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Post by Zidane Tribal on Sept 1, 2024 20:53:36 GMT -6
Despite the narrow nature of the branch, the youth appeared to have no trouble balancing on the precarious perch. He moved to fold his arms behind his head, the soles of boots firmly pressed on the slender limb. Hanging behind him was the wisp of his tail, but in the darkness it would probably be difficult to discern the fifth limb from the scabbard hanging from his hip. His blue eyes did well in the low light so it wasn't too difficult for him to see where he was going. He didn't appear to be carrying a lantern with him and was usually stumbling around in the dark for one reason or another.
The man insisted the phantasmal noises didn't emanate from a Moogle and Zidane was one to usually argue. But seeing as it was the dead of night and Moogles weren't usually wont to skulk about in the shadows, he would acquiesce with the old man's refusal. Zidane clicked his tongue and took a step forward. That step walked him clear off the branch. He dropped down to the ground with a light thump. When he landed he sunk into a crouch to help buffer his jump. He snapped up to a standing position and clapped his gloved hands together before approaching the man. He wasn't wearing his usual cloak because the youth wasn't expecting to meet any humans out here. Because of that he shifted his tail in a way that he kept it behind his back until he could be sure of the man. Many of the people of this world seemed to take offense to Outsiders and anything that stood out to make him a stranger quickly locked them up.
"I haven't been." The rogue assured. "Just walked by cause I heard something. What about you? Kinda strange someone wandering around the woods in the middle of the night." He had a grin on his face, clearly ignoring the irony in his comment.
Zidane couldn't make heads or tails of the feelings he picked up in the woods. If he had to compare it to anything it reminded him of the Ilfa Tree. It was haunting and had a strange, otherworldly feeling, but he was sure that was because he was in another world. His azure gaze drifted to the side, eyeing the bouncing orbs of light.
"By the way, are you a ghost?" Zidane felt compelled to ask. He wasn't sure why, but maybe it was the feeling he had in the woods. "I've been here for a few days and haven't seen a single human." And in his experience only criminal and the wayward wandered beast filled woods at night.
He was the latter.
"If it wasn't a Moogle, what was it?" Though Zidane went on, he didn't do so casually.
He maintained his distance to Auron and kept his arms at side in the case he needed to grab his blades to defend himself. His back was to the tree, ensuring no one would be able to sneak up behind him. On the outside he was relaxed, but every edge of his person was guarded.
Post by Zidane Tribal on Aug 26, 2024 14:37:07 GMT -6
It was already late in the afternoon, the point where the sun was highest in the sky, or so it normally was. The clouds had yet to disperse after a short rainstorm caught local residents off guard. Though the region was usually temperate and sunny, in a land so close to the sea they were bound to be affected by storms at such an altitude. While many had chosen to stay indoors during the sudden showers there were a few who enjoyed the cooling reprieve amidst such a hot and humid day. In the past Zidane never experienced such things unless he traveled down into the valleys especially to places close to Burmecia. Although he was used to such weather, that didn't mean he was out traipsing about.
The young man walked around draped in a dark cloak, despite the humidity. His hood was pulled over his head and his tail hiding beneath the confines of the fabric. He had been on Zephon for only a short while and was already quite aware of their feelings towards Outsiders. He had an easy enough time adopting their habits of speech and mannerisms. As an understudy it was quite easy to pick up their gestures by hanging out at the local taverns for a few hours. There was just one thing about himself he couldn't change, nor hide given the circumstances so he often had to wear his cloak to prevent unwanted gazes. Beastmen were too far, few and in between on this world so he stuck out like a ship on land.
Undern had set in. It would not be sunset for a while so there would still be daylight out to get things done. The rogue decided to go for a bit of a walk, but he wasn't the only one who decided that an after-shower stroll was relaxing...
There were many small farms that seemed to dot the outskirts of Torensten, though not to the extent of Porvo or Aljana. They were small fields that seemed to specialize in one crop or another, barricaded with small split rail fences that wouldn't keep out a fox, let alone a hungry chocobo. The youth stopped nearby, noticing some of the farm dogs chasing a gaggle of ducks. He settled down in a crouch, peeking through the fence line with a grin on his face. It was hard to ignore the critter's antics while nursing his hangover. It was relaxing and let him forget that he was in a strange place, far from home.
BUHWEEEEE
A gruff, bellowing sound rumbled in the distance. Zidane raised his head, tawny hair framing his face as he peered past the edge of his hood. "What was that?"
A few plots down the rain seems to have attracted a gigantic boar. The beast was as big as a juvenile Behemoth, with the temperament to boot. Its white, curling tusks spoke highly of its youth and a thick mane told of its health. After the rain it came snuffling around for truffles and found itself a patch of pumpkins, but the farmer was remiss to relinquish them -- shame. The Boar didn't take kindly to the refusal and was now rampaging.
Post by Zidane Tribal on Aug 25, 2024 11:36:18 GMT -6
Chocobos, chocobos everywhere!
Unlike the Metia Marshlands this wasn't some sickly, twisted, and something-possibly-dead-in-my-boots attraction. Twisted tree roots, and bridges of bark the would-be adventurer had set about in a much better mood now that there was less muck and grime and more wood and foliage. He had only spent a day among the ghouls, moogles, and birds and was already quite attached to the place as it was a distant memory come back to life. He had spent days on end in the Chocobo Forests of Gaia playing with his companions and passing the time with the disgruntled Mene. Only recently had he found himself wandering this strange world full of unexpected sights so he had yet to acclimate to its tender beauty which he quickly disregarded in hopes for returning home.
This place was nostalgic. Though it made him miss home more deeply than he had ever since arriving on this world, there was something about this place that allowed him to slow down and collect himself. He sat perched atop a gnarled, twisted vine, Chocobos underfoot grazing amidst the treelines. Crouching down he buried his face into his hands and stamped the heels of his palms against his eyes, fighting back the tears he had been holding in for so long. His long, silky tail had become a vine for a nearby moogle who swung against it, hardly mindful of the broken heart it was attached to. He rubbed his arm across his face, wiping away the moisture that had gathered. Sniffling a bit he moved to fully sit, allowing his legs to dangle over the edge of the branch.
"I wanna go home." He sighed. "This sucks."
He listened as the Chocobos warbled and chirped, enjoying the warm afternoon, the moogle suspended from his tail squeaking away. He couldn't bring himself to shaking the little fae off, so instead let it have its fun. The young man spent the day daydreaming, wondering of ways he could make it home. Maybe he was on another planet? Or he was trapped in a backwards realm full of things he remembered like the Chocobos or Gigan Frogs. Soon the flock of Chocobo laid down to sleep. Feeling the exhaustion finally hit his muscles the agile acrobat would join them and nestle down into the pile of feathery floofs. After a while the tailed youth ended up falling asleep, slipping into dreams of the past. Some time later something disturbed the flock causing them to shift and writhe. Blue eyes blinked clear the haze of sleep as something strange buzzed in the back of his head. A gloved hand rubbed through his hay colored hair, brushing it back before he sat up. He had long since lost his ribbon in the bogs, so his hair hung free from its usual ponytail.
Climbing out of the squirming squall of squawking birds the rogue would attempt to climb up off the ground to gain a vantage on the situation. The birds hadn't fled so it was a good sign, but things were strangely quiet. The night shouldn't be this calm. Looking around he'd eventually find himself a path along the branches which led deeper into the wood. Sliding his tail around one of the hanging limbs he walked until he stood perfectly upside down, feet flat against the underside of the branch. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared off to where a mass of dancing lighting bugs had gathered.
"Those aren't lightning bugs..." He narrowed his eyes before pulling his tail taut until he 'sat' on the branch, legs crossed. Though he hung upside down it didn't distress his sense of gravity. "...they almost look like Ramuh's orbs." But more alive, in a sense.
Scratching the side of his head the rogue climbed back up into the trees and made his way closer. It didn't take long for him to come upon someone else. His steps were silent, the thief only moving when the wind passed by, letting him step between the shifting leaves and bending boughs. By their weapon they looked to be a lone adventurer. They looked ready to fight. Lowering himself into a crouched position the Genome rested his elbows on his knees and leaned his head forward. He watched the space the man was staring at, but nothing was there and nothing else seemed to move.
"You know it's probably just a Moogle." He spoke aloud, breaking the peace in a sudden and rather anticlimactic manner.
The young man couldn't sense it though. Everything in the wood to him felt alive and moving so it had all become a numb, uniformed feeling that escaped his notice.
Post by Zidane Tribal on Aug 5, 2024 20:18:31 GMT -6
Now this was his kind of city! The open sea, a festival square and even a bulletin board where he could keep track of what was going and who was coming. If he played his cards right he could even get an easy job to fill his purse with gil. That was the only thing missing, cards. Before whatever happened he had been fussing around with his card deck and ended up leaving it behind in some gods forsaken inn! No one better snatch them before he's gotten back, or so help him! He leaned his hand against the board and slumped forward, bemoaning the loss of his deck.
"I spent years collecting those cards..." Clenching his gloved hand on the board the man felt some papers shuffling between his fingers. "Hmm...?" He raised his fingers and peered below the sheet.
The man was cloaked in a dark grey, almost black robe, which helped to conceal his tail and most of his features from the public eye. The tail of his hair hung down from the collar of the hood, blond bangs falling over his eyes. He pulled the paper off the board and read it over. He had to fight from curling his tail away from his body as the fur stood on end from excitement. This was just what he was looking for! Something to idle the time away and forget his worries! He stuffed the parchment into his robes before he tucked the paper in his pocket. He settled his hand on his stomach before looking up and through the weaving crowd.
"I could use something to eat before I go off to meet the contractor though..." He straightened his back, further tightening his tail around his waist. It wouldn't do to get discovered now, that he's finally inside the city.
With a grin on his face he would allow his feet to carry him and the smells to lead his stomach through. Eventually the disguised man arrived at the entrance of the cafe. Pushing the door in with his boot he would slide in through the small opening, spinning on his heel before facing the room. The man let his arms fall to his sides, his movement completely silent. He didn't want others to notice he was armed so his steps prevented his scabbards from rattling, keeping himself as small as possible. Moving up to the counter he pushed up on his toes, working hard to keep at bay the wriggling appendage underneath the cloak.
"Hey, you got a meal for today?!" The rogue called, hoping it was something warm and edible. The place looked nice, so he didn't expect something as awful as Bobo's Dark Stew, though the thought made him visibly sink, his knees bending as he moved to lean most of his waist on the counter. "I'm starving!" He dismissed his distress and focused on the food.
When he was finally given his order the man hopped back, nimbly avoiding other patrons while keeping the plate balanced in his hands. He looked around the establishment, brows quirking beneath his loose hair. It didn't take long before his eyes landed on the glittering beauty. Zidane turned his head, taking a quick whiff of himself to make sure he was still soundly pleasant to be around. Once he was sure he didn't smell like a dirty chocobo pen he approached.
"Hey, this seat taken?" He grinned, his bright personality beaming through his previous melancholy. "I noticed you were alone, thought I'd offer my company." Sure enough Zidane had the wit about him to peek around and notice most, if not all of the patrons were engaged in conversation in one way or another with their neighbor.
He seemed quite proud of himself, the unordinary limb shifting a bit beneath the cloak. He moved to stand on his right leg, leaning his weight as his left foot pressed against his shin, patiently waiting for her response.
Post by Zidane Tribal on Aug 5, 2024 14:37:15 GMT -6
When Zidane awoke in this world he had been surrounded by nothing but sand. The smell and texture of the sand were strange though, far unlike those of Cleyra or Outer Continents. The beasts were many and the heat so intense he had found himself burned by the sun and skin bruised by the harsh, beating sands whenever wind deigned to blow through. Though he was equipped with a hefty cloak, it had done little to combat the elements and left him scraped, burned, and tired all the time. Compared to that these plains were heavensent, to be sure. His leather boots creaked and crunched over the weathered plains, the scabbards on his belt softly ringing against his hips with every step. His movements were light, unhindered by the weight of armor or a pack. If the man couldn't carry it on the small satchel on the small of his back, he would do without. He had purchased the satchel at Aljana, a strange city with a familiar hierarchy. Zidane had done well to intermingle with locals, but he kept his tail hidden beneath his cloak at all times. It hadn't taken long for him to notice the distinct lack of beastfolk.
In the stead of spending what little gil he had on the fine looking Chocobos they had for sale, when he finally decided to leave the city he had done so on foot. He soon arrived in the Fractured Plains, but to him it was just a nameless stretch of land yet forsook by nature. It was a welcome improvement to his previous traveling conditions. With his cloak on his shoulders and his hood pulled over his head, the man wandered along with his arms folded behind his head and eyes on the horizon. These long days alone left him in the company of his thoughts. That alone was enough to drive most men to the brink of insanity. He continued to lament his arrival on this unknown world, but he wasn't dead, he continued to tell himself, still lacking the proof of that singular truth he held onto.
"I hate this..." He sighed, head leaning to the side, his elbows pulling forward and fingers tightening their hold as he moped. "Where is everyone...?"
Far from lacking the company of other living beings after his trip through Aljana, what the former rogue sought was the company of his family and friends. He could dance and parade himself at a bar here or flirt with a few ladies at a pub there, but none of those people really knew him, nor did they provide him with the comforting feeling of home. He closed his eyes, letting his mind wander off. How would he go about testing it? Was he alive or was he trapped in a dream he couldn't break free from? Underfoot he could hear the soft crunch of grass soften, the plain shifting from one species of flora to another. He opened his eyes and could see peering over the horizon the peak of a steeple.
He recognized it to be a church's steeple, having seen them back home in Lindblum. Zidane wouldn't say he was a religious individual, but with the things he's seen neither could he admit to there being nothing in the universe keeping it from rending twain. In Lindblum the church focused on the recognition of heroes and the divinity of their skills that had protected it through the generations. Men were flawed, but they could still find a way to surpass their limits when faced with the quandary of their mortality. Letting his arms drop to his side the young man rolled his tail up from its leisurely position, the appendage having been bouncing along behind him as he walked. He curled the fifth limb up beneath his cloak as he came upon the church. Looking around there didn't appear to be a village built around the sanctuary, but rather a shrine built around nature. Maybe what they worshiped here wasn't wholly different from what he recognized in Lindblum.
It was quite peaceful. It was a modest little shrine built out in the middle of the wilds. The man surmised that if there was a church here there had to be a city or township nearby. Someone had to make a pilgrimage to their services after all! But upon reaching the front of the temple, not everything seemed as harmonious as he assumed it to be. The church doors had been opened and the individuals outside seemed distressed. He had hoped to get a chance and take a break. Churches and sanctuaries were usually good for that sort of thing, but the fates had other things in store for him.
"Hey, what's go--" But his words were disrupted by a raucous clamour emanating from inside the church. He looked over and smirked wryly. "Something is a good an answer as any I guess." He held up his hands, the frazzled people outside about to speak up, but he dismissed their attempts to speak and put a finger to his lips to silence them.
After they quieted Zidane turned towards the church doors. He leaned up against the outside wall, his gloved hand resting on the surface to hold up his weight. He winced when he heard the harsh tone in the man's voice. His deep blue eyes traced along the inside of the building before he looked towards the altar. He noticed that men appeared armed and confronting a single individual on the aisle. It wasn't outside reason that a priest would be armed. Outside this far in the wilderness and with the chance a brigand could happen among and try to steal their fancy relics, one needed to be prepared! But he wasn't sure about these numbers. A few armed guys hovering over robed clerics and one guy standing them down all seemed like a recipe for a disastrous brawl.
Maybe it was a chance for him to test his limits and see if this place was really just all a dream he was having. Zidane stepped back from the wall and made sure his cloak was in place properly. He didn't want to show that he was armed or an Outsider. He flicked the collar of his dark hood before stepping into the church. As he passed the open doors he noticed that they weren't opened gently. He could guess the guy ahead made a habit of making grand entrances, but Zidane would have to one up him, especially if he counted the number of armed men right. Swords and crossbows, huh? The swords wouldn't be an issue to deal with, especially if they were ordinary broadswords, but the crossbows would be problematic since he had no means to disarm them quickly.
Zidane tapped his chin and thought for a moment. It should be fine. He'll wing it!
"Hey, is the guy in charge here? I got a letter here from Aljana!" He appeared to reach his right hand into his cloak, oblivious of the situation. Using the deception to his advantage he moved to draw his left dagger and quickly threw it out from his scabbard, aiming for one of the crossbows before withdrawing his other blade from his right sheath, into his left hand.
"I was kinda curious about what you guys did here, but if you told me we were sparring I woulda joined your order sooner!"
Post by Zidane Tribal on Aug 5, 2024 12:01:42 GMT -6
P1- Zidane Tribal; Journey to the West
Nostalgic Memories
through time
entry #01
zidane tribal
When Zidane first arrived in this world he fell into the Reikinto Sands. If there are any adventurers that wish to journey in this place and meet the jovial prince of thieves at his lowest it is a plot I would be open to.
entry #02
zidane tribal
The next step of his journey would take him to Aljana. if there are any intrepid heroes or troublesome villains curious about the stranger roaming the paradise in the sands, feel free to reach out. He would still be getting used to the fact he is in a foreign world.
entry #03
zidane tribal
The next part of his journey would carry him into the wayward reaches of the Fractured Plains. Here he's looking to prove his dreams are indeed reality and find a way pinch himself so hard he has no choice but to answer the call.
entry #04
zidane tribal
The next leg of his journey would carry him to the Metaia Marshlands. After a harsh, but much needed wake-up call the man continues to journey westward. The swamps remind him of the Qu Marshes back home, but they are nothing like the Qu's frog infested homeland.
entry #xx
zidane tribal
Yakusoku mo suru koto mo naku. Kawasu kotoba mo kimetari mo sezu, dakishime soshite tashikameta; Hibi wa nido to kaeranu. Kioku no naka no te o furu anata wa. Watashi no na o yobu koto ga dekiru no.
entry #xx
zidane tribal
Yakusoku mo suru koto mo naku. Kawasu kotoba mo kimetari mo sezu, dakishime soshite tashikameta; Hibi wa nido to kaeranu. Kioku no naka no te o furu anata wa. Watashi no na o yobu koto ga dekiru no.
entry #xx
zidane tribal
Yakusoku mo suru koto mo naku. Kawasu kotoba mo kimetari mo sezu, dakishime soshite tashikameta; Hibi wa nido to kaeranu. Kioku no naka no te o furu anata wa. Watashi no na o yobu koto ga dekiru no.
Post by Zidane Tribal on Aug 4, 2024 20:05:50 GMT -6
Zidane Tribal
"Heroic? Human? Those are just things people say after the fact... It's not what the people say afterward...What's important is being true to oneself."
I. BASICS
FULL NAME:: Zidane Tribal NICKNAMES:: Monkey, Thief, Miscreant, Country Bumpkin, Brigand, Cur Ziddy GENDER:: Male AGE:: 23 ORIENTATION:: Hetero GAME OF ORIGIN:: FFIX ALIGNMENT:: heroic EQUIPMENT:: Mage Masher: Mage Mashers live up to their namesake and have the chance to inflict the Silence status on casters, disabling their ability to cast magic for a time.
The Ogre: The Ogre uses the combined magical force of the twin Mage Mashers to provide the chance to inflict the Blind status on opponents, diminishing their ability to attack, by over half.
Zidane is an upbeat fellow who never needed a reason to help others in need, and often found himself neck deep in trouble because of it. He is a bit flirtatious, but an openhearted fellow with a strong tendency to speak his mind, and it was often things others did not wish to hear. In situations which he was unsure of he always found himself holding back his opinions with an open mind until he had the entire story and view of a situation. He was a bit crass in his behaviors, being that he was raised on the streets, but he always meant well in his actions. He was sensitive in some respects, but only when it came to the well-being of those around him. He was private and did not talk about his personal life, unless it meant showing off to the ladies, but they were usually tales of exaggeration and straight out lies.
He had few manners when it came to fine dining. No amount of acting skills would provide for the table manners that a bunch of thieves lack. He often ate with his fingers, gloves or not, and caused fights when he was inebriated, becoming more emotional and confrontational. Normally he wore a mask over his true feelings and always preferred smiling to frowning. His tail had a habit of speaking his mind, be it nervously twitching on the ground when he was thinking hard or standing on end when he was acting aggressively or startled.
He was adventurous and had little outward fear. Though he was one you can consider reckless, it was only under the standpoint where he would never think twice about helping another in need. He only did what he had confidence in himself for. He was energetic. Being youthful gave him access to boundless stores of energy. He liked to tease others and was a bit of a prankster, but he never meant his actions in a sorrowful or malicious manner. Because he held many roles in the troupe's plays he could talk his way in and out of most situations, but he was also very expressive with his body. When he was feeling confident he puffed out his chest and when he was startled it was not against his nature to animatedly respond. [Sourced from an old app]
III. HISTORY
Though he is aware of his true origins, to him his life started when he was found by Baku at a young age and raised as a member of Tantalus. He lived by their side as part of their Theater Troupe. Twelve years later the troupe would find themselves in Alexandria on a secret mission which involved kidnapping the royal princess of the country. Their escape did not turn out as planned and left them traveling on foot to the capital of Lindblum from the bast of the Evil Forest. On their journey they discovered many strange things and horrible truths that were hidden under the shadow of Queen Brahne of Alexandria.
Discovering the truth of the turmoil between the two countries Zidane seemed lackluster about helping, but he did know he wanted to do one thing: protect her. He had grown close to her over time and none of his "smooth moves" worked with the fiery lass. For all his talk he had no honest means to normally talk to girls. The best he could do was protect her, because she needed protecting. They traveled far and wide across the continent trying to stop the events that unfolded because of one man's sly words…. The words were twisted of deceit, but something about the Warmonger's poetic banter twisted worry in Zidane. He never resisted following the princess, whom he had grown a strange attachment to over their time together.
Adventures carried on with every exploration being a whole new experience for the princess, but for Zidane they were places he had seen, places he had been. More and more did he want to show off for the princess and carry her across the continent, visiting the sites he knew best and could weave the greatest stories from, but it seemed that was all it ever was for him. He didn't know why he tried so hard knowing that, at the end of their journey, they were to separate. When they arrived at Lindbulm he was vexed. While it was his backyard and everything for him was within arm's reach, he was a world away from where the princess now was. He was at a loss at what to do. With the Festival Hunt coming he pushed for one more hurrah and would blow off steam by taking it out on the deadly wildlife to be released into the kingdom for the day.
But he never saw that victory and ended up at the tail end of a drugged meal.
Knocked unconscious Zidane travels with his companions to his comrades nearby home, but he is soon further drawn into a war between nations that he had more to do with than he realized. He continued to search for Dagger in hopes he could bring her back to safety. Yet still she evaded his efforts.Through onto Clerya only to become part of a calamity amidst celebration. In the struggle against Bharne's army Zidane does find a way back to the kingdom of Alexandria, only for yet another tragedy to strike, this time to the person who was growing closer and closer to his heart with each passing day. When reunited they travel together across the continent and discover the harrowing truth about the man who supplied the kingdom of Alexandria with her weapons.
Eventually they discovered the origin of not only Zidane's birth, but his dear friend's as well. It was a harsh revelation for both parties and sent the cheerful thief into a deep depression. His friends forced him to realize the truth and pushed him from the dark place he chose to place himself. They fought on to end Garland's schemes to turn their beautiful Gaia into a shadow of its former self. Afterward Zidane stuck close to the person he had come to love. Though he still traveled and worked with Tantalus, he often returned to where it all began.
PLAYER ALIAS:: Rex Draco OTHER CHARACTERS:: N/A ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE:: 20+ years of Forum RP, DMing, writing HOW YOU FOUND US:: Affiliate NOTES FOR CONSIDERATION:: ADHD, neurodivergent/disabled ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:: It was impossible to tell if Zidane was up with the sun, or had never gone down with the moon. He had returned to Alexandria on the first airship out of Lindblum that morning, which was just before sunrise. He arrived bright and early, just in time to see the sun come over the horizon.
"Finally!" The man stretched his arms over his head, his rucksack swaying on his back. "I haven't felt solid ground for weeks!" For the past two weeks Zidane was imprisoned in his own airship.
He had gone down kicking and screaming for a role in the gang's new play, only to promptly go down for being overworked. Rehearsals day in and day out and whatever time wasn't spent on stage they were in the dressing room redoing his costume or making him work on costumes! That man was a slave-driver! Baku never made it easy when he wanted something, but he came out alive! The play was 'I want to be Your Canary.' and Marcus was finally backing down for lead! This wasn't the first time he played the lead for this role, but that was a special occasion, they weren't gunna let it happen again without a lot of work this time around.
Now free from Baku's clutches, Zidane made haste across the border to visit his one and only queen. He wanted nothing more than to be at her side. It was the one place he felt at home. Yet he always had to leave... Why did he always go back? He never wanted to feel that he had gone away.
"Time to take a shortcut ...!" With a quick look around Zidane spotted a stack of crates pushed up against a wall. "Don't mind if I do."
Against the protest of the dockhands, Zidane clambered up the crates and onto the roof. Without once looking back the man made a mad dash for the castle. His boots clapped and clattered over the stone shingles, his belt not making a sound despite the weight of his blades tugging down with every hop, skip, and jump. Soon a familiar rumble caught his attention. Overhead clouds had begun to form as they carried across the plateau.
"Oh no you don't," He picked up speed. "You won't catch me!"
Zidane was now racing the storm clouds. He had dressed in his best duds, there was no way he was going to be soaked before seeing Dagger! Another crash of thunder and the former rogue was sliding around a chimney, making It over three more roofs. Only four more until his destination!
Another roof behind him and Alexandria's skies were grey with cloud cover. Lighting now actively flashed overhead. One more roof to go!
DO DON!
A boom of thunder right overhead. Zidane finally made it to the edge of the collection of roofs and jumped down while running at his top speed. He launched across the footbridge before landing on the boat, giving the soldier a fright.
"Hurry! The storm!" Zidane called to her sense of urgency.
Realizing what the man meant she began across the moat.
☆☆☆☆☆
The castle gates opened to a heavy rainstorm and Zidane soaked to the bones looking not unlike a wet rat. The Pluto Knight that had opened the gates opened his mouth to speak.
"Don't ask." The defeated actor waddled into the castle, boots squeaking the whole way.
