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2nd Floor Common Room, Thursday Afternoon
Thursday, October 15th, 2009 10:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
puppy_fairWell, Zack's trip back to Midgar certainly could have been better, but ShinRa had kept him busy enough after Angeal's disappearance to more or less get his mind off of the worst of it. There had been remnants of the Wutai forces to hunt down, after all, and then one of the ShinRa scientists had rigged up a simulation of Ifrit for Zack to beat up on once he was back in Midgar. He'd smacked that down a few times, until he was satisfied that he could take on the real thing again without needing Sephiroth to show up to save his butt, and then this morning, he'd gone summon-hunting.
Now, he was back on the island, with all of his swag from his assorted missions spread out on the floor for inspection. Mr. Winkles the gerbil, who had put on a little weight while Zack was out due to a precautionary over-feeding, was rolling about in his hamster ball, burning off all of that extra fall-break flab.
The bulletproof vest, he was totally keeping handy for his next mission. He was already wearing the earrings and fire armlet that he'd picked up in Wutai, and the Ifrit materia he'd gotten from his re-match was tucked away safely in his pocket. There were a few other assorted Materia for him to consider, and some potions and such that he was poking at now. Those three X-Potions were totally being put aside for a rainy day, with the two Elixirs...
He could be at this a while.
[Open, naturally, if there's anyone left alive out there on the island. I promise I won't Final Fantasy geek you to death if you drop in. Unless you want me to.]
Now, he was back on the island, with all of his swag from his assorted missions spread out on the floor for inspection. Mr. Winkles the gerbil, who had put on a little weight while Zack was out due to a precautionary over-feeding, was rolling about in his hamster ball, burning off all of that extra fall-break flab.
The bulletproof vest, he was totally keeping handy for his next mission. He was already wearing the earrings and fire armlet that he'd picked up in Wutai, and the Ifrit materia he'd gotten from his re-match was tucked away safely in his pocket. There were a few other assorted Materia for him to consider, and some potions and such that he was poking at now. Those three X-Potions were totally being put aside for a rainy day, with the two Elixirs...
He could be at this a while.
[Open, naturally, if there's anyone left alive out there on the island. I promise I won't Final Fantasy geek you to death if you drop in. Unless you want me to.]