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| (2013-10-08 - Now) |
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| Zack Fair | CLOUD NINE Zack Fair doesn't come here very often. It's not that he doesn't like the place, or that he doesn't like the atmosphere, or that he doesn't like Traverse Town; in fact, he very much likes the place, in no small part because of the famous barmaid. Sure, it was for totally the wrong reasons, but everybody had their own reasons for liking a place. No, the reason Zack is almost never in Traverse Town is that Zack is constantly moving. He's never in one place for very long - there's too much to do, too much to get done. He's got Ramza's camp to follow, he's got his own private jobs to deal with (otherwise he'd never have *money*), and he's always being accosted by Heartless. Today is a different day, though. Today, Zack has multiple reasons for coming into the bar. He pushes inside, checks his wrist, then tucks his hands behind his head as a wide grin spreads across his face. "Hey there! How's it going?" Zack heads over to the bar, swings onto the stool, and leans over. "It's been a while. Sorry I haven't dropped in lately; I've, uh, I've been busy. Think I could get a drink?" |
| Tifa Lockhart | Tifa Lockhart is hmming along merrily when she's working. She adores her work after all, handling the bar, meeting with the people, serving the drinks, and its always nice to meet the people. There's always interesting conversations going on after all. Most of her work on the quiet times is to clean up, and handle the rooms too, or inventory making. Always something to do. She smiles, sliding a hand around her ear to push away some loose strands of hair as she turns toward the door "Hey Zack. Don't worry about it, everyone's been busy recently after all." She hmms, sliding behind the counter to her spot "What brings you around today?" |
| Zack Fair | "Business has been good, huh?" Zack asks as he settles in. "Glad to hear it. I can't say the same; seems like it's been kinda quiet on the war front. I'd say it's too bad, but...hey, if nobody's dyin', it's a good thing. 'fraid it's mostly just been odd jobs. Think I can get a drink?" Zack shifts a bit in his seat, his eyes on Tifa's. "Well, I started thinkin' about you recently. And I happened to be in the neighborhood, so I figured, why not drop on by?" His grin widens a little, but his eyes drift away from hers - looking around the bar hurriedly, to make sure it's safe. Zack is, after all, still a hunted man as far as he knows, and ShinRa's reach is wide. His eyes slide back to hers once he's sure the bar is empty. "And also...I wanted to ask you some more questions. About AVALANCHE." |
| Tifa Lockhart | Tifa Lockhart has a bit of that playful smirk when you say that you were thinking about her "And what were you thinking about?" She teases. She's good at that too. She smiles pleasantly, as she readies the drink, and leans on the counter top on her elbows. But then she nods, taking a more serious expression at that last part. She knows your stance on it, so she's not worried about that part either. She shakes her head "Its safe to talk here, noone's in either today. You know we're not doing much, but we haven't forgotten what we're standing for either." |
| Zack Fair | "A lot of things," Zack replies cheerfully, "I was thinking about maybe taking you out for dinner again sometime, if you were interested." But Zack, too, sobers up quickly once he has his drink - ironically. He picks up the drink and takes a sip, his eyes drifting down to it. "You said you were still fighting ShinRa, right? You'd just changed the ways you guys did it in. That you weren't involved in the old stuff, the bad stuff - what AVALANCHE was doing before the worlds collapsed." Zack is quiet for a really long moment, nursing his drink thoughtfully. Finally... "So what are you fighting for now? Just...to beat ShinRa?" |
| Tifa Lockhart | Tifa Lockhart nods at that, sighing "I only heard stories about what happened before, I wasn't there to see it. I don't think I would have wanted to be part of the group at that time either. I arrived when Barrett was the leader, and while the methods were not the best, at least we only targetted Shinra, not everything else." She pulls away from the counter, thinking "... Honestly, I don't know. I know revenge doesn't bring back the dead, but at the same time, I feel like I'd go nuts if I didn't have something to hate or focus on." She sighs "So its part of why I have a bar, that I train, that I help out with different operations. If I didn't do that, I think I'd just... keep thinking... to what happened before, when I lost everything I had, the things I didn't realize I cherished or took for granted until they were ripped away from me." |
| Zack Fair | Zack is quiet for a really long time. "I can understand that," he says finally, his voice low, "The idea of needing something to hold onto, to be angry at, or you'll lose it...yeah. I get that." Zack drains his drink and sets the empty glass on the bar. "I do. I mean...for a while after I quit, the only thing I thought about was about how I was gonna be a mercenary. I rode as far as I could, in the back of that pickup truck, holding that thought in my mind as hard as I could. That life was gonna be better, that everything was gonna be okay." He smiles, grimly, his bright blue-green eyes sinking shut. "I think sometimes I even believed it. But mostly, I think I just needed it to hold on." "Anyway...I was thinking. What if...what if you had AVALANCHE hire itself out to help people?" |
| Tifa Lockhart | Tifa Lockhart crosses her arms at that "Well, we kinda already are. I've been doing the odd job to raise money. It was going to be used for future operations and such, but... I don't know if we'll ever go back to those kind of days either. Its probably better if we didn't. But anyway, just to say that I already am doing that, just not under the name of Avalanche... because... you know, it has a bad reputation to start with, as you pointed out. I'm not sure how people would react to that... |
| Zack Fair | "Poorly," Zack says honestly, "People are probably gonna react really poorly to AVALANCHE trying to help people. People are gonna react super poorly, and they probably won't listen at first. But...I know this guy; he really needs the help. And a lot of people don't like him, either, but...he saved my life. I'd trust him with it any day of the week." Zack's frown shifts to a wistful smile as he holds up his glass. "And while it's not gonna help either of your groups' names to join up...it might help you both in the long run." "Plus, I'd get to spend more time here, and my winning personality is *always* a plus," Zack adds, a grin flipping across his face. "You willing to meet this guy and at least talk with him?" |
| Tifa Lockhart | Tifa Lockhart laughs good heartedly at your flirting. She's used to it as a barmaid, but its still flattering. She just has a rather closed up heart it seems, even if its a hgue one filled with compassion, she doesn't allow many to get deeper in. "I'm fine with meeting him, what's the worse that can happen, that I don't like his project after offering it? There's always space for more ideas either way." She reaches over to bring her cup of tea over, sipping on it quietly while chatting with you "Its not like having more of you around is a bad thing either." |
| Zack Fair | Zack is quiet for a moment. Then he grins. "Alright, sounds great. I'll let him know, and you can decide for yourself if you wanna help him out." "But I figure...I figure you guys are gonna get along just fine. Call it a hunch, huh? You both might be able to profit from this pretty well." Zack turns around, his arms against the bar, and stares out the door. "...hey, Tifa?" "This world-merging thing...I know it's brought the Heartless, but...I'm kinda glad it happened. I feel like I probably wouldn't've gotten to meet you if it hadn't." |
| Tifa Lockhart | Tifa Lockhart smiles "You've made me pretty curious about that guy now. If you hold him in such high regards and all." She's relaxed right now, in her element. She's never cooler than when she's behind the counter. Except when she's fighting maybe. The next part though, makes her frown a little. She knows you don't seem to remember the events in Nibelheim fully, but its still a bit disconcerting. "You don't remember that we met before, but yes, at least we met again. Even when old memories are missing, being alive to make new ones matters more, doesn't it?" She smiles at that "Of course, you are quite welcomed to come around more often, and I wouldn't mind another date sometimes too. I don't get out of the bar to relax that often. |
| Zack Fair | Zack smiles. "I do hold him in high regard. Like I said, he's the guy who saved my life; he found me broken and bleeding after the worlds merged, and he brought me back from the brink. He didn't want anything from me; he wouldn't take anything from me, either. He just did it because it was the right thing to do." Zack looks down at his glass and frowns. Something tugs at the back of his mind, but he disregards it; it's clearly not that important, or he'd remember it. "It was something I wasn't sure still existed in the world. I've seen a lot of guys with cold hearts, cruel hearts...I've seen a lot of bad guys over my time in ShinRa...but I haven't seen a lot of people who were just kind. He reminded me that it wasn't something the world had lost. I really needed it." His frown turns into a wistful smile. "I /really/ needed it." |
| Tifa Lockhart | Tifa Lockhart reaches over to pat and squeeze your shoulder "Well I hope you know that, despite that I didn't save your life, that I'm still there for you should you need someone to lean against, or simply talk their ears off for an evening because you want to get a load off your chest. There's plenty of reasons to want people around you. If you couldn't get to trust anyone at all, I think it'd be a very dark, depressing world." |
| Zack Fair | Zack is quiet for a really long time, just looking at Tifa - in the eyes, notably, which generally means that he's being really, really serious. He stares at her, silent, unblinking; Zack doesn't blink much, she may have noticed. Those big, bright, blue-green eyes...they just stare, as though they're considering every word she just said. He looks unusually thoughtful - a brief, flitting reminder of how deceptively simple Zack actually is. Finally, he moves, a grin spreading across his face. "Yeah. Yeah, I think I'd like that. Thanks, Tifa." Zack touches his finger to his ear as everything goes bananas on the radio. A look of concern spreads across his face. "Speaking of that...I've got to go. My friends are in trouble." "Raincheck on the dinner." Zack swings off the stool, grabs his sword, and slings it over the shoulder. "Wear something gorgeous, huh? I'm probably gonna need something nice to look at when I get back." |
| Tifa Lockhart | Tifa Lockhart grins "I'll remember that. You take care and come back soon. There's a seat with your name." |