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Zack Fair
07 April 2012 @ 09:40 pm
Hey! You've reached the voicemail of Zack Fair, SOLDIER 1st Class! I can't answer the phone right now, but that doesn't mean you can't talk to me when the beep sounds, anyway! So leave your name and number, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can, thanks!

*Beep!*




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Zack Fair
Zack yawned, stretched, and smiled up at the ceiling sleepily. He'd slept better last night than he had in a while, thanks in part to the puppy that had come home with him last night. He wasn't planning on keeping the dog, not by any means, but he hadn't been taking to being alone very well, and neither had the puppy, after his siblings had all been adopted out. And, since Ino wasn't home, he hadn't seen any reason not to.

... Except that the puppy had apparently wandered off somewhere. Which wasn't an emergency, really. Zack would just lure him out with breakfast and squeaky toys, and then they could head back to the shelter, where the next person on staff could keep the timid little puppy company. Maybe get him adopted out to a good home. He crouched over to pick up the squeaky pork chop toy he'd brought home for the night, and then froze. And blinked up. And hissed between his teeth. Hadn't he closed Ino's door last night? Maybe he hadn't closed it all they way, and the puppy had nosed it open out of curiosity?

Holding his breath, Zack inched toward the door, nudging it open a little bit more, and made a strangled whining sound in the back of his throat. Yep. The puppy was in there. So was Ino, who he was mostly certain would kill him if she thought he'd brought a dog home to stay without even so much as asking her. And said dog was on her bed. Sleeping beside her. Not even the squeaky pork chop could save them now. Zack grimaced, and then shuffled off, first to get a shirt on, and second to get some dog treats. Maybe he didn't need to use the enticing power of the squeaky toy, if he could just lure the puppy over with snack foods instead. Quietly. Somehow.

He was so dead meat.

[OOC: For Ino! Or calls, if anybody wants, why not?]
 
 
Zack Fair
05 February 2017 @ 09:15 pm
To say that it was surreal to be back on the island again after so long would be something of an understatement.

To day that it was surreal to be in an unfamiliar apartment, staring out one of the windows at an all too familiar island, not having to worry about anything more dangerous than a gremlin?

Well, it was accurate. And also an understatement. The situation was complicated, and Zack was antsy. Their portal from Konoha had dropped them off almost right beside the back door of the Boards, and the key had been in the mailbox, just as Jono had promised Ino it would be. There were a few boxes here and there in the upstairs apartment, but Zack had barely noticed them, mostly just finding himself standing in awkward silence just trying to process the idea of being indoors.

He kept looking around in a quiet panic, trying to spot Cloud. Then he remembered; Cloud was in Konoha. Cloud was in good hands. Better hands than his own. He was a very sick man.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the blue-skinned apple that he'd been handed yesterday, looking at it in silence. And then he set it on the windowsill and started to pace again. For all that he'd been called a puppy in his lifetime, today he felt somewhat more like a coeurl in a cage. The island was just outside that window. This was real.

"This is real," he said again, out loud. Maybe if he repeated it enough, he'd even believe it.


[OOC: For she who is here with him!]
 
 
Zack Fair
04 February 2017 @ 06:18 pm
The chanting of monsters still echoed loudly in Zack's ears as he slumped down into the overgrowth, holding Cloud close in his arms and trying not to look as shaken as he felt. Genesis had been there, and Hollander, and while they'd given up on him, saying that his cells had already been mutated as part of the process of becoming SOLDIER, Cloud's were...

What had they said? Pure? S-Cells?

Legend shall speak of sacrifice at world's end...

Zack shuddered.Collapse )

[OOC: For she who knows who she is! NFB for distance!]
 
 
Zack Fair
Zack was tired. Bone tired. Bone tired and heartsick, following the road toward Gongaga with a sort of exhausted stubbornness that would have seemed at least slightly more reasonable if he wasn't hauling a comatose kid around with him all the way from Nibelheim. Cloud was slowing him down. There was no question about that. He'd been able to stop for fuel a few times since his encounter with Genesis farther back along the highway, but doing so without raising suspicions, given that they were both dressed in the garb of SOLDIER, was a tricky endeavor. They had to travel only at night, and Cloud wasn't much help with anything. Zack had to stop on more than one occasion to fight off monsters that jumped out onto the highway, slowing him down even more. His stockpile of potions was running low. And food? Food was even harder.

He wished he had an easy way out of this. Wished it didn't hurt so damn much to think about who was and wasn't safe to trust. He'd never had difficulty trusting before, but...

The only one who had made any effort to check up on him in what was at least months was Kunsel. Genesis apparently wanted to eat him or something, the Turks had been there when Hojo had taken him in, and Ino...

Well, she'd been paying the phone bill. But she hadn't reached out to him. So... which was it? Did she know he was alive but was unable to make a call? Was she with out the Turks trying to find him? Maybe she just hadn't gotten around to cancelling the phone bill. He had no idea how long he'd been gone, though it felt like almost forever.

He glanced at Cloud, set in the sidecar in a way that hopefully would keep him from lolling over too much while he rode. And then he pulled over, dug out his phone, and tapped out just one word.

Ino?

It took him another several minutes of just sitting there on the shoulder of the highway to nerve himself up to it, but eventually, heart pounding in his ears, he hit send.

[OOC: For she who knows who she is!]
 
 
 
Zack Fair
The bike had been... well, it had been awesome, the sidecar making it easy for two to travel quickly, and Zack was getting some impressive mileage on it. Cloud was still asleep, had been asleep since they'd left Nibelheim with no sign of waking, and while they'd done a decent job so far of avoiding notice, life on the run with only a bike, some materia, a sword, and the dead-weight comatose form of an unconscious friend could stand to be at least a little more comfortable. They hadn't slept in a bed since the ShinRa Manor, because what bed could they trust?

The answer had hit Zack like a sack of hammers, too easy and too good to be true. So they were on the highway headed for Gongaga.

The sight of something perched on a road sign overhead made him slam on the brake, and as he stepped onto the road and drew his sword, two winged Genesis copies jumped down to face him.

He could have taken them, too, if it wasn't for the real thing kicking him to the ground from behind.Collapse )

[OOC: NFI because distance, and huge chunks plundered from Crisis Core. Gettin' there. Gettin' there.]
 
 
Zack Fair
23 October 2016 @ 10:02 am
You call yourself SOLDIER?

Everything was dark and pain. It always was. But there was that voice, Angeal's voice, cutting into the darkness, and Zack found himself opening his eyes to see him there, white-winged and disappointed, looking at him from the other side of the thick glass that had been his only barrier to freedom for years.

You tarnish the SOLDIER name.

It couldn't possibly be real. Angeal was dead. And the way that Angeal turned and flew away, in spite of the fact that they were somewhere underground, ignoring the way Zack pounded his hand feebly against the glass, just cemented it.

Zack's world went blindingly white for a moment. And then everything was sky. Another dream. It was always a dream. But he flinched away from the glare as though it hurt his eyes all the same, and then looked up to see a single white feather drifting down toward him. He watched in confusion as it floated down past him, to settle at his feet on a liquid sky, sending out ripples as though from water. And then he looked up again, in the direction that Angeal had flown.

"Those wings," he murmured. "I want them too."

The world shattered.Collapse )

[OOC: I meant to do this a month ago BUT I DON'T CARE. LOOK AT ME GO. WILD AND FREE. Ahem. This was all adapted from Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII because... Crisis Core. Zack is currently not answering his phone anyway, what with being a fugitive and all, so OOC is welcome if anyone has any, but post is NFI otherwise.]
 
 
Zack Fair
30 June 2016 @ 08:47 pm
It was a beautiful day, somewhere.

It was never really a beautiful day.Collapse )

[OOC: Establishy, naturally. This guy is gonna be hard to contact for a while, I'm afraid. BUT IT'S GOOD TO HAVE HIM BACK. Even if it's just to prove that I'm a horrible person.]
 
 
Zack Fair
20 September 2011 @ 02:16 pm
[OOC: I'm pretty sure most of the game has him defriended. So I'm pretty sure this should be okay to post here, since he's been dropped and this doesn't have to be FH canon until the BDE where he fades into the Nothing anyhow. But today was the day that I was going to throw him into Nibelheim - There's a calendar with his name on it, it's been marked down and waiting there for years - and it feels wrong, somehow, to just let it pass without anything at all.

So, fic. Today, for a Puppy...]




Everything is a blur. A blur of hot blues and freezing reds, all tied up in the green haze of the mako bubbling up from down below. You feel your body trying to shut down around you, silently curse yourself for using the last of your Potions, for wanting to save that other Phoenix Down for another day. You couldn't cast a Cura now if your life depended on it.

Maybe it does.

The steps are cool against your face, but all wrong angles, sharp and uncomfortable and an unwanted reminder that you're still alive. You are. You refuse to let go. You let him wander alone up there, let him take a sword, just infantry, not even SOLDIER, like yourself, to face the greatest. To face the madman that probably killed you. And that... that should bother you more. So many things should bother you more than they are, right now. But every time your eyes slide closed, you see white feathers, and that seems inviting, somehow. Just feathers. Enough to ignore the faraway sounds of fighting, up the stairs and away in another room, in another world. For a moment, you slip away to be with those feathers.

For that moment, everything seems a little clearer, a little less immediate and painful and stark. It's weird, you think, how letting your mind slide away into that kind of haze can bring the whole world into focus. You remember the girl you left behind for this mission, all bright eyes and a playful smile and you ache again, even here in the mist, surrounded by the sun and the sky on all sides, to be able to reach out for her. To be able to hold her and whisper to her and tell her that everything is going to be okay.

Everything... will be okay... right?

The feathers are silent.

And then the sound of footsteps above you jolt you bodily back into the present, onto the angles pressing against you and the pain and the tiredness, and you don't need to look up to know that he's hurt too. That you sent him away and you killed him. Your heart aches as he falls, as that shock of bloodied blond hair comes into view, and you murmur your reassurances, he tried, he did well, and you try to reach for him, to pat him on the shoulder as you always used to, but even that's too much.

Feathers. Clarity. The sky. One of your friends used to be terrified of that sky. And you'll never get to show it to her, beyond letting her look into your eyes.

Pain. White jackets and stretchers. The occasional black suit shifting into your blurred vision. The Turks are here, maybe she's here too, not your friend, the other one, the one you want to spend all of your life with. And you can, now. They have you. They'll help you, because they're friends. They're family. They'll help you and they'll help him and see? Everything will be okay, you tell the feathers.

But the feathers just seem so sad, so tired, as that twisted laugh cuts into your thoughts, and you can't even cry out, can't even struggle when you realize what it means.

Nothing is going to be okay again.

Live or die today, your life is over.
 
 
Current Mood: draineddrained
 
 
Zack Fair
21 February 2011 @ 04:01 pm
Okay, so Zack and Ino had come up with their Awesome Vacation Plans (tm), which so far had included a trip to see a play in Midgar, and then a long trip to the next continent over, where they'd be spending a much larger chunk of the week.

Theoretically.

Unlike that other Gongaga, that future-maybe-version that belonged to someone else, this one was pretty much exactly how Zack had remembered it. There was the reactor, off in the distance, doing its thing well beyond the trees and the waterfalls from home. It had been a bit of a silent walk, up until Zack finally had it in his sights.

He'd been holding his breath.

"Home sweet home," he murmured, smiling a tiny bit.

Now that he knew that home was still standing, he could turn around and head back the other way, right? Ino would be okay with that?

[For the girl! Or phone calls, if anyone wants to place them.]