o6 | Dictated

[bustered]

[Angeal Hewley]

Cloud's gone.

[/Angeal Hewley]

[About an hour after that filtered message, Zack addresses the journal without a filter this time. His voice is that mix of neutral and tired that marks familiarity of having to bring the 'not coming back' message to people waiting for their friends and loved ones to come home. Such can be life in SOLDIER.]

For those who knew him, Cloud Strife has gone home.

Comments

dictated;

[valuedstrength]

Not the best answer... but I'll take it. You need anything?

dictated;

[bustered]

Figured you'd want the honest answer though. [A pause.] I might hit the gym again later, if you think you could keep up in a spar.

dictated;

[valuedstrength]

I appreciate it, Zack. [He truly does.] I'll meet you whenever you get there. I think I might be able to keep up.

dictated;

[bustered]

You're welcome. And thanks for asking. I'll see you in a couple hours?

dictated;

[valuedstrength]

See you then, Zack.

ooc;

[bustered]

[action/handwave/timeskip/pie?]

ooc;

[valuedstrength]

[Action... but timeskip to after training since writing out fighting scenes sucks. Deal?]

Action!

[bustered]

[Zack drops to a lifting bench after their last exchange, his smile a little more genuine than it had been since finding out Cloud had gone. He'd been expecting something simple, slowed movements and only half his concentration. Steve had surprised him though, much more than he'd expected, and a simple one-two had turned into a full-on spar. It's rare to find someone outside of Angeal or Cloud who could hold his own on speed and strength; this had been a welcome surprise.]

You're full of surprises, you know that?

Action!

[valuedstrength]

[Steve laughs. It feels great going head to head with someone who can keep up with him. He only had Faith for so long. While she was great, Steve is excited to know it's not just them.]

I could say the same to you. Why didn't you mention you could throw a punch like that before?

Action!

[bustered]

You never asked.

[There's a bit of an echoed laugh, a hand run through hair made sweaty from the exertion, and most of all a thankful air about Zack. He'd needed this, the activity and the chance to really let things loose, more than he'd realized.

There is a little bit of teasing though as he looks up at the other man.] C'mon though, look at these eyes. Can't tell me I'm all normal, can you?

Action!

[valuedstrength]

[Steve holds up his hands in mock defense.] I learned a while ago my normal isn't the same as the others. I try not to say anything about anyone's eyes.