" Yesss! Now thatย you'reย here, we have help and carry out all sorts of missions!ย low price huh?ย What's your price then? Oh and I'mย Rinoa ! "ย
Steel blue eyes radiant and possibly the prettiest ones she's ever laid her gaze on. His demeanor was soย magneticย andย charismaticย โโโthat the young rebel girl could hardly avoid being drawn to. He was much different than any infantry guys that she's ever known. Hopefully he can beย herย hero especially Timber'sย freedom.ย ย
Pretty much! They're a small resistance group that fights for Timber's freedom from Galbadia. Ends up leasing to Galbadia being under a Sorceress control. YES. I need a herooo!
โ I have idea if you wanted to write! Zack can be recruited for the Owls! Though Shinra is doing it for ' other ' reasons. More so getting their hands on a Sorceress later on. Whatcha think?
In an instant, breath becomes ash, the light jog Angeal had becomes statuesque, and strength becomes glass. As if all light in the world was now angled in front of him, his cry echoed in a tunnel fit only for the one he called out to. The call was aghast, acidic almost in his tongue as it burned him to see... He did not know what he saw - or who he saw - for certain. He could only focus on what reflected his own honor on his back, his BUSTER SWORD. It was strong, as sturdy as his had always been - perhaps worse for wear with years of usage in its blade...but, as true as the one he proudly held, it was before him.
True...but not exact.
The name - the guttural roar that erupted from him - was so familiar to him, no different than a younger brother or, perhaps, a son - an heir. However, now, as he said it, it could only function as a wail. A cry that, if deciphered, may hold a glimmer of hope in a life bound solely by honor.
Its wielder was even more a mystery, the name he screamed just moments ago was unearthed by a primal desperation. A desperation that would only be quelled by the truth, a notion Angeal found himself reaching for.
Literally.
As he felt his arm raise, palm outstretched, he felt tangled in strings spun by fate - no agency, but purpose. His reach was halted as he saw the man before him clutch his hilt, a mirror of his past life before he delivered justice. The skip of his heart was a feeling normally reserved for battle. Now, he came to know it as...enlightenment.
He moved, his thoughts betrayed him. His mouth agape, breaths slithering out as if to urgently vacate his tongue. They were wise to do so. To follow what he would say next was scathing; no truth could prepare him for a calm tone.
"Sheathe your sword, you don't need it," he said, his tone as broad as it had always been. Angeal allowed his arm to drop as if the weight of speaking to the man was a ton. His strength was but a feather. "Turn around." What was merely supplication was projected as an order. Angeal could feel the shackles of Shinra and SOLDIER grip tighter around his throat. No life he lived would ever allow him to be truly free.
But, perhaps, he could be.
"Face me," Angeal breathed. "Please." Nothing in this life or his past one could prepare him for what he saw next. ย
Zack Fair, the roar he unleased before was given face, one so eerily close to the one that plagued his last memories but distinct enough in its own right. This Zack had features that were devined with more youth than the harsher realities of his past, one with slightly fuller cheeks, rounder eyes - but undeniably that striking cyan that all in SOLDIER received.
His hair was...longer than he remembered.
But, how could this be? Zack - his Zack - was gone. He was just a boy, weak and naive like his mentor, felled by shouldering Angeal's honor. Yet, here he was...
Angeal's breath was sliced on hesitation as he saw Zack's side. Angeal brought a trembling hand to Zack's face, unbeknownst to himself; it found a home on the same gash he had given Zack in his past. This one felt deeper, fresher. The scar had a near-trance on Angeal that he was only freed from by meeting Zack's eyes once again.
"I hope you can forgive me for saying so," said Angeal, his hand slowly dropping limp now that he faced the truth. "I am...sorry, Zack. For everything."
i didn't make it. ;v; i wanted too long to finish my comp placements so now i'm at like 70 games while everyone else has double that. i was going to grind through comp this weekend but it's double exp! so everyone will be smurfing and there's no way i'll catch up. Dx
thank you for checking in and asking though! that's so kind of you. xoxo
Oh yes, could be the tits. Violence, magic, demons, and what you said....flying ships and ect.
Two countries at war with more political bullsh*t, Two soldiers thrown into the mix from either or side.
Hell, for Crowe, got a thing where she wasn't killed, but, instead, something happened to her where her memories are kind of scattered. She knew was a soldier and her name. The image of her two brothers in her head but nothing else but the clothes on her back, her bike, and the hairpin meant for someone important.ย
OOC: Sorry for the very generic ooc greeting! I am still in the process of coming back to RP, but nice to meet you, Zack! I hope you're having a wonderful day. Hope to RP with you soon.ย
