fighting his shadow hadn't seemed to make Zechs terribly happy with him, judging by the way the man had spoken to him then.

But Tseng trusted him, and that counted for a lot in Zack's books. He also had some vague good memories from the time he'd spent believing he was a Turk, though he had to remind himself that Zechs wouldn't share those.

thricedeadwind February 1 2010, 05:25:20 UTC

Zack had misread Zechs, slightly. He wasn't angry with the SOLDIER, or even dislike him one way or another. Learning about him and knowing of Tseng's high regard for the man - helping in the rescue, too, both times - all made him sympathize with the individual to some extent. No, when they got right down to it, Zechs just didn't trust him.

Which wasn't anything against Zack, really. It as likely for Zechs to distrust someone as for a cat to dislike water. But it did make him wary and a little befuddled when the man approached him. He managed to mask those reactions.

He bowed just slightly, a militaristic gesture. His voice was calm and polite. "There is nothing to apologize for, as I have aforementioned. Such is a common indication of all humanity, to have things we wish to hide."

Some good humor shone through, though. It was just the dry brand that Zechs usually carried. "All the same, it is wise you had not approached me within the ShinRa offices, considering your history."

ddd_zack February 1 2010, 05:28:55 UTC

"Yeah, well." Zack made a gesture that was meant to encompass everything that had happened between him and ShinRa in the past. "I'm trying not to cause any more problems for Tseng with Rufus than he's already got 'cause of me, y'know? So I'm keeping my distance. And maybe you don't think there's anything to apologize for, but I do. If Aerith hadn't healed you guys, I'd have hurt you pretty bad." His grin faded, and the mako glow in his eyes highlighted the seriousness in his expression.

thricedeadwind February 1 2010, 05:38:10 UTC

Zechs took a moment, through his thick shades and given the first opportunity in a calm, nonthreatening atmosphere - though he was still half-watching his surroundings - to examine Zack. The man was older than the boys the Specials recruited, but still reminded him faintly of the soldiers he used to command. No, that was incorrect. He reminded him faintly of the pilots he fought.

"You speak as if such is uncommon, for one of my background."

Perhaps it was the training and the experiments he already learned SOLDIERS experienced. Perhaps it was the earnest, honest way Zack spoke now - tinged with that dangerous glow of mako which Zechs had only read about. He wasn't certain, exactly. Yet the faint resemblance to those boy pilots still called to him.

He came to a decision, then, and turned his head toward the expanse of sidewalk before him. "I believe if we're to have a proper conversation, it should at least be a civilized one. I assume if no local bistro serves tea, they at least dispense manageable coffee?"