Another Know It All {Gippal}

[Zack Fair]

Was he dead?

Zack could feel nothing but the numb burning of his body. Really, all he could feel was that same numb pounding on his body, leading him to assume that he had died again. But...wouldn't he feel nothing if he was dead? He didn't know, but right now, he just felt nothing but the pain burning him. And then finally he became aware of...heat. Why was he so warm? Feeling curious, Zack tried to get up. Unfortunately, his exhausted, burning muscles couldn't support him, and so he only stirred slightly, before lying still again. Water...he needed water. His mouth was completely dry, felt like sandpaper. And of course, there was the knowledge in the back of his head, that he had to move. Even if doing so would mean that he would find out he was dead. ...He didn't want to be dead! He had so much to live for...Tifa, the kids, his parents.

And so he grit his teeth and decided that he had to get up and live. It took all his strength to move his hands up and shift his head to the side. A second later, dull mako blue eyes opened, instantly shutting them against the glare of the sun. A groan came from his lips. "Ti-...Tif-..." Coughing, Zack finally grunted and once again broke through his dull pain to push himself up and onto his hands and knees. Arms shook from the effort, until he sat down. It was at that moment that he noticed be was wet. Trailing his tired eyes toward the wet, he noticed the pool of water an-...the ocean behind him. "What..."

Instinct overshadowed sense, and he tried a little handful of the water out of desperation. Instantly his face soured. Salty water...of course. Breathing heavily, Zack looked and was shocked when he saw the second 'sea'...a sand sea. Instantly his heart dropped. Where was he? Why...he could remember falling, but...what had happened before that? He couldn't recall anything before the feeling of falling, except-...he had gone to Tifa's for breakfast. He remembered that much! But everything other then that...well, he just couldn't remember.

But it would do him no good to stay here. Stumbling to his feet -only alive because he was an enhanced super SOLDIER - Zack narrowed his eyes against the glare of the sun, got his bearings, and then started off. He didn't know where the hell he was going but he had to go somewhere. Or so he told himself. Hours later, at the breaking point, Zack found a little oasis. Collapsing beside it, Zack knew his fortune at finding this place, remembering his survival training and only took sips of the water instead of gulping it down. After he felt regenerated, Zack had to debate on if he should continue or stay here... Finally he decided, and so, pushing off, he noted its location and then started walking. Where would this God forsaken desert take him?

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Words:; 671
Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Gippal
Location:; Wandering around the desert near the Djose temple (AKA the new headquarters of the Machine Faction XD)
Outfit:; Click!
Notes:; None!
Listening to:; --

[kebbo]

Alright! Gippal was back in business, or…well…it wasn’t like his Machina Faction had gone out of business or anything, no he had tons of people asking for machina no matter where they were friend, it was just…the past few weeks he’d been dragged all over everywhere that didn’t involve the faction. Oh well, during his time away, he’d successfully helped with the tear in the farplane, Rikku had seemed far too worried about that, and for good reason. Upon first seeing her as it was happening, it was her father who’d told her what was going on, a very good reason to be worried indeed. Now, aside from the farplane, Gippal also had the pleasure of flying himself through a portal, which he obviously shouldn’t have done, luckily who would show up on this world? Rikku again! And she and some other thieves had the crazy idea of robbing large well known rich man’s mansion. Much to Gippal’s surprise, everything worked out according to plan.

Not to say that exploring and doing good deeds – because being the ‘getaway car driver’ was totally a good deed – was a bad thing, no, Gippal enjoyed putting out his helping hand and getting a reward for doing so, and of course helping a few unfortunate people who’d gotten the short end of the stick in their last career, but damn was it good to be back here! Gippal stared outside, the desert was hot today, but not nearly as hot as it could be. In fact, it seemed like a nice enough day to go out and just sit, think and collect his thoughts, and try to get his mind off a certain blond haired al bhed. Smirking to himself as he moved around his faction, passing workers and different people that were there for interviews, maybe even ordering a bit of machina, Gippal just longed for the warmth of the sun over the coldness of the air conditioner inside this factory.

Stepping outside and instantly feeling the heat reflecting off the sand, Gippal heaved in a huge breath and exhaled just as deep, taking his leave and shutting the door behind him. It was nice to be near the old temple of Djose, at least he wasn’t out here in a vast middle of nowhere like Home was, should he need anything, at least there was someplace to go other than inside the faction. Still, the silence was kind of refreshing, not to say he didn’t love the sound of grinding gears or machines doing their business, but the warmth, the silence, it was comfortable at least for now, standing out here for too long then it would be very uncomfortable, and sunburns really weren’t his thing…especially with the eyepatch, he didn’t need an eyepatch mark burned onto his face. There would be some time before burns would occur, so taking a short walk wouldn’t be bad, even though it was a little weird to go off trudging through the sand for pleasure, but whatever, some people like to watch television, some like to play chess…Gippal liked to walk through sand.

As Gippal was going to start walking, he saw a figure somewhere in the sand. It looked like a person, a tired person by the looks of it, and someone who didn’t seem to be in the right place. A traveler perhaps? But wouldn’t a traveler know to prepare himself for the desert around Djose? With a raised eyebrow, Gippal continued to watch the stranger until he was in a better view for the faction owner, and that’s when he started off. He’d been in a new world once before, he’d gotten assistance from Rikku, even if she was someone he knew, but still…it just seemed like the nice thing to do, even if this guy was or wasn’t from around here, trudging through the entire desert without proper supplies or cover? It wasn’t right to let him continue onwards. “Hey!” Gippal had called, stepping forward and going in a direct line towards the dark haired individual, he was several feet away, but he could still shout over the silence of the sand. “Are you crazy? Taking on a desert like this without any proper equipment? Come on, get inside before you fry up if you haven’t already.”

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Words:[/color] 819
Muse:[/color] Good!
Tagged:[/color] Zack!
Wearing:[/color] His usual
Listening To:[/color] Nothing
Notes:[/color] Aaaaaaaand there you have it.

[Zack Fair]

So what was there to do other then walk? As Zack stumbled along, he wondered if he would ever see a place that was green ever again. He couldn’t really remember what had happened, other than something blue, swirly and odd looking dragging him somewhere. After that, the last thing he could remember was waking up in that odd little water pool, caught between a water ocean and a sand sea. Sure as hell wasn’t his type of travel. Zack liked Costa, but this was an entirely different level of sun and sand. Zack had to admit that having grown up in Gongaga, he sure liked his green and moisture. But…he couldn’t even make heads or tails of where he was. Zack had been sent to every part of Gaia, and he couldn’t remember anywhere that was like this. That was what was confusing him. He really couldn’t even tell where he was, and that was just…strange. He was lost out here too, it seemed like. He didn’t like it, but he pushed himself. One foot in front of the other. One. Two. One. Two. That was what his world had come down to.

But through that his own voice called out to him. Zack had heard of you talking to yourself, or some sort of internal motivational pep talks, but this was strange. He must be hallucinating or something. He refused to believe he was talking to himself. Shaking his head, Zack continued to look in front of him as he walked, steps causing him to stumble to the right or left at times. It probably had something to do with the heavy weight on his back, but Zack refused to give up or leave his sword behind. That symbolized a heck of a lot to him. Yes, it was more than just a weapon to fight with. It symbolized his dreams, his honor, and his pride. It was all he had left of his mentor.

It was almost when he was on top of the man when his voice spoke again. This time Zack’s head came up in a startled fashion. Knitting his brows together, Zack stared at the man that was standing there, looking very…blonde. Blinking and shaking his head, Zack then peered forward again, wondering if he was in fact, seeing things, or if he was simply going crazy. Either option could possibly be the solution. Really, it could be. But he thought he would humor his own voice, which appeared to come in the form of this man. Crazy? Yes, he just might be. “I wasn’t expecting to be sent out to the middle of God forsaken nowhere,” he mentioned, his voice slurred a bit, eyes blurry from being bitten with sand. His tongue felt like it weighted a ton, and it stuck to the roof of his mouth really bad. “In…side?”, he questioned stupidly, glancing around him in search of some place where he could indeed crawl inside and escape the damned heat.

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Words:; 651
Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Gippal
Location:; near Djose Temple
Outfit:; That one!
Notes:; None!
Listening to:; Losing Grip - Avril Lavigne

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Well, he wasn’t going to get his walk today. Gippal had wanted to escape the faction or a little bit, to wander and let his mind flow wherever it wanted to…but upon reaching the outdoors, his attention had been grabbed by anything besides the beauty of the desert. Yeah, beauty…desert. Those two things didn’t exactly fit together in the same sentence did they? Already the blonde was feeling the heat beating down on his face and back, the heat seeping through his clothes and already he wanted to trail back inside. His attention though was turned to a figure in the distance, wandering in the sand, and it wasn’t coming from the Djose temple, it was coming from the endless dunes of sand that lay away from the faction. Oh the distractions, would they ever stop? No, probably not.

This was just proof that people were insane. Gippal wasn’t stupid enough to take on a desert with this kind of heat going around, it was practically suicide, and however this man survived…it was past Gippal of knowing how he did it. Still, a kinder side to him told himself to get the man inside the cool faction and get him some water or something before he really did keel over and die from the heat. Making himself known to the dark haired individual, Gippal stood his ground, watching the man get a bit closer before actually talking about him being crazy and that he should get inside. Poor guy was probably ready to collapse from the heat. Gippal could only shake his head as he had his hands on his waist, nodding his head back some towards the faction in the short distance. “Well, we’ll get you out of here, to the indoors…you know, inside. Where they keep those air conditioners and stuff.” He said before turning and leading the newcomer towards the faction, keeping a slower pace and a good eye out to make sure he didn’t collapse or anything. How unfortunate would that be?

Opening the door and instantly feeling the cool air being let out, Gippal let the new guy in. Call it being nice or whatever, at least Gippal was being considerate enough, but it wasn’t like he was going to leave anyone out in the hot sandy desert to fry, unless it was someone like…Leblanc or someone even worse – if you could get much worse than that crazy lady – but still, this was his good deed for the day. Shutting the door behind him to keep the hot air from going in, and keeping the nice air conditioned air to stay on the inside, he let out a deep sigh. “How about something to drink? You mentioned you didn’t plan on getting to the desert…where exactly did you come from?” Gippal asked, arching an eyebrow, not really having listened to the man’s tone and what not of his voice. He noticed nothing similar…at least not yet.

Gippal could ask the questions, he was being more than accommodating, it was only fair that he get a bit of information for all the good he was doing, even if all he’d done so far was let the guy inside to where it wasn’t infinity degrees. Watching a worker walk past, Gippal stepped out in the room and grabbed the worker by his shoulder, casually giving him a small nod as a greeting. “Do me a favor? Go back up towards my office, grab a couple bottles of water for our…guest. I’ll meet you up there, and I’ll give you an extended break. Mmk?” With eagerness, the worker trudged off quickly, Gippal turning his swirly green gaze back to Zack. “Care to share?” he spoke in regards to information about him, how did he get here? Who was he…and what…or rather where was he from? It sure as hell wasn’t Spira.

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Words:[/color] 745
Muse:[/color] Good!
Tagged:[/color] Zack
Wearing:[/color] His usual
Listening To:[/color] Linkin Park
Notes:[/color] Sorry for the minor godmod.

[Zack Fair]

Zack wasn’t sure where this man had come from, but maybe he liked living in some God forsaken desert with absolutely no good qualities. And maybe he was insane. Zack wasn’t sure, but he did know that it didn’t seem natural for someone to want to live out in some crazy desert. Zack knew that he himself would love to get out of this blasted place as quickly as possible. Or maybe just find a place to get out of the sun and rest for a few minutes. Really the only reason he was in as good a shape as he was now, was because he was enhanced and not just a normal human being. Still, his body was starving for the water that had been depleted from his body.

Dumbly Zack looked at the blonde when he seemed to be trying to explain what inside was. Wavering on his own feet, Zack shook his head. Sure, he was a bit slow because of the heat, but he knew what indoors meant. “I know what indoors means, what do you think I am, stupid?”, he shot out, before taking a stumbly step toward the man standing there. “I just didn’t know there was an inside in this god forsaken heap of sand and sunshine,” he finished in a croak. “What the hell are you doing in this place anyway? Fishing for sandfish? Because there sure doesn’t seem to be any sandfish around here, in case you had been thinking of going on a fishing trip or something.”, he continued on, his mouth as dry as sandpaper. This was not how he had envisioned his day when he had woken up, not at all.

Trudging after the man that had come, Zack finally realized what it was that was bothering him about this man. Jerking his head up, he stumbled on a rock and almost tripped himself, but caught his step and trudged on.

When they got there, Zack stepped inside, instantly blasted with the cold air. Dropping to his hands and knees, he started chuckling. “Ahaha, oh…cold air. Oh yes, cold air, how much I love you. Did I tell you I missed you?” The lack of water was messing with his brain. It had to be. Still, Zack found himself chuckling and going on about nothing. Oh…and the guy was talking to him again. Looking up with blurry eyes, Zack only got one thing out of that. “How did you steal my voice?”, he asked in the same stupefied voice he had used to question what ‘inside’ was. For a minute there he had thought that it was just the sun messing with his brain, but nope, this guy really did sound like him. No, he didn’t just sound ‘like’ him, he had the same voice. Zack had heard his voice enough to know when someone sounded like him, and this guy had the same voice, at least…when he wasn’t so thirsty his voice was croaking every word.

While the blonde talked to the worker, Zack drug himself back to his feet and stumbled into the blonde. Catching himself, he patted at his spiky hair and cheesily grinned at him. “It’s cold in here, but now, I don’t want to share anything with you. I’d like to keep all the water I can get, you know? But if I have to share, I’d like to just say that-…” Woah, the dude had crazy eyes. “GOD YOUR EYES ARE WEIRD! Why are your eyes so weird, oh man that has stolen my voice?” Yup, the heat was messing with him.

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Words:; 767
Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Gippal!
Location:; Djose
Outfit:; That one I linked!
Notes:; Oh Zack...
Listening to:; Break Me Down - Red

[kebbo]

Gippal had to shake his head at this guy, whoever he was. At least he was being nice and offering the guy a place to go inside for awhile, it was hot out here in the desert, but Gippal had been used to the heat after some time now. It never fazed him as much as it would someone from elsewhere. “It’s a convenient location.” He simply replied towards the dark haired man with a small shrug, hearing the hoarseness in his throat and knowing he needed to get the guy inside, get him some water and just…be the wonderful host that he was and make sure the guy didn’t die or something out here in the hot desert. Turning and leading the way to the indoors, Gippal stared straight ahead, hoping his newfound guest wasn’t as…odd as he had seemed out there in the sand, but whatever, he was still going to be as accommodating as possible.

Once inside, Gippal stopped upon hearing Zack fall to his hands and knees, talking to the air conditioned coolness that was flowing through the faction building. With a shifty eyed gaze, Gippal cleared his throat and then was approached with a new question. With his eyebrows raised, he hadn’t really heard the similarity in their voice yet, the other guy’s voice was hoarse and without water, it would remain that way wouldn’t it? But he could now see the similarities now that he was searching for them. They did sound a lot alike but…maybe that was just a freaky coincidence? “Uh…I didn’t steal anything from anyone. I think the sun was and still is getting to that head of yours.” Gippal commented as he felt a small smirk form on his lips. This was far too amusing to not stick around for. Which is why he sent someone else off to get the water, from there he could attempt on getting Zack through the building somewhat towards a comfortable place to sit, that way Gippal could get the information he wanted about wherever it was this similar sounding fellow had come from-

He’d been stumbled into and only moved a half step before watching the dark haired man, wondering how long he’d been out there in the sun. He was talking weird. With a deep sigh, ready to cut him off, Gippal raised a hand and started to speak briefly. “I meant infor-“ and there went Zack again, going off about his eyes. Had no one ever seen swirly green eyes before? That was how it seemed. It was always nice bumping into someone who’d never seen something so ‘odd’ before, but to Al Bhed, it was simply normal. Maybe this dark haired fellow was just losing his mind, it sure did sound like it. Shaking his head, he felt almost irritation move to his facial features as he put a hand on the dark haired man’s shoulder, stepping aside a bit. “I’m an Al Bhed, that’s how our eyes are. Now, we can go talk elsewhere…and not let the heat inside. Let’s go find you some water.” He said with a turn, taking the lead again, his eyes gazing down the hallway as his stride was quick, ready to get this man back to his senses…unless he was just batshit crazy. That wouldn’t be fun to deal with, and here this machina faction owner had been…all excited to learn about somewhere different, even thought it wasn’t foreign to him whatsoever.

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Words:[/color] 676
Muse:[/color] Good!
Tagged:[/color] Zack
Wearing:[/color] His usual.
Listening To:[/color] Secrets: OneRepublic
Notes:[/color] Nada!

[Zack Fair]

“…Convenient? CONVENIENT?! Are you crazy? How is this convenient? Isn’t convenient somewhere that…you know, people can find without killing themselves due to lack of water? That’s how I would define convenient…not with putting it in the middle of some desert and making everyone suffer to try and find you. So…yeah, I think you should take your little building here, and move it somewhere that’s actually convenient, instead of fake convenient.” Yeah, that’s what he thought anyway, and Zack Fair was always, and had always been, the most intelligent being you could possibly hope to find. After he’d talked so much, his voice was barely existent anymore, and instead, he had to keep coughing to try and clear his throat. That wasn’t really working out so well for him though, since he couldn’t seem to get any moisture in his mouth. Where was Tifa to share when-…

Well anyway, that wasn’t the point. The point was DEAR GOD SWEET COLD AIR OH YES! Yeah…that was the point. Dropping to his knees, he smiled dumbly, and ranted about the air, before instantly switching topics and asking how the man had stolen his voice. HOW DID SOMEONE STEAL SOMEONE’S VOICE ANYWAY? Was that even humanly possi-…wait a minute. He hadn’t stolen anything? “I don’t like what you’re implying,” he said, stumbling to his feet and looking as stately as possible. “And if you didn’t steal my voice…are you some sort of future me with dyed blonde hair and an adoration for god forsaken nowhereville’s? Because that’d be lame, and where’s Tifa anyway? Don’t tell me you actually wanted to go from this sexy black hair to Cloud hair. Why would you do that to us?”

Dumbly Zack continued to watch Mr. voice stealer. “What the crap is an Al Bhed? Do you like all beds? That’s just dumb. You mean you gave us Cloud hair and you decided to switch races on me? What’s the deal with that anyway? What were you thinking? I’ve already got the whole ‘chicks dig it’ look down, what made you think you had to go and do this to yourself?”, he scoffed, before patting again at the spiky blonde hair of the man that was standing there beside him.

“Woah…where’re ya going?”, he slurred slightly, stumbling after the blonde before he righted himself and continued on. “You going to find an all bed to lay down on? Really…All beds? You couldn’t come up with a more creative name? Like…The Zacks? That’s a great name-…oh wait, it’s mine-…ours-…whatever the hell you wanna say, future Zack man with Cloud hair. Or did you change our name from Zack to some weird name too?”, he blabbered as he walked beside Gippal. He really had been out in the heat for way too long, to the point where it had messed with his brain slightly. “Water would be nice, yes, because I don’t have Tifa to share...” Pausing, Zack chuckled and waggled his eyebrows. “liquids with me.”, he finished with another grin. “If you know what I mean-…unless you went and changed and don’t even like pretty girls on me. That would suck. Worst future me ever.”

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Words:; 752
Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Gippal
Location:; Machina faction
Outfit:; That one
Notes:; Lmao...I don't know what this turned out to be. I blame lateness for what this is
Listening to:; Myself typing...what a beautiful sound

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Gippal wasn’t sure he was going to be happy assisting this man. Of course he was…somewhat happy to help someone in need – depending on his mood that day – but already the blonde was finding himself a little irritated with this guy. He talked, and seemed to criticize a few things that Gippal simply didn’t care about. Why did he choose to set up this faction just outside the Djose area? Because it was convenient. The space was there, and that’s what Gippal needed, space. If people wanted things built, if they wanted Gippal’s help, then they’d prepare for the travel to Djose and not be stupid like some people in the area, whatever though, the Al Bhed wasn’t going to debate with this guy over the location of his faction, it just wasn’t worth it time now was it? Definitely not, hell, this guy should be glad Gippal even took the time to help him…it was a nice thing that he regretted almost instantly. No backing out now, eh?

Shifting his eyes in another direction, Gippal felt a stressful sigh work its way through his chest and out his lips. Yes, he was thoroughly irritated by now. Cutting his gaze back towards the newcomer, he smacked a hand against his forehead at the words the dark haired man spoke. Was this guy a complete idiot? Well it sure as hell seemed like it! Wherever this guy was from, that world must’ve been full of people who were dumber than a sack of rocks, and who the hell was Tifa? “…can you comprehend anything? I am not you, our voices just sound familiar, get a grip.” He practically ordered, feeling at his wits end already with this…whatever he was. Did this guy ever stop talking? Gippal was ready to invent a piece of machina, one that was like a mute button, without having to cast silence or anything, if only he had thought of this idea sooner! Well this guy at least brought something good to Gippal’s mind, a new idea for the future, it would be invented and should he and this…dark haired dummy ever meet again, Gippal was going to have it on hand and be ready. Oh yeah, that and a stupid radar. Anything to help him out in the future you know?

With his hair being patted, Gippal took a step back and ran his finger through the spikes of his blonde hair, forcing back the scowl that had been forming on his lips, but he just needed to remember patience, calmness, and just…get this man some water, maybe that would jump start some brain cells in this dude’s head? Maybe, maybe not. Perhaps he was just this crazy no matter how water deprived he was. If that was the case…this…Tifa lady had to have a lot of tolerance, or was just as idiotic. If that was the case, then what a pair! They must’ve been right for one another, even Gippal found himself smirking at the thought-did he really not get the fact that…oh nevermind, it was useless to try and figure out what was going on anymore, Gippal was just going to shut up for the most part, until some sense was knocked into the dark man’s head.

“My name is Gippal. I am not the future you, a clone of you, any form of you, please understand that.” He said firmly, leading the way down a few halls before he had approached his office, pushing the door open and striding in, he noticed a couple of cold water bottles laying on his desk, which made his pace get a little quicker before grabbing a bottle. “You really don’t understand do you? Have this, then we’ll see what you think…if you think anything at all.” Gippal mumbled that last part under his breath as he took a bottle and tossed it towards Zack, hoping he’d be able to at least catch something. This was going to be a long day, wasn’t it? Gippal hadn’t prepared himself for something like this…what had he gotten himself into this time?

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Words:[/color] 786
Muse:[/color] Good!
Tagged:[/color] Zack
Wearing:[/color] His usual.
Listening To:[/color] Final Fantasy stuffs!
Notes:[/color] Oh my...this thread XD

[Zack Fair]

Even through his foggy brain Zack had determined that this guy wasn’t happy for whatever reason. Whatever it really was, he had no idea, and…well, to be honest, it was kind of becoming somewhat of a prick. Oh well, if future him wanted to look like Cloud, not like girls, and call himself the same name as a furniture store should be, and be a prick, then who was he to care? Except that dang it, that was no way to get girls! Where was the justice in this world? Ugh, he should know that men are always sexier when they’re dark haired, preferably black. Wasn’t tall, dark, and handsome the way to go? Uh…yeah, not short, blonde, and emo. Well whatever, he could do whatever the heck he wanted to and Zack wouldn’t say anything more about-…oh hell no, he would say something about it!

Raising himself indignantly to his full height – slightly taller than the blonde by him – Zack gave him a stately look, trying his best to look as haughty as possible. “I don’t like that tone Mr. furniture store man. You did steal my voice! How do I know? Because you sound just like me! That’s why. So you should drop that tone and actually admit that it’s you that cannot comprehend the truth!” Zack couldn’t be quite as grumpy as he let onto be, and was distracted while he stumbled after his blonde counterpart through the place that he evidently thought was the bombdiggidy. Weirdo, who would want to live in the middle of a desert anyway? Definitely not him.

Zack just shrugged when Gippal yet again tried to explain it. “Yeah yeah, whatever you say man. I still think you should have left our hair black.”, he mentioned while they came into some sort of office…thing. “You sure can’t seem to explain why you sound exactly like me.”, he pointed out in as haughty an expression as he could muster. Well whatever, if this man wanted to deny his amazingness and stuff, then let him! See if Zack cared! Jerk…

Even with his lack of coordination and balance, Zack’s motor skills and reflexes were still somewhat there. Indeed they were. And so he lifted his hand and snatched the water bottle as the man threw it at him, neatly catching it in his hand and staring down at it. Oh heck yes! Water! Finally! This guy sure knew how to take forever to get him what he really needed and wanted didn’t he. [color0090FF]“And I don’t know what the heck you’re talking about. I’ll have you know that I can think about anything and everything with absolutely no problems.”

[/color], he mentioned again, before opening the bottle and starting to drink. And drink…and drink, until the bottle was completely gone. “Huh..”, he said, refreshed a bit, before he noticed another bottle on the counter. With a grin, he stepped toward it, opened that, and proceeded to drink half. The last mouthful he held in his mouth while he dumped the rest over his head and down his neck. “Ahh yeah man, that hits the spot!”[/size][/blockquote]

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Words:; 687
Muse:; Good!
Tagged:; Gippal
Location:; Djose temple
Outfit:; THAT ONE!
Notes:; :3
Listening to:; --