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It was the middle of the night, closer to morning than evening, when Ino appeared in the apartment she and Zack shared in a near-silent puff of smoke.

She landed in the kitchen, which was good since that meant it was only a quick two steps to the side to stick her arm over the sink before blood hit the floor.

She hated cleaning blood off of things. It was bad enough that she was going to have to get her uniform repaired—Ino squinted at her arm in the near dark and then sighed, one long tendril of her hair reaching over to flip the lights on; yes, it was going to have to be repaired—but at least she could avoid extra mess.

Grimacing at the sight of her arm, and the blood oozing from the long, jagged edges torn into it, bone peeking out at her in the light, Ino resigned herself to the additional pain this was going to cause, turned on the tap, and stuck her arm under it.

At least it was just my arm! Ino thought optimistically, clenching her hand at the pain and absolutely refusing to make sad trumpet or dolphin noises. She didn’t want to wake Zack up. It could have been worse! And the Company will pay for the repairs to my clothes.

Now just to deal with the poison that wasn’t letting potions work…

[For the boy! Warning for blood and minor gore. Just to be safe, yo.]

Date: 2017-07-12 01:08 pm (UTC)
puppy_fair: (Chin Up)
From: [personal profile] puppy_fair
Good luck with that one, Ino. Zack could only sleep through the night these days when he was utterly exhausted, mostly as a result of sleepless nights like this one. He'd been up for hours already, jumping at the slightest sound. And while Ino's appearance in the kitchen had been quiet, the running water in the sink...

It took him a few moments before he sighed and gave up on sleep entirely, and then decided to head into the kitchen to...

He wasn't sure. Make certain she was okay? Make a cup of tea or something?

Either way, he was pulling on a shirt and dragging himself down the hall.

Date: 2017-07-12 01:11 pm (UTC)
puppy_fair: (Wary)
From: [personal profile] puppy_fair
Zack stood in the doorway for a moment once he found his way to the kitchen, and it took him a few seconds before he managed to process what was going on.

"... Out of potions?"

More like antidotes. But it wasn't like he had any way to know there was poison involved, just yet.

Date: 2017-07-12 01:20 pm (UTC)
puppy_fair: (Deep Thought)
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Zack bit the inside of his cheek kind of hard at that one.

"Have you got remedies, then?"

He still had a few of the precious things on hand, though his reserves were running low and he couldn't exactly go back to restock or anything. If it would help, he'd give one up, easily. He was throwing himself into problem-solving mode, now.

It helped keep his mind off of why she was out getting hurt in the first place.

Date: 2017-07-12 01:30 pm (UTC)
puppy_fair: (Chin Up)
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Zack grimaced at that, sinking back into the doorway a little.

"Is there anything I can do to help, then?"

Or would she rather be left alone?

Date: 2017-07-12 01:35 pm (UTC)
puppy_fair: (Sheepish)
From: [personal profile] puppy_fair
The look on Zack's face at that said multitudes about how much he just hadn't been anticipating that answer. He paused for a second, blinking. And then he nodded and made his way across the room to slip a supporting arm around her waist.

"I can do that," he said, softly.

Date: 2017-07-12 01:39 pm (UTC)
puppy_fair: (Serious woe thing)
From: [personal profile] puppy_fair
"Of course," Zack said quietly, eyes on the injury that she was holding into the sink. Oh, that was... it was bad, if it wasn't healing. Worse, if the poison in it was anything serious. "How'd you get that?"

The thought occurred to him a second after he'd asked it that maybe he didn't actually want the answer.

Date: 2017-07-12 01:41 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] puppy_fair
"Jerks," Zack muttered, because... hey. If there was one thing they could all agree on...

They were the reason he'd had to put down Essai and Sebastian. There was no love in his heart for AVALANCHE.

"I'm surprised they're still around."

Date: 2017-07-12 01:46 pm (UTC)
puppy_fair: (Focus)
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There wasn't anything about any of that that didn't make Zack frown a little more deeply. Ino's pain, the possibility of another AVALANCHE... all of it.

He pulled in a little breath as he watched the poison ooze from the wound.

"Not the same? So no Ravens, then?"

The important part. Between them and Genesis copies, he'd seen far too many good people lose themselves entirely to... to something else.

Date: 2017-07-12 02:07 pm (UTC)
puppy_fair: (Thoughtful)
From: [personal profile] puppy_fair
"Violent people with a grudge and no sense," Zack sighed. "There are a lot of those around, these days."

He watched the poison drain, and his arm tightened around her waist just a little bit more. Reflexively, protectively. Maybe something about having their bodies this close was a comfort, even while it made his insides twist.

And on that poison, his gaze remained. Thinking about what she was wearing and her reason for being out there in the first place just made his heart hurt.

"You get them, at least?"

Date: 2017-07-24 04:48 pm (UTC)
puppy_fair: (Default)
From: [personal profile] puppy_fair

"Good," Zack replied, voice going a little bit quieter. "... Do you get a lot of copycats?"

He couldn't imagine why anybody would want to pretend to be AVALANCHE, but the world took all types, he supposed.

Date: 2017-07-24 05:45 pm (UTC)
puppy_fair: (Default)
From: [personal profile] puppy_fair

Zack's grip tightened just that little bit more. Nobody was going to be hitting the floor on his watch tonight, no.

"Ah," he said, nodding a little. "A bit like the last few rebels in Wutai."

He'd been dealing with them for years by the time he'd... uh. Stopped.

Date: 2017-07-24 07:02 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] puppy_fair

Zack's gaze was still on the blood in the sink, but now he wasn't holding his breath. There was something less unnatural about it now, something that made his own blood run less chill.

That blood was a familiar sight. He could handle normal blood. Especially when it meant that Ino could get back to healing herself properly from there.

"Then I hope they get taken care of quickly."

Especially if they had poisons that resisted antidotes.

Date: 2017-07-26 12:23 am (UTC)
puppy_fair: (Sheepish)
From: [personal profile] puppy_fair
Zack waited quietly after that, watching her heal her arm, not wanting to distract her any more than he already had. His hand twitched a little, but he wasn't wearing anything currently equipped with his Curaga materia, and so there wasn't much he'd be able to do anyway.

"Anything I can do now?"

He suspected he was getting annoying, now.


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