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DARKNESS HAUNTS YOUR NARRATIVE

A wound ripping open, stitch by stitch, Kunsel can feel the old familiar ache in his chest beginning to seep at the seams — there's a tear here, a clear divide between what he'd hoped ( dreamed ) this reunion to be like… and the much more mundane, heavy and morose reality of it all.

No fanfare - couldn't be, it'd call attention. No high, emotional peak - only anxiety, uncertainty.

All they had was the initial recognition, split second hesitation between running and staying that grew longer and longer… but was it really trust?

What reasons had Zack to trust Kunsel, adorned in SOLDIER threads, having dug himself a hole so deep he couldn't see a way out?

Why did Kunsel think he could trust Zack, that he hadn't just turned his back on them like Luxiere tried to get him to see believe time and time again?

It's a loaded sentence that Zack speaks, and Kunsel has to lick his lips to try and steel his nerves, mind racing to try and find anything to say that would have Zack consider letting him know what happened - where was he all this time?

"I've seen the reports, Zack." It isn't an easy thing to think back on, the log of a battalion lost — lambs to slaughter, numbers thrown at what was once the peak of SOLDIER in hopes it would work. It didn't. And although pity lingered there, a disgust at the company ( at himself ) that ran so deep he felt he'd lose it one day… Kunsel clung to the implication of it all, the admittedly delusional hope that it meant Zack pulled through.

And he did… but now what? Where did they stand?

There was a burst through the door that startled a rather stoic man. Rufus could feel the heartbeat in his throat as they dragged a half-alive bloodied and battered SOLDIER through the door that was to be remained locked. This gilded cage suddenly filled with the scent of blood, causing a quick change in his expression. 

"What is the meaning of this?"

"Sorry, Sir, we need somewhere to hide him..." Rude said, with a slight grimace; Zack held enough muscle in his body for him to feel the strain in his body. 

"Not on the --" 

Too late. Zack's body was placed on the couch that occupied the living quarters. Another sneer, his tunic was dowsed in blood. Slits where bullets made their mark mottled his body while a multitude of scrapes and lacerations spread about his face. This was done by a mob-- ShinRa weaponry. 

❝ I’ve always heard that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, but I feel pretty fucking weak right now. ❞ @zackleos

Rude made quick work at shearing away the nearly rags that Zack was wearing, Tseng quick to hand over bandages that were kept in the underground prison. 

Question prompts | accepting

The query rings in the air between them, charged as it is. —— Tseng can't exactly blame Zack for his wariness, nor his reluctance. It makes sense, all things considered. Tseng is a Turk, a man who will always put the business first. Zack is a SOLDIER; a hero, a dreamer. A realist and an idealist, two sides of a coin: two opposing sides.

Tseng takes in Zack’s profile, the slope of his jaw, the shine of his eyes. There’s a sincerity to Zack that pulls those around him into his orbit. Tseng knows he himself isn’t immune -- and isn't that terrifying? Tseng's heart has slowly hardened to the reality of a Shinra-controlled world, but still, there are people out there with the power to make him soft.

He forces himself not to look away.

@zackleos asked: "hey. you look tired. you alright?"

"Tired   would   be   an   understatement."       Cissnei   replied   with   a   weak   smile.        "you   know   how   work   is."        typically   she   wouldn't   have   been   so   honest   but   Zack   wasn't   the   type   to   cast   judgements.            

"Thanks   for   the   concern   though    .....               You   holding   up   okay?"   it   seemed   like   he   was   constantly   taking   care   of   others   while   ignoring   his   own   health.           It   worried   her   sometimes,    what   would   she   do   if   she   found   him   face   down   on   the   ground   due   to    exhaustion?    

"....    would   be   nice   if   we   could   both   go   back   to   costa   del   sol.    I   really   need   some   R   and   R"

@zackleos asked: ʘ‿ʘ surprising no one, zack thinks cissnei is v attractive!

knowing zack, he probably asks her on a date.

@zackleos sent:

[ 26 ] an empty, run-down subway car

Needing a place to take a quick respite and thankfully this area wasn't as populated with monsters as others, so Mukuro ducked into an abandoned subway car。 Immediately taking a seat, tilting her head back and letting out a soft sigh of relief as her aching muscles would finally get a break from all the running around and fighting。

In her rush to find somewhere to rest, Mukuro didn't realize that the subway car she rushed to occupy already had someone in it and took her a little too long probably to realize this。

Snapping her eyes open, she quickly looks in the direction she felt eyes on her。 Her muscles tensing as she began to prepare herself should this person turn out hostile, but noticing the garb this person had, caused her to relax? Or tense more, she wasn't so sure。 As someone who used to be a Turk, she worked with SOLDIERs sometimes, and the person before her looked very familiar。

「What? The fuck?」 Was all she managed to say。

(  ❛  What is this, some evaluation for the newbies?  ❜  )

The red haired Turk paid every employee attention. Threats to the integrity of the Electric Company were likely to reside within the walls of ShinRa as they were to be foreign, plus . . the rookie SOLDIERs and wannabe Turks typically roused some amusement or other choice emotions. As long as they weren't snot-nosed kids, Reno was just as likely to challenge them on the training mat as he was to watch them from a distance. Perseverance, strength of will, and all of that. Both from word of mouth passed on by Cissnei and actually working with the newbie, Reno knew Zack Fair intimately; a surprise considering there were leagues of SOLDIERs who came before Zack, and the Turk had purposefully paid them no mind. Lips tightened and loosened as head tilted to one side and the other.

(  ❛  He's young, ain't he. He looks it. I can see the sky of whatever haystack town he's come from in his eyes. I don't know, man. He's like a plushie; a stupid little thing that I don't want to bother with, but when I see it . . it's kinda cute, and I don't want to do away with it. What's he doing in the SOLDIER program anyway? He's going to get eaten alive . . and not in a good way. Even those muscles of his won't protect him.  ❜  )