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Wall Market cont'd
by 01_one_man_army (01_one_man_army)
at February 19th, 2006 (08:18 pm)

Zell being Zell found himself torn between running after Zack or running after Rufus, at least until he meets Cal’s flat glare and catches the brief jerk of her head to right.




He darts after Zack. And within centimeters of the side door, finds a fist in his jacket hauling him bodily inside and then slamming him up against the wall.

“What the hell’s he going to Wall Market for,” Zack hisses, exhibiting a remarkable recovery in his complete absence of retching now and slamming on the water faucet to cover the lack of appropriate sound effects.

“I don’t know!”

“You're his bodyguard, Dincht, it’s your bloody job to know!” Another snarl and then Zack stalks away, pacing angrily. “Avalanche has spies all over the Slums. If they figure out where he’s headed…”

“The Turk’s going with him.” Zell felt compelled to point that out.

“The entire bleeding army could go with him and he wouldn’t be any safer. A guy who stands out as much as he does can’t just waltz around in the open and not expect to get noticed.”

Zell couldn’t argue with that. “Couldn’t he….I dunno, go in disguise or something?”

A snort from Zack. “Young corporate executive out for a night on the town, maybe? Rich boy slumming it up? He can’t act worth a damn, someone would see right through it unless…..”

Pause. A look of almost unholy glee had appeared on the older SOLDIER’s face.

Zell prudently takes a step back. “Unless…?” he prods warily.

Zack beams. It’s like watching a tiger yawn. “Go get him.”

Even more warily, as that look had never boded well for anyone: “Why?”

Zack makes a shooing motion rather than answer. “Hurry up or he’ll get away! Tell him I’ll allow him to go to Wall Market on one condition, and if he doesn’t agree he’ll find the entirety of Shinra on alert for a Vice Presidential escapee.”

“That’s kinda low, isn’t it?”

“Better that than a bullet in his head. Go get him. I’ll have to make a few calls real quick…”

“You should probably put some pants on too.”

“….oh right.”


Fortunately or unfortunately for Rufus, Zell's experience with chasing down fleeing prey has been made up of chasing down the most elusive quarry of all, the solitary and wily Squall Leonhart, and it would be safe to say that Zell is by now very, very good at catching up to people who didn't want to be caught up to.

"Mr. Vice President sir!" Waving arms and all. It looks a little retarded, but it also makes it impossible for Rufus to ignore him.

Repeat Zack's message. Wait for automatic suspicious 'and just what is this condition' response.

Zell tries out his very best innocent look. "No idea. Better go back and ask him, yah?"


Posted by: 01_one_man_army (01_one_man_army)
Posted at: February 21st, 2006 07:39 pm (UTC)

“Schoolboy is good. He’ll have to learn how to blush and keep his eyes down, but that shouldn’t be too difficult.” Zack rather specializes in making other people turn red, either from embarrassment or anger. He takes a step back and eyes Rufus in that way he knew Cloud hated, the I’m Mentally Undressing You Again look. “Glitter. And mess up the hair, make it look like you just finished getting tumbled.”

Broad grin at Rufus’ spluttering. “A sheet over your head would be terribly conspicuous, Your Highnessness.”

Of course he was going to use Cloud. Better than a real boywhore, because Cloud still blushed no matter what Zack talked him into or how often it happened.

“Harem?” Expression innocent as can be. “That’s ridiculous slander against my good name. I can’t help it if I’m popular.”

Rufus’ deferral to Cal is noted with a great deal of satisfaction. If the boy can’t trust Zack yet, fine, but at least he’s listening to Sephiroth. And so long as Cal doesn’t say anything too terribly unflattering about this venture…

Her dead voice crushes that hope immediately. “The Captain is indulging his pathological habit of wreaking chaos wherever he possibly can,” she states flatly, ignoring his wounded and accusatory look. “But,” she concedes, “from a purely logical perspective, such a disguise would grant you anonymity and freedom of movement in the lower world, as well as excuse your escort of a SOLDIER and a Turk and their …possessiveness over your person.” That’s almost certainly directed at Zack, reminding him to keep his hands to himself.

“Aside from the indignity, Mr. Vice President, I can’t offer a better solution that would fulfill your requirements.”

“Might broaden your horizons, too,” Zack adds unnecessarily. “Rafe and I would be more than happy to show you a few…tricks of the trade, to make the performance as authentic as possi—OW.”

Cal finished grinding her boot heel into his foot and steps aside, satisfied.

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