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Room 325, Tuesday Evening
It had been a good, long, productive day, especially at the reserves, and Arthur had retired to his room with a copy of Le Chemin de France and a bowl of grapes. And his Blackberry. His Blackberry was of some importance tonight. After all, he was still, technically, working.
That is to say he was calling Zack every hour on the dot just to check if he was still running. At the rate things were going, Arthur was starting to contemplate simply telling him to keep going until morning and see if it held.
Sir Dinadan, had he been present, would have had so many things to say, but this was a G-rated post.
[[ half-open door, open post, sure ]]
That is to say he was calling Zack every hour on the dot just to check if he was still running. At the rate things were going, Arthur was starting to contemplate simply telling him to keep going until morning and see if it held.
Sir Dinadan, had he been present, would have had so many things to say, but this was a G-rated post.
[[ half-open door, open post, sure ]]
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He was frequently ridiculous, yes.
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"You're talking about Deadpool's class the other week, aren't you?"
Well, that had been pretty sloppy.
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"Only if we ever find Angeal again," Zack answered, his tone a little too casual, especially for a guy who had been running for hours straight, now. "I guess."
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He mis-stepped, and the next series of sounds that Arthur might hear would be those of two feet and the one hand that wasn't holding the phone, scrabbling for better purchase on some falling rocks while Zack muttered mild curse words under his breath.
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He could handle worse!
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He didn't have to be prompted to keep running, by this point. He probably wasn't going to stop at midnight, either.
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Careful, Arthur. Once Zack starts forming words, they might turn into nonstop babble.
"But I don't believe Angeal would do that. He's too focused on honour and his pride as SOLDIER to just take off and abandon us."
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Arthur could always sympathise with Zack's stories about Angeal, for some reason. "Maybe there's some greater threat to SOLDIER right now," he ventured, "Or the rest of your people."
And now his head was pounding with some worry about what his knights must be thinking, with him gone for as long as he had been.
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Anything beyond that fact, though, just had Zack confused, and more than a little cranky that he couldn't figure out just what was going on.
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Then, with more understanding than Arthur would ever be able to admit to aloud without feeling like a massive traitor, he said, "Perhaps there are steps that have to be taken in this fight that Angeal felt wouldn't be welcomed by your superiors."
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"Do you suppose that's where he's gone? Trying to do something about Genesis, on his own?" He exhaled, a note of frustration slipping into his voice for all of a moment. "I should have gone with him. I trust Angeal to do what's right."
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Long, long pause.
"Anyway, maybe you're of more use right where you are. And I don't mean 'scrambling around the countryside nearly cracking open your own skull like an idiot'."
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It was an attempt at levity. Zack kinda sucked at those, sometimes.
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Okay, so maybe most people couldn't. Most people probably couldn't jump just about as high as he'd nearly fallen from at a standstill, either. Zack tended to forget these things sometimes.
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He pursed his lips. "I'll talk to you in an hour," he said, finally. "Pizza or not, you'd better still be going by then."