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shinra soldiers need not apply

Who: Zack Fair / OTA
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: the Caprine
When: Now!

( action; caprine )
[...Alright, so that was. Weird. He was totally just on the Marsiva, but now he's on another ship, apparently! With confetti, and... pudding, which gets set aside for now, because he's sure as hell not trusting random food thrown at him willynilly.

He's more interested in the new ship itself, so he'll be exploring the place, poking his head into whatever room he comes across unless it's locked. Apologies in advance?]

( video; fleetwide )

[Have a Zack! Pulling bits of confetti out of his hair. He looks about as confused as any newcomer, though perhaps not as disturbed. He has officially Seen Some Shit, as one might guess by the semi-glowing blue eyes.]

Testing, testing... okay, we'll pretend this works. It's kinda different from standard issue ShinRa PHS, but it doesn't look that complicated...

Anyway- hey there, fellow space people. Name's Zack. Am I crazy, or are the voices in my head legit when they say I'm on TV? 'Cause, uh. I'd kind of prefer that, at this point. Not really a fan of the random voices concept.

...Aerith? Where'd you end up?

[TRIES VERY HARD NOT TO BE WORRIED]

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[There's just a second of sound, a sharp inhale, because if this is a hallucination it's somehow on this not-phone instead of right in his face like they had been before. And he hasn't really had any hallucinations or heard voices or anything since Tifa helped him (or maybe you have and you just couldn't tell), but this still doesn't-

He's never been able to remember Zack as crisply as he is here. Even now, all Cloud can recall are foggy, disjointed things; the sound of rain against metal, the crunch of boots in snow, his heels dragging across the ground. It's a patchwork of sensation, of a boisterous voice he can't quite recall, though this one sounds a lot like what it should've been.]

[...on the other hand, this place has yet to give him something good, and Cloud is one bitten a million times shy. He's had enough of being jerked around and he's barely been here a month; people got shoved into his head against his and their will, what's to say something like this is beyond the Atroma to fabricate?

No, hell no, he'll believe he's in the Lifestream first.]

You know that big sword I'm getting made, you monsters? I'm gonna get your names carved in it. Like, I mean serial killer style, that's how much you've pissed me off.

[That voice is... seriously familiar. Like, aggressively, hauntingly so. A part of Zack wants to point and go ah-ha! on the spot because he knows, he knows this person. But at the same time, it can't possibly be that easy. For them to arrive here hoping to find Cloud, for him to be right here...

No. No way. He's never had that kind of luck. And this guy doesn't act like Cloud as he remembers, or how Aerith described. It's probably just a fluke.

...Still.]

That's... a weird way to say hello to somebody, y'know.

[TEST...ING...?]

Knock it off!

[There is just honestly no way. Dead people don't come back. All that stuff he heard about people showing up here is just like, hyperbole or something, because it can't be that easy, to recover those he's lost. It's just not that simple.]

What's your name? Did the Atroma put you up to this, or are you just some kind of like, synthesized voice thing or whatever?

[are you fuckin' serious, dude

Sudden indignance overrides any thought of keeping calm; that kind of response solidifies the fact that yeah, he does know this person, and yeah, it's who he thought it might be. And that makes it worse because this isn't what he'd been hoping for in a reunion. He didn't think he'd have a fight over his own existence.

Ugh, whatever. He's never been good at subtlety, so here goes.]

Wrong. Not a fake, or a copy, or a robot, or anything else you can come up with. And I'm not, you know.

[Dead. At least, he's assuming that's why Cloud's so defensive and angry about it. He got pissed when people came back from the dead back home, too.]

Trust me, Cloud, I'm as surprised as you are.

[It takes a long, terrible moment, but finally Cloud flips it over to video.

It's not so much that he doesn't want to believe it as he does. Holy, he does, he wants to believe so badly that he hates himself for it. He's supposed to be honoring their memory by standing tall and strong and keeping things and people safe, and here he is half-bent over a comm, clutching it with shaking hands, curled up on the corner of his bed with his back to the wall because he's never felt so under attack as right now.

If this really is Zack then he's- does he even want to meet up with him? He barely remembers him but maybe that doesn't matter. He remembers Zack dying on that cliff because he refused to abandon some sick kid who maybe couldn't even be saved. If he'd just dropped Cloud and run he could've made it back to Aerith, no problem, and he probably would've been able to keep her safe way better than Cloud could, and-

You'll never get anywhere with what-ifs, Cloud.

Tifa's voice, somehow firm and gentle at the same time, rights him a little bit. This isn't fair to Zack (if it really is him, Cloud's still not sold on it). He just- he needs- he doesn't even know how to be sure, but he needs to be sure.

The message he sends doesn't have a single word, just a moment of him staring down at the still image of Zack's face from the video thumbnail, then up into the camera in clear invitation. Prove him wrong. Please, please Zack, prove him wrong.]

[There he is. Thank goodness.

He accepts the video switch and studies the feed very seriously, taking in what he sees. Cloud looks stressed, which is understandable enough, but that isn't what Zack's focused on. There's a light in Cloud's eyes that wasn't there before, a sign of consciousness, of coherence. He's not an empty shell trapped in the prison of mako poisoning, weak and crawling, struggling for every word he speaks. He's older now, and angrier, and there's something haunted behind his gaze that wasn't there before. He's not the same trooper he met back in Modeoheim, who faced down Sephiroth and barely survived in Nibelheim, who scratched messages in the glass back and forth in that lab until he lost the ability to function.

But he's grown- he's gotten stronger, and he's healthy again. He survived that awful, awful day, found Aerith, lived. It's all Zack ever wanted for him.

So he doesn't hesitate; he smiles, bright, proud, relieved.]

Hey, buddy. You look really good.

You're so full of it, [Cloud chokes out, bowing his head. He knows he looks terrible, without anybody or anything familiar he's been letting himself slip into bad habits, sleeping weird hours, only eating when he absolutely has to.

His damn hands won't stop shaking; this just isn't enough. It just doesn't seem real that the first person he'd find here would be him.

-wait, wait, does that mean he's-] Hey- Hey, where are you? What ship are you on? [Because if there's going to be any chance of him actually believing this, he needs to see him, not just through this shitty video but him, really, in the flesh. See if it brings anything back, maybe he'll remember more about his life before Nibelheim, maybe he can finally let himself trust in his senses and trust that he's not just imagining this out of sheer loneliness.]

I'm on the Caprine, apparently.

[No hesitation; meeting Cloud face to face is something he too needs to happen, just to cement that this is as real as he wants it to be. This could still be some freaky dream sequence, some lengthy hallucination. Maybe he's dreaming in the Lifestream. Maybe he's still dead. Maybe he never even got out of-

-no, no. That much, he knows, was real. It's just the rest of it that gets awfully shaky.]

You know how to get here?

Yeah, I've used the shuttles. [He hates the damn things but his head is buzzing so much he's not even sure he'll remember the trip over. Is this real? No- not until he sees his face.

...gonna grab that blender blade and snag a pistol from the armory while he's at it. Just in case. Sephiroth has impersonated people before.] Sit tight.

[The shuttles aren't the best, but with his augment (that he still hates) Cloud can navigate them over to the Caprine easily enough. He almost can't even wait for the bay to pressurize before he's leaping out, storming from the docking bay in search of where Zack -or not!Zack- might be. If this is a lie, if this is a trick...

It's gonna be too much. It'll be the last straw.]

[Zack isn't far; he'd had some time to wait, so he found his way to where the shuttles come and go, and perched himself on a cargo box, sitting patiently for Cloud's arrival.

...Which lasted about 60 seconds. When the ship actually lands he's aggressively doing squats instead, counting up towards an old record he's half-forgotten. He stops when Cloud gets out of the shuttle, though, straightening up, unable to stop himself from staring. It's so different, seeing him like this, in person. He looks...

Hell, he looks like a SOLDIER. The mako finally took and gave him the proper blue glow, and he may be a little more skinny, tired, and pale for Zack's liking, but damn. Damn, he looks like he came to life again after too many years as the walking dead.]

Cloud... oh, man.

[He wants to run right over, wrestle the guy into a headlock and a hug (he hadn't decided which yet), but Cloud also looks like he's about to throw down. Maybe it'd be more prudent to ease him into this.]

[Probably the best choice.

Because the second he sees Zack he freezes, eyes wide as-

-backwater experts, oh yeah!
Cloud, you okay?
-et some dinner sometime! My treat!
Do you have him?! Cloud, look ou-

-won't abandon you. I promise.

He stumbles and catches himself against the wall, head in his hand. It didn't hurt (not like Sephiroth's influence, not like Jenova or Hojo scrambling up his thoughts) but it's- it's so much, and- and he'd always thought, he'd always just figured that Zack, he'd just seen him and rescued him because he'd felt badly. Because he saw a sick kid and because Zack is the kind of material heroes are made out of, real ones.

Cloud glances up shakily, sweat beading on his forehead and face crumpled as he comes to the sudden realization that all this time, he's been wrong. He hadn't just forgotten about the man who saved him, hadn't just stolen some stranger's identity to replace his own sad existence.

He'd forgotten a friend.]

...Zack...

[Cloud's reaction kickstarts all those protective instincts he's never been able to rein in. Any thoughts of being cautious or taking it slow go right out the window, and he closes the distance between them, resting a hand on Cloud's shoulder to support him. If he gets stabbed for it, whatever, that's his problem. But there's no way in hell he can just stand by and let Cloud go through whatever that was alone.

He doesn't know what exactly just happened, but it reminds him of Sephiroth, a little, and... he shouldn't have left him alone, either. It's not what friends do.]

Hey, hey, it's okay. It's me. You remember?

[Oh he remembers all right. Cloud grabs at Zack's elbow to steady himself, and though he can feel the shame weighing down on him like a physical thing, he can't seem to stop his mouth from opening and,] I-I forgot you. Zack, I-I- I'm so sorry, I didn't even remember that- [He passes his hand over his face again, fingers still trembling a little.] ...I did some horrible things. Zack, I'm so sorry.

[....

...forgot...?

Zack's brows furrow, confused at first. What horrible things? Why is he apologizing? Sure, it stings a bit - hard to be a living legacy when you don't even remember the guy who said it - but he'd been throwing a lot of responsibility on somebody in Cloud's condition. Since arriving here he'd wondered if maybe it was too much... looks like he was right on the money with that one.]

I don't... [understand] ...what, because of the mako poisoning? You were really messed up, Cloud. It isn't your fault.

[Shakes his head hard, adjusting his grip on Zack's arm. He feels solid, he feels warm. Whenever he'd reached for Aerith in the Lifestream she'd been almost intangible, like if he held on too hard he'd go right through her but Zack, he...] Don't make excuses for me, I didn't just forget you. I-I... Zack, I pretended like I had your life. I told everyone that I was a SOLDIER First-Class, that I was there as Sephiroth's friend, in Nibelheim. I stole your life.

You... what...?

[That's...

Shit, he doesn't even know what to say to that one. His grip loosens a little, not quite letting go or pulling away, but less certain than before, holding on by a thread of swiftly dissipating joy. It's the last thing he'd expected to hear. Aerith hadn't warned him about it, either... had she known? She must've known, if she's been watching him this whole time. He's not angry, but a warning would have been nice.

Stop that, this isn't her fault either. It's our job to work this thing out, not hers.

Okay, okay... relax. What's really important, here?]

You didn't know, did you? It wasn't... on purpose?

[That doesn't sound like something Cloud would do.]

[See, that's the weird thing about blaming yourself for something; it's hard to determine whether or not it was on purpose. Cloud doesn't remember when he made the decision to cope by adopting Zack's identity over his, so he doesn't know if he did it on purpose. He could've decided consciously on the way to Midgar; maybe that was even why he'd decided to take the sword after all, but even though he'd remembered the cliffs, that time between when Zack had died and when Tifa found him at the station...everything's a complete blur.]

I-I... [Cloud bows his head, still clutching at Zack. There's no missing the disappointment on his face, and what has to be disgust in his eyes. Of course, he'd entrusted his memory to Cloud, and how had Cloud repaid him? He'd walked all over that memory. Oh gosh, he'd hit on his girlfriend, let her die, and didn't even remember his sacrifice until someone else helped him put his head back in order.]

I don't know, [Cloud says in a small voice instead, feeling almost as uneven as he had in that Crater during the Reunion. His head is muddled; things he'd remembered about Zack don't feel real, like maybe he'd just dreamed those up in his loneliness.] I don't remember.

I'm so sorry.

[Not the most definitive answer, or the one he had been hoping to hear, but as he gazes down at Cloud, as he watches him sink further and further into that guilty rut of self-loathing, Zack starts to recognize one simple fact: it doesn't really matter. He knows Cloud. They hadn't been the best of friends before Nibelheim, sure - just a few choice meetings, a handful of missions, a lunch shared amongst comrades - but for Zack, that had always been enough. And what they'd gone through together in Nibelheim had cemented that bond. He knows the quality of Cloud's character.

He's not a monster, he's not a bad person. He wouldn't have done something like this with malicious intent. Mako can do some horrible things to a person if they're overexposed, and Cloud had been drenched in too much of it for years. Of course there'd be side effects; he'd known that the moment he dragged the poor kid out of the lab.

This isn't what he wanted for Cloud when he'd sent him off with the Buster and enough hopes and dreams for the both of them. Hell, maybe his words had been the trigger for this. "Live for the both of us"? What the hell had he expected to happen? And if that's the case, he has to take some responsibility, too.]

Cloud... hey, Cloud, c'mon. Stop that, look at me.

[His heart is forever on his sleeve, so there's no hiding the hurt he's feeling, nor the disappointment. But he's not angry, and he's not disgusted, either. More than anything else, he's worried.]

[It takes an awful lot of willpower to drag his eyes back up to Zack's face, though he supposes if there's one thing he's got in his corner, it's how stubborn he can be when he wants to. And even with how ashamed he is, with how startled and shocked he is that Zack is here, somehow alive (guess those stories weren't hyperbole after all) and coherent and not a hallucination...hopefully.

He's really here. He's hurt, he's disappointed, he's upset but he's here. That's so much more than Cloud could've ever asked for back home. He should be grateful.]

I'm- [Cloud grabs Zack's other arm, staring up into his eyes, jaw set.] I'm gonna make it up to you. I promise.

[Zack's brows lift at that, eyes widening; he'd honestly expected more misery, that he'd have to talk Cloud up out of the funk he'd fallen into. And yeah, he's not exactly happy either, but that sudden, unexpected strength in his eyes...

...that's awesome, actually. He finds himself smiling, suddenly, and he grips Cloud's arm more firmly. Maybe he has less to worry about than he thought.]

You don't have to do anything. You're yourself again, aren't you? That's enough for me. I'm really, really glad you made it out of there alive.

[Cloud shakes his head again, though he finally lets go of Zack when he realizes how hard he's been hanging onto him.] You deserve to live your life too. I'm gonna make sure that happens.

[Zack's smile shifts, turning wry, standing back to rub awkwardly at his neck.]

Bit late for that, isn't it? I mean, not that I'm opposed to second chances, but...

[He has no idea why - or how - he's standing here right now.]

[Cloud sighs, stepping back to put a little space between them. With the air finally a little bit cleared and his heart finally settling down a little bit, he has to agree with Zack: this is weird. And Cloud -and probably Zack, too- can no longer look at something as just a stroke of luck or good fortune. Everything has its price and it's usually damn steep.]

I wish I could tell you what the hell's going on. [Cloud folds his arms, letting himself lean back against the wall; the pistol he'd shoved into the back of his belt digs into his hip so he wriggles it loose and sets it atop a crate.] Supposedly other people've run across friends and family who couldn't possibly be here either.

[And there's something else he wanted to ask too, thinking back to Zack's initial video post.] Zack...you mentioned Aerith.

[Ah... right. Cat's out of the bag with that one.]

I did. We were together on the other ship- the Marsiva- before we got sent to our own. She's definitely here, and... just as alive as I am.

[He's still sort of coming to terms with the fact that she'd actually died, so he's not really comfortable with saying it. Probably never will be. She'd been alive and well when he died as far as he knew - he'd just gotten her letter, had been on his way to find her again. To imagine all that time passing, her going off on some grand adventure with Cloud, seeing the world, and then dying and watching over him from the Lifestream? It's practically unfathomable. He doesn't want to imagine it, but he believes her word, at the same time.

The situation's shitty, basically.]

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