snowblindrpg | [log] Let the walls break- What we have they cannot take [Closed to Sad Losers]

[Again, Zack is being weird. Zell isn’t sure if it’s because he’s mad or if he’s going through the pain effect. It doesn’t seem to be pain, but he couldn’t really tell. Just something was wrong and it’s becoming more clear as the night progresses. It could be he’s mad at Jim and Zell, so every time they touch him he doesn’t respond with the usual enthusiasm.

He takes in a deep breath himself as he shifts his hand holding the key around to Zack’s back. Pressing it against there for a moment as he squeezes his friend in turn. They all feel the same way about each other. All will make sure to protect everyone’s happiness.] You should have seen him. He rigged a tablet to the hockey stick to make sure there were no traps or anything under the chair. [His voice is still cracks with emotion, but there is definitely pride mixed in.]

I’m not going to let him do anything reckless without me at his side watching his back. We kept each other safe, Zack. [It’s important that Zack understands that they can be depended on to be there for each other. That they were smart about the whole thing and tackled it with care]

[ There's no response in turn to that squeeze. For that matter- there's no response at all. Almost as if... But if there's one thing that's apparent when he finally steps back- at least enough for Zack to see Zell's face again -is that his expression is far from angry. The hurt's still there, but it's ebbing away slowly, fading off into something more understanding. Maybe even a little guilty, himself, now. ] I.. know you did. We wouldn't be here talking otherwise.

[ Because there's no denying that they had thought it through. The following texts had spoken volumes as such. It's the cut off more than anything that had hurt. But even that... After thinking it over... After their success and speaking with others... well... Zack closes his eyes as he keeps his hands on Zell's shoulders, exhaling slowly. Opening them again to meet the young man's eyes once more. ]

You're not dumb. Neither of you. I don't want you to ever think I think otherwise. And... [ There's a pause as he looks off to the side. ] I should'a trusted you more... I wasn't thinking straight.

not like we were thinking straight either hur hur : D

gaaaaaaay

[ If his attention wasn’t focused on Zack’s words and his own emotions that were all over the place, he would try to prod the swordsman. He meets his gaze head on as Zack steps back. The hurt was pretty palpable even as understanding takes it’s place. Swallowing again as he drops his look. Giving a nod of his head at Zack’s words as he lets them all sink in. ]

Shouldn’t have ignored you like that. Sorry about that.

[ It hurt a lot not responding to him or Kunsel. It was worse than going against orders. Like he was disappointing people big time. He can still hear the sounds from the calls. The morse code from Jim that were loud and almost desperate. It was heart breaking to hear that and the rest of it, but he still knows without a doubt that they would have felt regret waiting for the others. That he would have felt worse if they waited until Kunsel and Zack were back.]

I can’t blame you for being worried. It’s hard to trust a lot of things here. [ He lifts the hand with the key to give a vague wave. ] We are doing our best though. I’ll make sure you don’t regret trusting us. I will take care of him.

[ They made a promise after all. And he’ll see through it to the end. Doesn’t matter if the end is going to be four months or years from now, he’ll keep that promise.]

[ There's the slightest nod at that apology, an acceptance however silent. It'll take time for that hurt to go away entirely, but... It's a step in the right direction. A step towards something better than where they were. Past the yelling and the panic and the fear.

-There's still fear deep within his heart. Fear for them. Fear of losing them. But he hasn't yet. They're all here, even Kunsel. He hasn't lost them yet and he won't again. But he has to trust them. He has to if they're all going to get out of this alive and whole. So, he nods at that shortly but no less decisively agreeable. Firm though there's a measure of a look in his eye that's almost stern as it is emphatic at that last comment. There's a measure of strength kneading into Zell's shoulders, reaffirming. ]

That means taking care of yourself, too. You know if something happened to you... [ He slowly glances away in the direction of the one in mind, the frown in his voice evident. ] You know what it'd do to Jim. [ To Jim. To Kunsel. To himself. ] You pick and choose your battles wisely, and you run if you have to. I want you to make it outta here alive, and I'm gonna do everything I can to make that happen. [ Experience or not, mercenary or not, doesn't make a difference to him. ]

[ And it’ll take a while for him to feel trusted. He knows he’ll have to make it up and prove himself to Zack.

Taking the moment to really let Zack’s words wash over him as he gives a cant of his head. ] Yeah, I will. [ He looks in the direction to where he believes Jim is at in the post office. ] I’m still working on learning about picking my battles wisely. [ He admits this quietly with an undercurrent of sheepishness. It’s his spot. Knowing when to keep his cool and when to back down from a fight. Jim being around is helping ground him in that regard, but he still reacts first before thinking. ]

That goes for you, too. Make sure you live. [ For himself and for all of them. ]

Edited 2016-07-08 06:12 (UTC)

[ Learning to pick 'em, huh. From the look on Zack's face at that, there's no denying his thoughts in that regard. Still learning. But. He's gotten better. To a point anyway. He still has his moments, but... It really has been a while since he's gone impulsive. He's getting better.

But at least he's not alone in those moments. Not just Jim but him, too, and he's sure as hell Kuns would try to talk him out of something or pull him from a bad impulse idea if he had to. But the case and point is made and acknowledged all the same and really- it's all he can ask for at this point. It's not Zell wavering away like he did before. It's not him ducking away and acting like his life is less important. He can go with this.

Just as... he can carefully nod at Zell's own request. There's something more to his expression, a minute touch of something else, but in the end? He nods again, more solid than before. ] I'm not going anywhere if I can help it. [ Not again. Not... Not until this is all over. He has no control over what happens after, but for right then? Right then, he can hold to that.

There's the... very vaguest hint of a teasing smile now. ] Someone's gotta keep you all in line.

Edited 2016-07-16 00:51 (UTC)

[ Jim is a big help with learning to pick his fights. Who knew? Actually, having the group around and the friends he made help quite a bit. He knows he has a long way to go still.

Reaching up to muss up Zack's hair as he gives a slow smile. ]

And you have Kunsel to keep you in line. [ The tease comes out more quiet than he intended. Kunsel came back. They are all back together and that's what is important in proceeding forward. ]

Want another drink?

[ There's no hiding the way Zack seems to track Zell's hand as he raises it, but in the end, he only vaguely attempts to pull away from that ruffling. At most, the smallest grunt of indignation escapes him. Not that he seems that unhappy with what Zell's doing as his smile pauses- and then grows further. A quiet 'Yeah' leaves him at the mention of his best friend and he can't help looking back at the said SOLDIER Second with a soft fondness. ]

...Actually, speaking of Kuns, I don't think he's had a glass. How 'bout we pour 'em one instead?

Yeah, we should. He's missing out on something good.

[ He did notice Zack tracking his movement because it's pretty unnatural. This isn't normal and it's been plaguing him this whole time. So, while Zack's gaze is moving back towards his best friend, Zell is sneaking his hand to Zack's shoulder opposite. Giving it an affectionate squeeze much like Zack normally does. ]

You know, you've been acting weird. [ He moves his hand from Zack's shoulder to the side of his face. Going to touch that face, dude. ]

[ Despite the squeeze, Zack keeps his eyes on Kunsel just a little longer, only letting his stare break away and back to Zell when he hears the curiosity in the young man's voice and-

flinching at the sudden appearance of that hand on his face 'cause whoa, nope, he... He's going to just chuckle a bit nervously. ] Me? Acting weird? You say that like it's anything new. [ For how much crap he's given, well. It's not exactly an inaccurate tease back here. ]

[ Zack didn't flinch at the shoulder squeeze, but he did flinch at the face- no, at seeing Zell's hand being where it was. Brows are raised as he proceeds to prod Zack's cheek with a finger. ]

Yeah, but this is more than your usual. [Poke. Poke. ] It seems like every time we touch you, you act like it hurts or something.

[ Zack watches that poking out of the corner of his eye before he pulls back from the next one- because that's usually what he would do, huh. Doesn't change the odd delay in reaching to catch Zell's hand either. The expression on his face looks less disgruntled even. More.. searching. Not quite meeting his friend's eyes. ]

It doesn't hurt, alright?

[ Zell is hardly an expert on the language of Zack, but puzzling out Jim has given him plenty practice with figuring some things out. It's not what Zack is saying, but what he's not saying that's giving Zell an idea. The way he doesn't quite meet his look and the words he picks are also pretty telling. ]

It is something, though [ There is a note of concern there as he thinks out loud. ] What does it feel like?

[ There are days he hates how much of a terrible liar he is, how obvious it's written on his face when he's hiding something. And this? This is definitely one of them. But then-

'You think hiding something from me is going to make me worry less? I'll worry more just because you're hiding it.'

He bites his lip. Only two days ago did Kunsel lecture him and yet here he goes again. Zack... finally sighs in defeat as he meets Zell's line of sight. ]

It doesn't feel like anything. [ He ducks his head. ] ..because I can't feel anything. At least not when anyone makes contact with me.

[ Whoa! That explains a lot.

With that knowledge being handed over, Zell will use it to prod Zack in the cheek like the mature individual he is. ]

So you don't feel this? [ And then he'll move his hand to ruffle Zack's hair. ] Or this?

[ He remembers how it was like to lose you sense of touch. How he would have to be careful or he'd trip over Mochi. It was frickin' weird. ]

What about Mochi? Can you feel Mochi?

[ Of course, Zell would be Zell... and do Zell things like that. The first poke to his cheek doesn't have Zack looking up until he hears that question and then suddenly finger right there in his face. He twitches away. The reach for his hair though? That gets him batting his friend's hand away with a weak: ] Hey! Come on, I just fixed it!

[ It's a halfhearted complaint at best though- and quickly forgotten in the face of those final questions. Zack shakes his head with a frown. ] No. S'why he tripped me up in the first place. I didn't even know he was there until I saw him running away.

[ Reaching up with his other hand and placing both on Zack's shoulders as he meets his look. Grinning after a moment at the protests. ]

Really? It looks like how it normally does when you wake up.

[ And At the admission over Mochi, he'll just offer a light chortle as he shakes his head. ] Make sure to make it up to him. [ Mochi's fate is to be tripped or stepped on here. ]

You do remember how it feels though, right? [ Nodding to his hands. ] It won't last long and then I'll mess up your hair when you can feel again.

[ At least with both hands in sight, there's no reason to jump like he had just moments ago with the face poking. Instead, he just kinda holds that frown, especially at that tease. His hair isn't that much of a mess again... yet. Give it a few more days in this showerless wasteland, okay?

His expression only melts somewhat at the mention of making things up to Mochi and he finds himself muttering an 'I know, I know..' He does feel bad. Mochi had been Tadashi's cat, after all. He.. couldn't take care of Hiro. They should at least be able to take care of the furball, right?

That's something to be taken care of a little later though... For now, he nods in agreement. ] I do... It's just a little weird. [ And a little offputting, if he were to be honest, but... Not like he can do anything about it. His stare lingers on one of Zell's hands for a moment longer than maybe necessary... and then some, even as he speaks up again. ] Hey, Zell... You know how you had one of those weird dreams?

[ He grins easily at that. Mochi does deserve a lot of affection, especially when he has to be put in a bag to travel between places.

Zell doesn't seem particularly phased by the staring at his hands. Amazingly enough, he waits patiently for Zack to share what he finds interesting about it. Then he asks about the weird dreams. Giving a slight nod of his head as he feels reluctant to let his mind go back there. He knows he won't be able to look at masks with breathing apparatus the same way again. ]

Yeah. What's up? Did you have them, too?

[ It does feel cruel in some ways- that he's bringing it up right there and then. Especially after all Zell, himself, went through when that had happened. But it's something he knows he ought to touch on. Something he knows might be important for them all to know- to keep in mind.

...even if he might skirt some certain details.

He nods all the same as he finally meets Zell's eyes once more but his expression's far more serious than before. The expression of a trained SOLDIER. ] Yeah.. I did. And if it's anything to actually go by, we have a time limit here before things go south. [ Well... More south than usual. Much more south if the bizarre glacier had been any indication. ]

[ He remembers feeling Jim tensed up when he shared about the dreams. Shifting a bit as he glances to check for his partner and to avoid meeting Zack's gaze. ]

Y-yeah, I know. We have at least four months left. [ They might get more time, but even he knows how dangerous it is to put hope in something from a frickin' dream. Shaking his head. ]

I don't even know how much we should even believe them, but it's the only lead we got. [ Crossing his arms as he finally meets Zack's look. ] What else did they say?

[ Realistically, going off a dream in general is a bit on the insane side of things. But when there's multiple people having similar premonition-like dreams, well... Can't really just leave that kinda stuff completely go.

Zack mirrors Zell's crossed arms with his own... even as he hesitates briefly, eyes wandering elsewhere for a moment. Thinking about Aerith with the sightless eyes in the ice... isn't exactly any kind of comfort. ]

...Said something about how every day the 'ice gets closer' which sounds crazy, too, but... it probably has to do with whatever killed these townspeople in the first place. I saw this big... ice berg... and it was full of bodies. [ He grimaces as he admits it, shaking his head warily. ]

[ Ice? What? Zell is momentarily taken aback by that. There was nothing about ice, but maybe someone else had a similar tale? He'll have to check Steph's summary again to see ]

Didn't people find bodies in snow or ice here? [ Which was weird. Why would anyone freeze like that? His brows were drawn together as he thinks it over. ]

I was told the town will eat everyone in it. That it happened to the original residents.

[ He thought maybe the thing underground ate what was left of them, but maybe it's not that simple. Reaching up to ruffle his own hair. ]

[log] Let the walls break- What we have they cannot take [Closed to Sad Losers]

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idk /rolls away

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bam

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And Kunsel cries cause he can't taste it

BE NICE TO KUNS

ZACK IS THE ONE WANTED TO OFFER HIM SOMETHING HE CANT APPRECIATE

Maybe his taste is doing better, man.

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tin foil hat time

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/lame

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anything else you wanted to touch? besides shoulders

Nah, I think that pretty much wraps this up.