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snowblindrpg2016-05-25 09:32 am
heroproceeding) wrote in snowblindrpg2016-05-25 09:32 am
Audio; Day 120 morning; @dreamsnhonor No time to say hello, goodbye [CW: dead people]
{Day 119; Morning}
[ Darkness.
Darkness had been the first thing he'd found when he had woken up. Not the kind of comforting darkness where he's sandwiched or doing the sandwiching to Kuns and the others. But a kind of lonely darkness with the cold already creeping up and chilling you to the bone. Never mind the weight of those dreams from the night before. Never mind the way his heart's still beating hard in his chest. Because the darkness tells him well enough that he's alone... and it doesn't take much to figure out why. Not when he tries to get the blanket off of his head-
only to realize that's not a blanket at all. Hands quickly run down the fabric, pushing and feeling it go taunt- and with it, he feels the push of something against his boots. Feels something move underneath his body.
That's not a blanket. That's a-
His body jolts suddenly, heartbeat kicking up a few notches as the memories flicker in his head in a rapid blur. There's nothing to see but everything to hear. The thunder of something behind him, almost deafening, the shattering crash of glass, and then the grip of pain. Panic and intense pain he hasn't felt since that fateful day. It's all he can remember... not that there isn't enough significant evidence to tell him the rest of that story.
Not when he's slowly moving hands, skating fingers along the texture of the zipper to find its pull and start to tug away. Sooner than he'd like, but this is a story he needs to face head on and move forward from because he's got some important calls to make. Calls that grip him but also give him relief in knowing that at least he's there to make them. He pulls his tablet from his pocket where it usually is and taps at it only to freeze a second later when he thinks he catches something out of his eye. Curiosity gets the better of him and he turns his tablet to glance light off the drawers on either side of him.
He instantly regrets it, stomach churning and heart aching all over again. Zack peels that light away, taking a steadying breath and running a hand through far too clean hair. He curses again to himself, but then he's swinging feet out to the side, so he can face away from the sightless eyes of old friends.
Face away and start flicking through his tablet... ]
{Day 120; Morning}
[ It's not until the next day when he finally gets his wits together, finally composes himself enough to reach out to the rest. Knowing Kunsel had died... thinking he would never come back... the only thing that had kept him moving then was knowing that Jim and Zell were out there. They were out there and likely doing something dangerous without him and while he had no control over it, that didn't make him want to find them again any less. He'd said he would help get them all a ticket out of there. He just hadn't planned on dying at some point to make it a reality. Well, not that that was...
All the same, at some point, he does realize he ought to say something... at least if only to reassert the fact that he's there yet, especially when that obituary comes up later.
So, he takes to doing so... as casually as he can muster considering circumstances. What's the most important thing to take from this and share? That's at least easy to figure out. ]
So, fair warning if you ever de-decide to go unlocking any doors around here. The traps around here are... pr-pretty brutal.
[ He pauses for just a brief moment before adding quietly... ruefully. ]
It looks like th-this place just couldn't get enough of me though.
[ Darkness.
Darkness had been the first thing he'd found when he had woken up. Not the kind of comforting darkness where he's sandwiched or doing the sandwiching to Kuns and the others. But a kind of lonely darkness with the cold already creeping up and chilling you to the bone. Never mind the weight of those dreams from the night before. Never mind the way his heart's still beating hard in his chest. Because the darkness tells him well enough that he's alone... and it doesn't take much to figure out why. Not when he tries to get the blanket off of his head-
only to realize that's not a blanket at all. Hands quickly run down the fabric, pushing and feeling it go taunt- and with it, he feels the push of something against his boots. Feels something move underneath his body.
That's not a blanket. That's a-
His body jolts suddenly, heartbeat kicking up a few notches as the memories flicker in his head in a rapid blur. There's nothing to see but everything to hear. The thunder of something behind him, almost deafening, the shattering crash of glass, and then the grip of pain. Panic and intense pain he hasn't felt since that fateful day. It's all he can remember... not that there isn't enough significant evidence to tell him the rest of that story.
Not when he's slowly moving hands, skating fingers along the texture of the zipper to find its pull and start to tug away. Sooner than he'd like, but this is a story he needs to face head on and move forward from because he's got some important calls to make. Calls that grip him but also give him relief in knowing that at least he's there to make them. He pulls his tablet from his pocket where it usually is and taps at it only to freeze a second later when he thinks he catches something out of his eye. Curiosity gets the better of him and he turns his tablet to glance light off the drawers on either side of him.
He instantly regrets it, stomach churning and heart aching all over again. Zack peels that light away, taking a steadying breath and running a hand through far too clean hair. He curses again to himself, but then he's swinging feet out to the side, so he can face away from the sightless eyes of old friends.
Face away and start flicking through his tablet... ]
{Day 120; Morning}
[ It's not until the next day when he finally gets his wits together, finally composes himself enough to reach out to the rest. Knowing Kunsel had died... thinking he would never come back... the only thing that had kept him moving then was knowing that Jim and Zell were out there. They were out there and likely doing something dangerous without him and while he had no control over it, that didn't make him want to find them again any less. He'd said he would help get them all a ticket out of there. He just hadn't planned on dying at some point to make it a reality. Well, not that that was...
All the same, at some point, he does realize he ought to say something... at least if only to reassert the fact that he's there yet, especially when that obituary comes up later.
So, he takes to doing so... as casually as he can muster considering circumstances. What's the most important thing to take from this and share? That's at least easy to figure out. ]
So, fair warning if you ever de-decide to go unlocking any doors around here. The traps around here are... pr-pretty brutal.
[ He pauses for just a brief moment before adding quietly... ruefully. ]
It looks like th-this place just couldn't get enough of me though.
@milkevoli; voice; private
It takes a moment to swallow down her kneejerk response. The warning singles out another booby trap easily enough, and... well, either he died, or he almost died, and he sounds a little too together for the latter to be plausible.]
I'm glad you're back.
...Are... you alright, Zack?
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It's just..
Yeah. Still pretty awkward, especially when he notices that the conversation's locked. And he finds himself rubbing the back of his neck on the other end. ] ...A lot better than before. [ You know. Considering he was literally riddled to death with glass shards... ]
They really know how to patch a guy up around here...
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...Well, I can't say it's an ideal way around things, but... [There's a pause as she trails off, trying to think of what to say to him.]
... I, um... I'm sorry if this is sudden. For me to talk to you like this, I mean. One of your friends told me what happened a few days ago, when you first got hurt. I haven't wanted to intrude, considering there's more than one doctor giving your group advice, but... I've been a little worried for you.
...I'm guessing you ran into another trap like before.
(I am totally fine with that.)
Guess it doesn't really matter though. Case and point is that she knows. Knows and has been... Something in him sinks just a little bit, but he pushes forth. ]
Yeah... Yeah, we did. We checked the room out and everything- we really thought we were maybe in the clear.
Heh... Boy, were we wr-wrong. [ He can't help the sheepish if not grim smile from this end. Never mind the way his stutters a bit there. ]
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Zack... I'm going to tell you this as a doctor concerned for your state of being, okay?
Don't push yourself right now. Please. Even if you aren't physically injured... you were still killed. That's a traumatic experience in its own right. No one can come back from that untouched somehow.
It's... it's okay to not be okay.
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It's funny though. Funny her telling him not to push himself when there he is out there despite the screams and the way his body refuses to stop shivering, refuses to regulate heat like it usually would... there he is out there, forcing himself through.
All the same, he just sighs in turn. ]
Luna.. honestly? I do-don't even remember it. It happened so fast.. [ There one moment right behind Kuns and then...
...and then waking up. Somehow. Again. He doesn't know how he beat those odds. ]
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[Just because he was free of the memory now doesn't mean his mind hadn't imprinted something from the incident somewhere, as a way to guard or cope.
His voice is still stuttering, enough that she's starting to suspect he's out trudging through the snow regardless of how he's feeling... but it's his decision to make. If he has a group still downtown somewhere with unknown injuries from whatever trap had killed him, she doesn't blame him for wanting to move quickly.
But...]
Please... just be careful, okay?
Have you been able to contact the rest of your group?
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what a liar ;w;
SORRY NOT SORRY
i can see your utter honest apology dripping off of every word, yep
Of course. As in. Of course not ;D
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@hsiaoke; voice
You're back! You ought to have been more careful, both of you, you're meant to be soldiers!
@dreamsnhonor; audio forever
Then again, considering the kids he knew back in Midgar under the plate, maybe he shouldn't have really been surprised. He clears his throat all the same, scratching the back of his head. ] He-Hey.. Even SOLDIERs make mistakes. We aren't invincible.
[ He'd learned that before, far before all of this. This is just... well. Cruel reinforcement. ] I ta-take it you talked to Kuns already.
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She's relieved, yes, but very disappointed.]
I talked to him, and - why are you talking? Listen to yourself, you're freezing! Focus on shelter!
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Just fi-figured I'd check in. Gaia knows how many pe-people've... [ But he trails off there. It feels too dark- too morbid to talk about that with her either. It hurts him, too. To think he'd gotten this second chance after so many of his other friends had never...
Zack sighs shakily on the other head. ] ..It's better wh-when you hear from them, yourself, is-isn't it?
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You did good, [she lets him know, her tone fierce. Almost like she is proud of him.] To check in. Though I hope that you've spoken to Jim first. He was all broken up. It must have been horrible, to, to see it himself.
[She is young, yes, but already something of an expert at deflecting from her own distress.]
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Which might explain why he shakes it off. ] Kid, li-listen. Some things are just out of your control, no matter what you do. But I'd never me-mean for something like this to happen if it could be prevented.
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...Snow me where you are. Did you just.
OMG what a Freudian slip X_X
You're alright! I know what you meant and it made my day fff
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@jwatson; voice
Bloody hell, Zack... Are you all right? Are you still - is that cut you had and the concussion healed up?
@dreamsnhonor; audio forever
Bro looks like Harrrry Potteeeeeer.Now, whether or not he's alright, well... He breathes out something of a sigh, shakier than it ought to be. ]
It se-seems I didn't hold to that order too well though.
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> private;
He'd helped prescribe him something though... He hadn't had to do that, but he did. And Kuns had gone out of his way to talk to him to do it. Zack trusts his friend's judgement... which might be ultimately why he closes the channel. ]
I don't think it's go-got anything to do with coming back. It wasn't like this wh-when I first woke up.
Yo-You remember those weird dreams people were having?
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There was this big bl-block of ice and in it, a lot of people. One of them spoke to me. Th-They said our time's running out.
If we do-don't get this figured out, we're iced. [ Whether it's literally or metaphorically, it can't be anything good. ]
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But there's not much else 'this place couldn't get enough of me' could mean, and he feels his stomach sink right through to his feet. How could this have happened? How was it that everyone he cared about kept suffering?]
I thought-- I thought Kunsel patched you up?
[He died from complications of that trap?]
@dreamsnhonor; private audio
[ His voice aches- not for himself or even for Kunsel but for the boy on the other end in that suit of armor. The young man who sounds so confused... who had no idea. Jim and Zell must have never told him, but then considering how taxing each conversation had probably been... No, he doesn't really blame them at all if they found themselves at their limit.
He just wishes... He knows how much death bothers Al. And it's not just about losing his friends. ]
He-He did, and I was doing fine. It's got nothing to do with the axe. It was at the je-jewelry store. We... set off another trap.
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He wants to yell that he told Zack to be more careful, that he was an idiot for getting hit with two dangerous traps in a row. But that's not fair and not kind. Zack's smart, he wouldn't have walked into these things blindly. It's not his fault what happened.
It's a knee jerk reaction in response to his grief and the strange disparity between the loss and actually talking to the person who was lost. It makes his head swim and his heart hurt, and none of this makes any more sense.]
Oh.
[It's small. Hollow.]
What happened?
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In some ways, it actually feels worse that he doesn't. Because he can hear that pain and now it's even worse knowing what it further stems from, how deep it really goes... He bites his lip for a second, trying to still the quiver so that his teeth don't chatter and concern him even more.
After a moment, he breathes out a shaky sigh. ] Me and Kuns were trying to ge-get the key in a case. Next thing I know... I hear something ex-exploding behind me and then I'm waking up in the ch-church.
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Right now his focus is all on Zack.]
An explosion? Did anyone else--
[Die.]
Is everyone else okay?
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But he... Even just thinking about it makes his heart ache all over again and he has to stop himself before the emotions overwhelm him. He's back. He could have never come back, but he did.
Still... ]
Kuns... Kuns is back. [ 'But I couldn't stop it in the end- I was supposed to have his back-' ]
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