[When Zack wakes up it is with the same heavy sick feeling in his stomach and aching pounding in his head due to chemical mako poisoning still settling into his blood stream. His vision is blurry and it takes him a moment or two of slow blinking to realize that the space above him isn’t the cracked old ceiling of the ShinRa mansion bedroom he’d fallen asleep in but ... The sky?
He sits up and runs a hand through his dark hair and then over his shoulder. His fingers find the strange new piece of jewelry though the fabric of his shirt in the middle of his collarbone and for a brief moment it sends a panic through Zack which happens to accidentally transmit through telepathy into anyone nearby.]
What the hell is this thing? I can’t get it off! Just what am I going to wake up to have done to me next? Cyborg arms?!
... Cloud- Where’s Cloud?
[B]
[Having got to his feet, Zack wanders through the foreign woods only to come across one of those pesky aggressive boars. On habit alone he reaches up to grab the handle of his large broadsword only to find it ... Not there. Great. No time to worry about it right now...
He sighs and moves into a defensive position and cracks a knuckle into his palm as he gives the angry boar a wary grin.]
Alright, Miss Piggy. Let’s do this the hard way.
[D]
[Alright-! There’s people here! People means information! Zack picks the first friendly face he can find and taps them on the shoulder. When they turn he flashes them a friendly smile.]
Hey there, could I ask you a few questions? I’m clueless about what’s going on right now.
[E]
[The bonfire is a blessing. Zack is more tired than he’d like to admit so as soon as he’s given one of those knapsacks full of provisions and knickknacks he finds a spot to sit down near the fire to go through it all. The cooked shrimp gets snacked on fairly quickly. The clothing is met with a frown because they’re sizes too small and Zack is not a short guy. Everything else? Well... He’s sure he can find use for at least some of it.]
Hrmm. What am I gonna do with a tiny wooden box and a hair ribbon?
[This place sure has a strange ideas for welcoming packages.]
Zack Fair | Final Fantasy VII
[When Zack wakes up it is with the same heavy sick feeling in his stomach and aching pounding in his head due to chemical mako poisoning still settling into his blood stream. His vision is blurry and it takes him a moment or two of slow blinking to realize that the space above him isn’t the cracked old ceiling of the ShinRa mansion bedroom he’d fallen asleep in but ... The sky?
He sits up and runs a hand through his dark hair and then over his shoulder. His fingers find the strange new piece of jewelry though the fabric of his shirt in the middle of his collarbone and for a brief moment it sends a panic through Zack which happens to accidentally transmit through telepathy into anyone nearby.]
What the hell is this thing? I can’t get it off! Just what am I going to wake up to have done to me next? Cyborg arms?!
... Cloud- Where’s Cloud?
[B]
[Having got to his feet, Zack wanders through the foreign woods only to come across one of those pesky aggressive boars. On habit alone he reaches up to grab the handle of his large broadsword only to find it ... Not there. Great. No time to worry about it right now...
He sighs and moves into a defensive position and cracks a knuckle into his palm as he gives the angry boar a wary grin.]
Alright, Miss Piggy. Let’s do this the hard way.
[D]
[Alright-! There’s people here! People means information! Zack picks the first friendly face he can find and taps them on the shoulder. When they turn he flashes them a friendly smile.]
Hey there, could I ask you a few questions? I’m clueless about what’s going on right now.
[E]
[The bonfire is a blessing. Zack is more tired than he’d like to admit so as soon as he’s given one of those knapsacks full of provisions and knickknacks he finds a spot to sit down near the fire to go through it all. The cooked shrimp gets snacked on fairly quickly. The clothing is met with a frown because they’re sizes too small and Zack is not a short guy. Everything else? Well... He’s sure he can find use for at least some of it.]
Hrmm. What am I gonna do with a tiny wooden box and a hair ribbon?
[This place sure has a strange ideas for welcoming packages.]