[Well...he's up now.] Mmh. Okay, uh... [Cloud yawns, clothes rustling as he finds his pants and yanks them on.] Are you still on the Iskaulit? Wanna help me with an errand?
I wanna hit up that waystation before we move on. See if there's anything useful we can scrounge up. [Pulls his boots on.] Swing back here and pick me up, we can head over there together.
[Zack actually gets to the docking bay before Cloud does, and he gives Zack a quizzical look as he pulls himself up into the shuttle and assumes the console to steer them over toward the waystation.] So all that about punching you unconscious...
What, did I say that? Nah, it's fine! We've got work to do, now.
[distractions are better than passing out, perish the thought! it's time for adventuring in unknown places. Zack steers the shuttle back around to fly out, heading for the nearest waystation.]
Thank you. [He'll take that, sure. Might still blame that dent on Zack thought.
Either way he's going to bring the shuttle around and lead it to one of the back docking areas on the waystation. At least there's enough space here for him to turn the shuttle around, nose-out for a speedy getaway.]
oh well, maybe he can use this time to relax a bit. Zack leans back in his chair, hands behind his head, and rests quietly for the first little bit of the flight, eyes closed. he's still restless, though, and whatever's bothering him still lingers, so before long he shifts again, twisting around to sit backwards on his chair, chin on the headrest.]
[Look...don't ask him why that was suddenly a big deal. He doesn't understand it himself, okay]
Scrap metal. Food or whatever too I guess; water, stuff for in case these assholes suddenly decide not to feed us for kicks. But metal for bigger and better swords, mostly.
That would be amazing. Nothing against the ones we have, they actually look super cool, just... I haven't used a sword that small since my training days.
Man, tell me about it. I'm afraid to swing this thing around, I feel like it's gonna fly out of my hands. [HOW DOES HE EVEN USE IT??? you can't bludgeon someone to death with this thing]
Takes practice, switching from one to the other. It took me a few months to really get the hang of the Buster- every move feels different, even if it's the exact same one you're used to.
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Zack...? What the hell is with you, are you alright...? [Groans but rolls out of bed. Guh, this is torture...]
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[He has the decency to sound almost guilty about it. For the most part he's- relieved.]
Just having some trouble laying my head down.
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Oh sure, yeah! What do you need?
[if he had a tail it'd be wagging.]
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[HE'S ZOOMING OVER NOW. the shuttle cannot move fast enough.]
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[distractions are better than passing out, perish the thought! it's time for adventuring in unknown places. Zack steers the shuttle back around to fly out, heading for the nearest waystation.]
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Hey, I'm flying already, I can do it! You're gonna make us crash.
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there's a telltale crunch and a thud as the shuttle hits the bay wall.]
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Cloud relinquishes control immediately] Holy- Zack, look what you did.
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I think the word you're looking for is "we".
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Fine, if you're gonna be a baby about it, you can drive it.
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Might still blame that dent on Zack thought.Either way he's going to bring the shuttle around and lead it to one of the back docking areas on the waystation. At least there's enough space here for him to turn the shuttle around, nose-out for a speedy getaway.]
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oh well, maybe he can use this time to relax a bit. Zack leans back in his chair, hands behind his head, and rests quietly for the first little bit of the flight, eyes closed. he's still restless, though, and whatever's bothering him still lingers, so before long he shifts again, twisting around to sit backwards on his chair, chin on the headrest.]
Looking for anything in particular?
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Scrap metal. Food or whatever too I guess; water, stuff for in case these assholes suddenly decide not to feed us for kicks. But metal for bigger and better swords, mostly.
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