「ℬ r a v e r y」

 “If ya’ really want something then you’ll make sure you don’t have any other choice but to succeed.” Zack spoke up after the cadet express that which now concerned his might and what lingered among the midst of his mind. “You don’t need to be in SOLDIER to accomplish anything.” The 1st-class added further with perhaps a tone far more stern in its sounding than he would have fancied and preferred. Now that he was experiencing this hell on earth in a first given take he had this desire for someone to have spoken to him in the ways he was now speaking to this younger cadet. “If ya’ want to join SOLDIER then ya’ do it. If not then that’s also not a bad thing.” Of course it were not of ill will. Many joined these ranks alone for the namesake of it and perhaps with some found shame that were absent back in his younger years he forcefully faced that the namesake part of it was also part of what initially moved him to join these rankings in the first place. For simple and mindless boast, sadly. Even if he was still playing the hard headed man that he was he would not deny that the darkness that lingered within the 1st-class would be far too obvious to simply ignore or disregard anymore. “Ya’ seem like a good kid.” He smiled at the cadet with an offered nod of his head, voice softened when he addressed him.

 “All you need are dreams and honor.” Fair concluded. If Angeal were here Zack believed that he would have offered advice such as that and even if Zack’s wisdom and play with words were not keen nor the best — hopeful he was that the genuine nature of them was what reached the hearts of those who paid to listen. The effort behind what he attempted to express. His aim was not that to replace Angeal, as those shoes were very big shoes to fill as it were, but passing that which has been taught to him by that man are things he would do sometimes even done with him not realizing he was doing so.

    You either do or you don’t, it was a simple thing in theory. But as he probably knew, it wasn’t always as straightforward as they’d like it to be. It makes her wonder though, why he chose to join SOLDIER. Most seemed to want to for fame and glory, to have the chance to be a hero among the populace, yet such a thing seemed so insignificant. “I see, then perhaps I need to give it more thought” before she made the final decision. “But if you don’t mind me asking...why did you want to join SOLDIER?” If they didn’t need Shinra to accomplish such things then why did he join? Realising they’d stalled in their walk to the training room she gestures for them to continue.

 There she strayed once again, referring to him as if he were above her. As fond as he were of the respect he gained from this ranking of his he personally did not fancy the label that tagged along with it. Perhaps Sephiroth and a few other firsts could handle it without a hitch but not Zack. That was all he was after all. He was just Zack. Perhaps it was in the nature of her, whoever she might be so he would not prob her to outgrow it or scold her for something so petty.

 For the moment being his paces ceased at her inquiries, gaze shifted in her direction in some shocked wonder of sorts. She concerned and worried for things others did not seem to, at least within Shinra. Infantrymen were all about the life of reaching the SOLDIER ranks without question, a sanctified position — he would know as once upon a time he used to be that blissfully foolish. The details were things he did not mind for, thoughts that did not stationed and processed within that young head of his; he just wanted to be part of SOLDIER. “That’s right.” Zack bobbed his head in regards to the question about the mako. “Glad you’re thinkin’ about that.” Decision made to comment on so. Her mind was in the right place. Strong arms crossed over his chest. He was one to often frown upon others who found joy in crushing the dreams of those who chose to dream, and he’d never do such things to anybody. However, he was also not about to lie and be deceptive. “It does hurt, depends on the person. Some can take it and some others… well y'know just can’t.” Vaguely stated but he believed she would piece together what exactly he was implying by saying can’t take it. “If ya’ manage the surgery ya’ better get ready for sickness.” Oh how he dreaded those dark and horrifying days. So weak and fragile he was, but at the same time the energy highs he got from the compressed planet energy within him was as well concerning. “Does a lot to a person, guess it does change ya’ a bit too.” Additional comment applied whilst a hand was brought back to rub the back of his head. Of course that was dependent on just how deep within the first-class SOLDIER ranks one was and believe me Zack was in, real deep — broken? Not quite there yet. “If ya’ really wanna join, you can do it.” He smiled at her.

    Vague perhaps but it didn’t take a genius to know what he truly meant. There was risk involved in anything worth doing, but this was more than just losing something; it was losing everything. A thoughtful expression forms across her features, it was a hefty thing to think about. She hadn’t wanted to become a hero, not purposely any way, she just wanted to help others and prove that she could become more than her family name. Perhaps it was a selfish desire, and she had begun to wonder if SOLDIER was the right place to achieve such a thing. He experience on the matter and how it was a rather unpleasant thing to go through isn’t what deters her, the act of being changed is what has her question it all; because how was she to know it was truly for the better?

 “Eh don’t let those losers get to ya’. They probably failed the exam to make it into SOLDIER.” Or at least one of them that was, as joining these high ranks could more often than not request quite the excessive amounts of things from the examiner in question. Much to Fair’s mighty fortune he had been noticed and recommended by Angeal who thought of him as more than capable to wear the armor and wield the sword. A tilt, slights to the right, towards her speech patterns. “Lighten up! No need to be so formal!” He beamed and in the lightness of his golden forged heart punched her shoulder in light. “I’ll be glad to help ya’ out, c’mon follow me into the trainin’ room, I gotta see what ya’ got first.” Zack nodded, hand waved in means to direct towards their destination.

    She knows he’s right, jealously was ripe within the lower ranks and she’s done her best to avoid it, but some things were inescapable. She wanted to make a name for herself outside the shadow of her father’s name, but she was discovering that wasn’t the easiest thing even with the moniker she chose for herself to disguise her origins. 

@exaltess

 “With that attitude ya’ will never make it into SOLDIER. C’mon don’t let their words get to ya’. Just jealous cause you outshow ‘em.” He attempted to lift the spirits of the female cadet, hand held out towards her in forms to assist her. “Ya’ just need some polishin’, I can help you out with that.” The fellow 1st-class grinned.

Fellowship of the meme pt. 2 || Accepting!

Fellowship of the meme pt. 2 || Accepting!

 Contemplative was the gaze of he who’s power was birth of one of the nine subjects of the devil woman Ymir. “M-Meant to find each other?” A stumble upon words spared in clear and sounding uncertainty. The tug and pull he felt when he saw her, perhaps that was what she meant. The brand upon his palm claimed such a thing as factual at best. “Yeah.” He felt to share, no bashful inclination, Bertolt was uncertain of what it was he should be feeling at all in fact. Hence why he had only said and spoken so much. In a limbo-like state, pulled out in midst of a war zone where if he were to be dubbed the victor so many more lives would have gone to absolute ruin — many more than he had already devastated and destroyed. All he had done was kick a hole in a wall and he made hell come down on years’ worth of haven and sanctioned lands. Yet… nothing was felt towards so. No remorse, no shame, not sense of an apology in dire need — he had to do what he had to do for himself, his land, and those few he championed. Cold? Perhaps. Aware of so? Certainly, for once upon a time he shed tears for those he ruined and those who opened their arms for him in welcome, deceiving them to believe he was one of them. He was devoured and eaten alive by guilt itself. But that was now a past tale to be told and solidified into something entirely different from its origin as time passed them all by — just like all and any told tale. He was determined and dependable, so he would like to believe — hollow at the moment perhaps, but mindful enough. At least that was what Reiner had claimed towards him. The name of one of his champions triggered a sudden wave of rushed panic. “R-Reiner!” He spoke up but immediately hushed down once more to her words, sharing that apparently they were all that was left. Yes, what has voice that echoed within the confinements of his head whilst he was in the colossal titan claimed such a thing. He was clearly encountering struggles wrapping his head around such a thing. Who would not really? Somewhat rich coming from someone who disposed of countless of people.

 “…” Displeased he was. Just what was going on? Marley was no more? Paradis? His home? Family and friends? The towering man stood up slowly and rested a single hand on his head. “That… this is all that is left and that I would be granted a partner because of potential as a master?” It was all rather aggravating to his though process, he could feel a headache looming and approaching quickly. “This is a joke… right?” Even if it were already before his very eyes, everything around him screaming and shouting it were all true. “I was… I was with him and Zeke and I… I-” He was uncertain of where he had been planning to go forth with that as she clearly seemed like someone who would have absolutely no idea what he was spouting. If she had an idea, she would probably wring his neck taking his sins and actions into consideration. Annie, Reiner, and his home are… gone then? “How… how are we supposed to help anybody when we can’t even help ourselves in this situation?” They were humanity’s last hope, that was the general idea of it all, but it felt only minutes ago to Bertolt — how he was shattering that very hope with his own two hands. “I’m not fit for this.” He added. Out of anybody he was the last one.

    Of course she has no inclination as to who the people he spoke about where, friends of his she can wager but that aside she doesn’t know what he’s on about. It’s warranted she supposes, it was a bit of a shock, less so for her for such a thing wasn’t so bizarre when she’d travelled into the past and to other realms beforehand. Yet everything else; she was still processing it all herself and she can only hope what others had told her was true. That although their homes were gone, their loved ones were not. An elongated sigh passes her lips as she thinks how to at least settle his clearly perplexed and displeased demeanour without confusing him further. “That is correct more or less, and I am that partner or servant as they call us,” she clarifies, inclining her head thoughtfully whilst a hand cups her chin. “But sadly this is no jest, it’s very much real” and the quicker he accepted that fact the easier he may be able to grasp everything else.

    What he says next leaves her a little uncertain, even with all their power they were trapped here, unable to go back home to try and save it themselves. It bothered her certainly, because she’d changed her fate once, who’s to say they couldn’t do it again? Unless things were truly so bleak and hopeless but it was difficult for her to believe that, because she’d faced utter hopelessness and felt it’s iron grip; almost succumbing to it. Yet she came out of it, they fought their way out and forged a path that such despair could not touch. And now...now she needed to do it again. His final words bring her attention back to him, who was truly fit for such things? Perhaps some were born that way, some worked their way there and others struggled and failed but against all the odds they made it. She wonders which of the three she was.

exaltess 

“.. I can’t get a hold of her..“

Metal Bat stared directly towards the cellphone he had.. ‘acquired’ moments prior from a troublemaker he had been forced to deal with. It wasn’t against the law if the victim was a criminal themselves, after all. At least, that was the basis upon which he was operating as a hero. It was hard to overcome his delinquent nature, even if he was a force for good. Regardless, it was a fruitless endeavor in this case.

Perhaps it was merely wishful thinking on his part. But the Servant had hoped that somehow, some way, his sister would have been brought to this world as well. No, she must have been. Thinking anything else was unacceptable. But if that was the case, then why couldn’t he reach her number? Oh, but then there was the possibility that she didn’t have her own phone, much like himself.

“.. ARGH, DAMMIT! THIS IS PISSIN’ ME THE HELL OFF! IF ANYTHIN’ HAPPENED TO ZENKO I’M GONNA START BUSTIN’ HEADS!“

    Lucina wasn’t one to get herself into trouble purposely nor needlessly, and she certainly didn’t go looking for it. Yet sometimes it was unavoidable, however she doesn’t lose her head and charge in without thought. The loud yelling was easy to hear even at a great distance, and the growing crowd around a man who seemed to have been beaten up made it easy to put two and two together. What he was screaming about she couldn’t fully comprehend, but he appeared to be concerned about someone and she supposes she could attempt to assist, if only to quiet his rage in case he truly did decide to start ‘bustin’ heads.’ She approaches with caution, the magical energy he extruded suggested he was a servant and without Bertolt around she couldn’t know how strong he was.