Post by Guest on Mar 28, 2008 13:27:40 GMT -5
Hello I'm applying for Zack Fair because I can relate to his character most in all the FF series, (which I understand isn't enough lol) and I'm unsure of what classes are available, but I feel like it'd be something related to fighting. Um I've been obsessed with the character Zack since the first FF7 and I've played through Crisis Core at least a dozen times both english and japanese, so I hope I pass at least remotely or you can help me find what I need to do to fix my writing.
071. Broken.
or...
086. Choices.
Where had his honor gone?
He sat in the lobby of the Shinra building, refusing to look at the sword that rested against the window leading to the overcast skies of Midgar. The fresh cut on his cheek still stung from the treatment he had just received, and he couldn't help but begin to touch it before bringing his hands down on the table and shoving his face in his arms.
Angeal...
Kunsel, a SOLDIER 2nd class had approached from behind him without Zack's knowing and sat next to him at the table. "Zack..."
He didn't say anything.
"Hey, man, the higher ups are starting to worry about you. I've never seen you like this, what's going on?"
"Leave him."
Zack turned his head slightly to see a hint of a man in a black coat with long white hair, before Kunsel stood up and saluted before leaving the lobby. There was complete silence between the two, Zack could tell the man hadn't moved from where he had sent Kunsel off.
"He preached about Honor a lot to Genesis and I."
Zack lifted his head to meet the gaze of Sephiroth and couldn't help but feel a wave of shame overcome him. "I...couldn't..."
Sephiroth shrugged. "Angeal knew what he was doing."
There was a loud ring as Zack's fist hit the table. "I know! I...I know that..."
Sephiroth chuckled, prompting a glare from Zack. "What's so funny about this?!"
He smiled. "You remind me of him. He would talk about honor and loyalty, among other things, and dwell constantly on losses where there wasn't anything he could do."
Zack frowned. "And how is that supposed to help me?!"
Sephiroth began walking towards the doorway. "Don't follow Angeal to the grave."
The words stung.
"Sephiroth was the one originally picked for this mission. Angeal and Genesis were his only friends..."
He remembered Tseng's words and couldn't help but sigh and rest his head against the cold table.
He's my friend too!
The lighting in the building and the darkened sky did nothing to get rid of the twisting in his gut. It was like an array of light fighting off the inevitable dark of night, mirroring the conflict inside of him and bringing him to look at the sword for the first time since he received it.
He felt the tears come and realized that he couldn't stop them. He buried his face in his hands and wished Aerith had been there this time to help him through this again.
But even her embrace hadn't been enough to let him forget. To let him get up again.
You have to have honor. You have to have dreams.
He looked at the sword and drug it towards him. The symbol of Angeal's family's honor. And now his honor.
Men cry not for themselves, but for their comrades.
He remembered those words, and began to stand up as the images of those whose pain he had failed to prevent, and the suffering he failed to stop. He stood up with the sword in his hand and realized he had made his choice when he entered SOLDIER.
We're not monsters.
They were protectors. Zack had every intention of remaining so. He had been through everything, learned from the best, and had become the first class, just like he had dreamed. His job wasn't done, and he knew what he had to do. He sheathed the sword to the magnet on his back and began to walk towards the briefing room to confront everything. To confront him.
There was no where to run, he could only walk forward.
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I can write more if I need to...
071. Broken.
or...
086. Choices.
Where had his honor gone?
He sat in the lobby of the Shinra building, refusing to look at the sword that rested against the window leading to the overcast skies of Midgar. The fresh cut on his cheek still stung from the treatment he had just received, and he couldn't help but begin to touch it before bringing his hands down on the table and shoving his face in his arms.
Angeal...
Kunsel, a SOLDIER 2nd class had approached from behind him without Zack's knowing and sat next to him at the table. "Zack..."
He didn't say anything.
"Hey, man, the higher ups are starting to worry about you. I've never seen you like this, what's going on?"
"Leave him."
Zack turned his head slightly to see a hint of a man in a black coat with long white hair, before Kunsel stood up and saluted before leaving the lobby. There was complete silence between the two, Zack could tell the man hadn't moved from where he had sent Kunsel off.
"He preached about Honor a lot to Genesis and I."
Zack lifted his head to meet the gaze of Sephiroth and couldn't help but feel a wave of shame overcome him. "I...couldn't..."
Sephiroth shrugged. "Angeal knew what he was doing."
There was a loud ring as Zack's fist hit the table. "I know! I...I know that..."
Sephiroth chuckled, prompting a glare from Zack. "What's so funny about this?!"
He smiled. "You remind me of him. He would talk about honor and loyalty, among other things, and dwell constantly on losses where there wasn't anything he could do."
Zack frowned. "And how is that supposed to help me?!"
Sephiroth began walking towards the doorway. "Don't follow Angeal to the grave."
The words stung.
"Sephiroth was the one originally picked for this mission. Angeal and Genesis were his only friends..."
He remembered Tseng's words and couldn't help but sigh and rest his head against the cold table.
He's my friend too!
The lighting in the building and the darkened sky did nothing to get rid of the twisting in his gut. It was like an array of light fighting off the inevitable dark of night, mirroring the conflict inside of him and bringing him to look at the sword for the first time since he received it.
He felt the tears come and realized that he couldn't stop them. He buried his face in his hands and wished Aerith had been there this time to help him through this again.
But even her embrace hadn't been enough to let him forget. To let him get up again.
You have to have honor. You have to have dreams.
He looked at the sword and drug it towards him. The symbol of Angeal's family's honor. And now his honor.
Men cry not for themselves, but for their comrades.
He remembered those words, and began to stand up as the images of those whose pain he had failed to prevent, and the suffering he failed to stop. He stood up with the sword in his hand and realized he had made his choice when he entered SOLDIER.
We're not monsters.
They were protectors. Zack had every intention of remaining so. He had been through everything, learned from the best, and had become the first class, just like he had dreamed. His job wasn't done, and he knew what he had to do. He sheathed the sword to the magnet on his back and began to walk towards the briefing room to confront everything. To confront him.
There was no where to run, he could only walk forward.
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I can write more if I need to...
