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ok since ive been meaning to make one of these for like. days now im gonna toss up an rp ad with no cap for now! length will vary probably but thumbs up

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  ❝Oh... hey, Jack. It’s good to see you,❞ arms fold up over his chest followed by a nod and not-so obvious smile, ❝Wh-- Really? She’s alright? You talked to her?❞ well..yeah, he was worried. Not that he didn’t think she could take care of herself, but hearing that she was at least seen around was comforting on it’s own. Eight gives a quick uptake of his classmate--whom doesn’t really seem to have any external injuries. Even if he sounded like himself, it wouldn’t hurt to check, considering, ❝How about you? You okay? Or did the jump here jumble around some stuff up there?❞

     ❝ So, we finally meet in person! ❞ Jack’s glad, really– even if he’s used to all of his classmates shorting him down, Eight is one of the ones who will humor him sometimes, and that’s enough for him to feel extra attached.  ❝ Oh, guess who’s also here? Guess– oh, forget it! It’s Cater! ❞

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  One spur of the moment decision after the next lead to something he wasn’t all that sure of..while he knew the item in question locked around his wrist and the accompanying stranger’s, it didn’t really offer any comfort whatsoever. After staring for a prolonged amount of time at the handcuffs, he glanced over at him. It’s not like they willingly made a decision to get stuck together, so... Where’d the key go?

  ❝I’m Eight,❞ non-cuffed hand extended now--if he could try to get a normal introduction out he would, even if the situation was anything but that, ❝just to get that out there..since I don’t know how long we’ll be stuck like this.❞

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  While he didn’t really expect to find his classmate shoving as many honeybuns as he could in his mouth--probably imitating some challenge, somewhere--that’s, unfortunately, what he did. He’d just cut it down at the source before it has a chance to trivialize into something they couldn’t just sweep under the rug, probably. If Nine was going to get taken out somehow, he guessed it was better to choke on pastries. 

  ❝Hey, Nine, shouldn’t you focus on something else right about now?❞ he meant himself, of course. He wouldn’t leap into poking fun at him with their reunion, not that he cared much if it was heartwarming or not. Even Eight knew when something wasn’t appropriate for a situation. Buuut.. ❝Anyway, that’s not really a good idea, is it?❞ 

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happy egg day from your neighborhood class zero

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  He’d seek them all out himself if he absolutely had to. He’d remain with them no matter the moment it came down to (especially the last), or the decisions they had to ultimately make. Hand pressed against his own wrist between lapses of focused time to remind himself that there was indeed a heartbeat there. A feeling that pulsates with a certain vibrant fervor beneath his fingertips that’d often remain marvelously life affirming. In their final moments back on the battlefield where they’d lay to rest, devastatingly so. 

  He wasn’t a touchy guy otherwise. 

  ❝Ace,❞ thoughts scattered for the moment, soon easily recollected and set into place as he mulled over which to communicate first, though what initially takes priority is the simple matter of, ❝how are you holding up?❞

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  It was an odd comfort knowing more of his classmates were alive, though that alone wasn’t enough for him to shake the encompassing feeling of worry over them and what they’ll have to deal with next. It’s a vagueness frustratingly coated with uncertainty.

  ❝Cinque..yeah, but, not for very long. You just get here?❞ 

  ❝Ah, mhm,❞ palms-up to show his lack of gloves momentarily (the absence of similarity between pale, exposed skin alongside tan lines more obvious than he’d admit he was comfortable with) before he started digging in his pockets to pull out two Ring Pops still in their respectable wrappers. ❝They took my knuckles but, I got these in their place.❞ 

  ❝Except I don’t really eat candy, and I’m probably going to end up throwing them away, so it’s...kind of pointless, huh?❞ slight shift in hand to hold them more out to her for her to take, ❝Here.❞

the fifth & eighth ┇ cinque & eight

     IT’S ALMOST AS if all of them were taken here. There’s something absolutely unsettling about this, but Cinque decided to ignore it in favor of putting on a smile to greet her fellow classmate, along with a wave. She wasn’t an optimistic like Jack was, but she could at least not seem upset, especially when they all did their best to make her feel better.

                                         ( and each other,                                                      for death was not too far from their tails )

     ❝Eito! You’re here too? I didn’t think anyone else would be here!❞ Hands behind her back, slight rocking of her feet. Her voice is a bit cracked, just because even she was having a hard time taking all of this in. They shouldn’t be here, should they? Yet, here they are. Wounds clean, the aching stopped. Just what kind of a place was this?

     ❝Did they replace your stuff too? They gave Cinquey a wooden mace!❞

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 With one fist on his waist and another closed fist resting on his chin, his gaze stays locked in place on not really anything in particular as he hurriedly tries to piece together his sudden revival, and without really realizing it, inadvertently mumbled some of his questions out loud. Did Mother take care of this for him again? If she did, does that mean she’s here too? Well..she wouldn’t just do it and not be there to welcome him back..so, did someone else? 

  Or.. did he even really die? Well, there’s no point questioning that. He remembered it. He remembered how it felt. From their final conversations to leaning against them, sitting there, waiting for it to just fade out. In that moment, he was certain their time came and went. So, onto a new question; was the war over? 

  He wasn’t sure. 

  He didn’t have much more time to consider the remaining questions however, noticing someone’s gaze locked on him. He could usually judge at a glance what they meant (he had a sharper eye for body language, though it was generally easier to differentiate with the multitude of stares Class Zero garnered), and this one didn’t really seem hostile. Proven moreso when she looked away from him accompanied by her apology.

  ❝It doesn’t bother me,❞ candid, abrupt response (effort towards comfort more foreign and uncomfortable than anything for someone he barely knows above acquaintances) as he lowers his fist. It wasn’t that he wanted people to or anything, but..he grew accustomed to them. If he actually cared for them maybe it would have been suffocating. But he didn’t, so it wasn’t. 

  Silence casts over shortly while he goes over what he should say next. If he should say anything. He decides to pick something he immediately noticed, even if only for a moment before it went, a shot of curiosity pushing him more than anything. ❝Hey..are those--❞ brief motion to his own eyes, ❝--normal where you’re from?❞ 

  Quickly realizing he should be more specific, ❝The color, I mean.❞

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Shes not entirely sure what to react to first; the entire premise of her ‘kidnapping’, this strange city or the fact that’s she’s very powerless at the moment. Clenching her fists at her sides, the warrior exhales in an attempt to keep herself calm; right, right, she’s faced far worse things before, right? But even so, the blonde can’t help but have a foreboding feeling within her stomach…

Looking up from the asphalt, silver optics glance around for a moment as if in a desperate attempt to find what to do first. There’s so much on her mental list that she’s unsure of where to start first… However, something catches her eye and distracts her temporarily for the time being.

It’s the visage of a young man not too far away from her own position, not doing anything in particular. Now, the female very seldom sees males of his age due to her former profession and as a result, finds herself almost fascinated in a way… However, the embarrassment she feels is all too real when the other notices he’s been stared at, the silver hues of the blonde looking to the ground for a moment.

“O-Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare…”

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sixth--sense

  Her presence was surprising, but not unpleasant. 

  ❝Sice. So..you’re okay, too,❞ statement leaning more towards an escaped thought. Tone really no different than how he’d speak to a fellow classmate otherwise, ❝Do you know if Mother’s here? At a time like this, I don’t know...❞ he’d cut his sentence short by folding his arms, an elusive look of uncertainty gracing his face. If Sice was also fine, that must mean the others were too, right? His gaze shifts momentarily to break eye contact--not long, a couple seconds at the most--before looking at her once more. He felt brand new, actually. Or about as close to it as he could, all things considered.    ...then continued where he left off, ❝who else could have brought us back, huh?❞ 

  He wasn’t about to bombard her with questions. Leaving room for her to answer on her own..maybe she knew more than he did. He’ll see.

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30th August: Happy Birthday, Eight! ♠

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Final Fantasy Type-HD Release: 8 Days Left.

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