#zack's adventures in the er

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got told I'm gonna get fired if I don't learn to stop being autistic 👍

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Disability (TV Shows)

A:

Action Pack (2022)

Eon (Down Syndrome)

Adventure Time (2010)

Finn Mertens (Amputee)

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (2013)

Akela Amador (Blind, Prosthetic User)

Daniel Sousa (Amputee, Crutch User)

Gordon (Blind)

Leo Fitz (Brain Damage)

Alladin (1994)

Mechanicles (Low Vision)

All The Light We Cannot See (2023)

Marie-Laure (Blind)

American Dragon: Jake Long (2005)

Peg Leg Pat (Amputee)

A Million Little Things (2018)

Eddie Saville (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Amphibia (2019)

Angwin (Blind)

Lysil (Blind)

Stumpy Stumpson (Multi-Limb Amputee)

Arrested Development (2003)

Buster Bluth (Amputee)

Jack Dorso (Paralyzed)

J. Walter Weatherman (Amputee)

Marky Bark (Prosopagnosia/Face Blindness)

Rita Leeds (Unspecified Intellectual Disability)

Arthur (1996)

Binky Barnes (Allergy - Food)

Buster Baxter (Asthma)

Carl Gould (Autistic)

Francis Haney (Dyslexia)

Fred (Colour Blind)

Fritz Langley (Arthritis)

George Lundgren (Dyslexia)

Jenna Morgan (Allergy - Food)

Jessica (Allergy - Food)

Keith Powers (Autistic)

Lydia Fox (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Maria Pappas (Stutter)

Marina Datillo (Blind)

Mr. Morris (Asthma, Allergies - Dust, Food, Pollen)

Nemo (Allergy - Food)

Nigel Ratburn (Hard of Hearing)

Pickles the Clown (Allergy - Animal)

As We See It (2022)

Harrison Dietrich (Autistic)

Jack Hoffman (Autistic)

Violet Wu (Autistic)

Atypical (2017)

Sam Gardner (Autistic)

Avatar: Legend of Korra (2012)

Ming Hua (No Arms)

Avatar: The Last Airbender (2005)

Combustion Man (Multi-Limb Amputee)

Teo (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Toph Beifong (Blind)

B:

Battlestar Galactica (2004)

Felix Gaeta (Amputee)

Big City Greens (2018)

Bill Green (Amputee)

Big Mouth (2017)

Caleb Linden (Autistic)

Lars (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Breaking Bad (2008)

Walter White Jr. (Cerebral Palsy)

Bluey (2018)

Dougie (Deaf)

Bob's Burgers (2011)

Courtney Wheeler (Congenital Heart Condition)

Rudolph "Regular Sized Rudy" Stieblitz (Asthma)

Bones (2005)

Zack Addy (Autistic)

Buzz Lightyear of Star Command (2000)

Zeb Nebula (Amputee)

C:

Call the Midwife (2012)

Sally Harper (Down Syndrome)

Chicago Med (2015)

Isidore Latham (Autistic)

Colin from Accounts (2022)

Colin (Wheelchair User)

Community (2009)

Abed Nadir (Autistic)

Jeremy Simmons (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Craig of the Creek (2018)

Jackie (Deaf)

D:

Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood (2012)

Chrissie (Unspecified Disability, Crutch User)

Daredevil (2015)

Matthew Murdock/Daredevil (Blind)

Stick (Blind)

Dead End: Paranormal Park (2022)

Hercules (Unspecified Limb Difference)

Nora Khan (Autistic)

Zagan (Amputee)

Deca-Dence (2020)

Natsume (Amputee)

Dirty God (2019)

Jade (Facial Difference)

Doc McStuffins (2012)

Wildlife Will (No Legs)

Doug (1991)

Chad Mayonnaise (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Dragon Tales (1999)

Lorca (No Wings, Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

DuckTales (2017)

Black Heron (Amputee)

Della Duck (Amputee)

E:

Elena of Avalor (2016)

Cristina (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Empire (2015)

Lucious Lyon (Amputee)

ER (1994)

Kerry Weaver (Congenital Hip Dysplasia)

Extraordinary Attorney Woo (2022)

Woo Young-Woo (Autistic)

Extreme Ghostbusters (1997)

Garrett Miller (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

F:

Fairy Tail (2009)

Gildarts Clive (Multi-Limb Amputee)

Family Guy (1999)

Joe Swanson (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Fear the Walking Dead (2015)

Wendell Rabinowitz (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Fireman Sam (1987)

Hannah Sparkes (Unspecified Walking Disability, Wheelchair User)

Fish Hooks (2010)

Chief (Amputee)

Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends (2004)

Wilt (Amputee)

G:

Game of Thrones (2011)

Bran Stark (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Jaime Lannister (Amputee)

Tyrion Lannister (Dwarfism)

Gargoyles (1994)

Halcyon Renard (Unspecified Illness, Wheelchair User)

Glee (2009)

Artie Abrams (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Becky Jackson (Down Syndrome)

Glitch Techs (2020)

Miko Kubota (ADHD)

Goldie & Bear (2015)

Marian Locks (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Gravity Falls (2012)

Mr. Poolcheck (Amputee)

Grey's Anatomy (2005)

Arizona Robbins (Amputee)

Christina Yang (Dyslexia)

Lucas Adams (ADHD)

Nick Marsh (ADHD)

Virginia Dixon (Autistic)

Growing Up Fisher (2015)

Mel Fisher (Blind)

H:

Hailey's On It (2023)

The Professor (Partially Blind)

Hamster & Gretel (2022)

Gretel Grant-Gomez (ADHD)

Harley Quinn (2019)

Barbara "Babs" Gordon/Batgirl (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Sy Borgman (Amputee, Wheelchair User)

Hazbin Hotel (2024)

Lute (Amputee)

Vaggie (Partially Blind)

Hawkeye (2021)

Clint Barton/Hawkeye (Deaf)

Maya Lopez/Echo (Deaf, Amputee)

Heartbreak High (2022)

Quinni Gallagher-Jones (Autistic)

Heartstoppers (2022)

Felix Britten (Wheelchair User)

House (2004)

Gregory House (Limited Mobility, Cane User)

Human Resources (2022)

Alice Wong (Spinal Muscular Atrophy, Wheelchair User)

I:

Inside Job (2021)

Andre Lee (Tourette's Syndrome)

Reagan Ridley (Autistic, Amputee)

In the Dark (2019)

Murphy Mason (Blind)

J:

Jessie (2011)

(Future) Jessie Prescott (Partially Blind)

K:

Kim Possible (2002)

Betty Director (Partially Blind)

Felix Renton (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Sheldon "Gemini" Director (Amputee, Partially Blind)

L:

Land of the Dead (2005)

Charlie Houk (Intellectual Disability, Partially Blind)

Lilo & Stitch: The Series (2003)

Clyde (Amputee)

Loudermilk (2017)

Roger Frostly (Limb Difference)

M:

MacGyver (2016)

Matilda "Matty" Webber (Dwarfism)

Mighty Ducks: The Animated Series (1996)

Baron Von Licktenstamp (Amputee, Partially Blind)

Duke L'Orange (Partially Blind)

Miles From Tomorrowland (2015)

Gong Gong (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Mom (2013)

Adam Janikowski (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Mr. Munson (Blind)

Monster High (2022)

Deuce Gorgon (Dyslexic)

Finnegan Wake (Limited Mobility)

Meowlody (ADHD)

Twyla Boogeyman (Autistic)

Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur (2023)

Eli (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (2010)

Kerfuffle (Amputee)

Scootaloo (Underdeveloped Wings, Limited Abilities)

Stellar Eclipse (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Twist (Speech Impediment)

N:

NCIS (2003)

Carol Wilson (Dwarfism)

Delilah Fielding-McGee (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

NCIS: Los Angeles (2009)

Hetty Lange (Dwarfism)

Joelle Taylor (Amputee)

NCIS: New Orleans (2014)

Patton Plame (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Never Have I Ever (2020)

Rebecca Hall-Yoshida (Down Syndrome)

New Amsterdam (2018)

Elizabeth Wilder (Deaf)

Lauren Bloom (ADHD)

New Girl (2011)

Winston Bishop (Colour Blind)

Ninjago (2011)

Bob (Deaf)

Cyrus Borg (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Jacob Pevsner (Blind)

No-Eyed Pete (Blind)

O:

Once Upon a Time (2011)

Blind Witch (Blind)

Seer (Blind)

Only Murders in the Building (2021)

Theo Dimas (Deaf)

Paulette (Wheelchair User)

Our Flag Means Death (2022)

Black Pete (Cleft Lip, Lisp)

Israel "Izzy" Hands (Amputee)

P:

Panic (2022)

Dayna Mason (Wheelchair User)

Parenthood (2010)

Max Braverman (Autistic)

Paw Patrol (2013)

Rex (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Pelswick (2000)

Pelswick Eggert (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Percy Jackson and the Olympians (2023)

Hephaestus (Unspecified Disability, Cane User)

Person of Interest (2011)

Harold Finch (Chronic Pain, Limited Mobility, Cane User)

Phineas and Ferb (2007)

Heinz Doofenshmirtz (Multi-Limb Amputee)

PJ Masks (2015)

Ivan/Ice Cub (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Polly Pocket (2018)

Lila Draper (Diabetes)

Rahim (Deaf)

Puppy Dog Pals (2017)

Lollie (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Pupstruction (2023)

Roxy (Amputee, Wheelchair User)

Q:

R:

Raising Dion (2019)

Dion (ADHD, Asthma)

Esperanza Jimenez (Osteogenesis Imperfecta, Wheelchair User)

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja (2012)

S. Ward Smith (Blind)

Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure (2017)

Hook Foot (Amputee)

Hook Hand (Amputee)

King Edmund (Amputee)

Lord Demanitus (Partially Blind)

Roswell, New Mexico (2019)

Alex Manes (Amputee)

S:

Sesame Street (1969)

Ameera (Spinal Cord Injury, Wheelchair/Crutches User)

Aristotle (Blind)

Julia (Autistic)

Katie (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Linda (Deaf)

Tarah (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Tyrone "Traction" "TJ" Jackson (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Sex Education (2019)

Aisha Green (Deaf)

Isaac Goodwin (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Shake It Up (2010)

Cecelia "CeCe" Jones (Dyslexia)

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)

Entrapta (Autistic)

Tallstar (Amputee)

Silent Witness (1996)

Clarissa Mullery (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

South Park (1997)

James "Jimmy" Vulmer (Limited Mobility)

Timmy L. Burch (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Speechless (2016)

J.J. DiMeo (Cerebral Palsy)

Spirit Riding Free (2017)

Eleanor Kimble (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Star Trek: The Next Generation (1987)

Geordi La Forge (Blind)

Star Wars Rebels (2014)

Kanan Jarrus (Blind)

Station 19 (2018)

Robert Sullivan (Chronic Pain)

Stumptown (2019)

Ansel Parios (Down Syndrome)

Supernatural (2005)

Bobby Singer (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Eileen Leahy (Deaf)

Pamela Barnes (Blind)

Superstore (2015)

Garrett McNeil (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Nicki (Dwarfism, Wheelchair User)

S.W.A.T. (2017)

Dominique Luca (Dyslexia)

T:

Teamo Supremo (2002)

Larry/Laser Pirate (Partially Blind)

The Baby-Sitters Club (2020)

Stacey McGill (Type 1 Diabetes)

The Big Bang Theory (2007)

Emily (Deaf)

Sheldon Cooper (Autistic)

The Casagrandes (2019)

Carlos "CJ" Casagrande Jr. (Down Syndrome)

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (2021)

James "Bucky" Barnes (Amputee)

The Flash (2014)

Hartley Rathaway/Pied Piper (Deaf)

The Ghost and Molly McGee (2021)

Juniper "June" Chen (Autistic)

The Good Doctor (2017)

Shaun Murphy (Autistic)

The Lion Guard (2016)

Ono (Low Vision)

The Little Mermaid (1992)

Gabriella (Deaf)

The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (1888)

Papa Heffalump (Allergies)

The Office (2005)

William "Billy" Merchant (Wheelchair User)

The Owl House (2020)

Dell Clawthorne (Partially Blind)

Eda Clawthorne (Amputee)

Hieronymus Bump (Low Vision)

Luz Noceda (ADHD)

The Proud Family (2001)

Bebe Winans (Autistic)

Johnny McBride (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

The Rookie (2018)

Tim Bradford (Unspecified Learning Disability)

The Sex Lives of College Girls (2021)

Jocelyn (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

The Suite Life of Zack & Cody (2005)

Bob (Dyslexic)

The Walking Dead (2010)

Connie (Deaf)

Hershel Greene (Amputee)

The Wild Thornberrys (1998)

Bethany Gibson (Cerabral Palsy, Wheelchair User)

The 100 (2014)

Raven Reyes (Chronic Pain, Nerve Damage)

This Close (2019)

Kate (Deaf)

Michael (Deaf)

Thomas and Friends: All Engines Go (2021)

Bruno (Autistic)

Total Drama (Franchise)

Cody (Allergies)

Jay (Allergies, Lactose Intolerance)

Mickey (Allergies, Lactose Intolerance)

Hezekias "Zee" (Limb Difference)

U:

V:

Voltron: Legendary Defender (2016)

Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane (Amputee)

W:

X:

Y:

Years and Years (2019)

Rosie Lyons (Spina Bifida, Wheelchair User)

Z:

#:

101 Dalmatians: The Series (1997)

Tripod (Amputee)

101 Dalmatian Street (2019)

Da Vinci (Autistic)

Dawkins (Autistic)

Delgado (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

9-1-1 (2018)

Christopher Diaz (Cerebral Palsy)

9-1-1: Lone Star (2020)

Mateo Chavez (Dyslexia)

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The entire comic if people wanted these images. Obligatory commentary by Zack Rock below.

Cover - I know how to say a lot of things in Japanese. And they are all inflammatory. That is what happens when you learn a language from an exchange student in high school. If ever I visit that great land, I may not be able to get directions to one of their magic robot toilets, but I will be able to pick a fight with someone five different ways. And this is why international student exchange programs are so successful. HI-YA!

Hope you enjoy it and don't get too distracted by the fact that I keep giving my characters the same haircut.

Oh, I should point out that most of the script was written by Nik Blahunka, but I added my share of zingers and weird visual gags.

1. As you can see, I tried hard to give the effect of a cheaply-printed manga, completely with chunky half-tones and lousy paper. Unfortunately, for all my attempts to make this as mangay as possi... whoa, er, for all my attempts to make this as manga-esque as possible, this still somehow ended up looking a LOT like a Zack Rock comic. I think I went wrong when I drew it while me.

Be sure to come back next week for page 2, wherein our heroes talk a lot more, and a verbal joke undermines a visual one. STAY TUNED!

But before I go! I'm sure you've already been petitioned to give to relief efforts in Japan, but if you have yet to actually donate and are just waiting for the right needle to come along and break your camel's back, let me be that needle (I'm thin and sharp and can give you tetanus, it only seems right). Charity Navigator set up a helpful list of organizations operating in Japan; pick one you trust, and send them a few bucks. Every little bit helps.

2. But... but if Kit can't open doors, HOW does he drive the car?! The tenuous grip on realism this comic began with slips ever further.

3. Bologna! It's not just a lunchmeat that tastes like my brother's socks!* It's also an Italian town that hosts a Children's Book Fair that I've just returned from! I'm thinking of writing up a post on my rollercoaster of a visit there, but in the meantime enjoy the latest page from the Adventures of Kit and the other guy whose name I don't have time to look up, Cujo or something.

*How do I know what my brother's socks taste like? Let's just say he was a hyperactive older brother and the therapy is helping.

6. Yowzers, that's some delicious-looking tea, amirite?!

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60 Questions about Mithra

Some background information about Mithra Valkyris

1: What’s your OCs favorite color?

Mithra’s favorite color is most definitely red, specifically dark crimson, the same color as blood. Her 2nd Class SOLDIER uniform sports this color, as do several other outfits that she wears.

2: Where does your OC work?

Mithra used to plunder people’s homes for clients as a part of a thieving ring. She was rewarded for her skills with food, clothing, and a place to stay. Unfortunately, the job ran out of use for her when she reached her late teens. In order to avoid having to sell her body to ensure a stable life, Mithra ran away from that particular part of Midgar and joined SOLDIER, the elite military group. They were reluctant to accept her at first due to the fact that she was female, but her skills in stealth ended up proving quite valuable to Shinra.

3: What’s your OCs favorite food?

Mithra is fond of anything that’s spicy. She can tolerate spicy food better than most of her friends. Mithra also has a very strong sweet tooth, preferring her coffee sweet and having a fondness for anything with chocolate. 

4: Does your OC prefer paper or plastic?

Gil does not come in card form nor paper form, so Mithra carries her gil in a pouch that attaches to her belt, much like others who don’t carry bags.

5: How old is your OC?

Mithra is around 14 when she first finds herself in lower Midgar. She joins SOLDIER at the age of 17 and is promoted to 2nd class at age 19. She is 22 when she gets into her first relationship with Sephiroth.

6: Does your OC have any supernatural powers?

Like other members of SOLDIER, Mithra receives Mako injections which give her enhanced speed, jump height, strength, and other powers. She learns several ice and electric spells to use in combat as a contrast to Genesis’ skills with fire. 

7: Is your OC in a relationship?

Before she joins SOLDIER, Mithra does try to get the attention of several girls her age, with no luck. She believes that she only holds feelings for females until she meets and falls in love with Sephiroth, whom she is afraid to confess her feelings to. Luckily, a slip of Zack’s tongue allows the two of them to confess their feelings to each other. They maintain a loving relationship for many years, and their commitment to each other pushes them to fight against those who threaten them.

8: What are some of your OCs strengths?

Having faced great adversity at a young age, Mithra is no stranger to conflict, and she has no problem with standing up for herself. She’s also very crafty with her words and actions, and she can manipulate anyone into giving in to her wishes, though she’d rather not do this unless she’s dealing with an enemy. Mithra’s stealth skills have made her a valuable asset to SOLDIER; she is a skilled lockpicker and pickpocket, and she can move silently and hide easily due to her short stature and small frame. She’s a patient teacher as well, taking some time out of her days to help infantryman Cloud train so that he can become a SOLDIER.

9: What are some of your OCs weaknesses? 

Having little to no memory of her childhood, Mithra struggles with understanding her identity. During her teenage years, she feels that she’s different from other girls because she does not hold romantic feelings towards men. Luckily, she comes to accept herself fully once she finds her place as a member of SOLDIER, and she comes out as bisexual. Mithra is also somewhat of a hothead, albeit less than that of someone like Genesis. She can get overwhelmed easily and this can result in impulsive decisions, some of which don’t end that well.

10: What is your OCs favorite outfit?

Once she hits the age of 18 and comes out, Mithra feels much more confident in her clothing choices. Like many other young women in Midgar, she likes wearing crop tops, even going so far as to alter her SOLDIER uniforms to fit her style. She hates anything that is tight around the neck, so she removed the turtleneck on the uniform as well. When she’s not in uniform, Mithra normally wears cropped tanks, as she hates sleeves. She also prefers going barefoot over constantly wearing boots.

11: What animal does your OC relate to?

Mithra probably relates most to a fox. She’s sneaky, both in physical prowess and her speech. She’s also quite solitary before she befriends the other SOLDIERS. 

12: Is your OC sexually active?

Mithra has little to no interest in a sexual relationship at first due to some bad experiences with older men on the streets. Even after she gets into a relationship, sex is not high on her list of desires, as she prefers to go on adventures with her S/O rather than have intimate moments. That being said, she does make perverted jokes occasionally… 

13: What is your OCs earliest memory?

Mithra’s earliest memory is waking up on the ground in an alleyway in Midgar. She can recall faint snapshots of her supposed childhood, but there’s nothing solid enough for her to remember vividly. She did remember her age and birthday, as well as how to fight.

14: Does your OC have a cell phone? If so, what kind?

Mithra has a touch screen smartphone like everyone else who works for Shinra. She is in several group chats including one for the six main SOLDIER members as well as SOLDIER Director Lazard, one with herself, Zack, and Cloud Strife, and one with her female friends Tifa Lockhart and Aerith Gainsborough. She often sends her friends “memes”.

15.What makes your OC angry?

Anyone who says that women are weak immediately get disapproval from Mithra, as does anyone who hates members of the LGBTQ+ community. She is also angered by those who threaten or make fun of her friends, especially anyone who antagonizes Sephiroth. The thing that she absolutely cannot stand, however, is being told to “know her place”.

16: When is your OCs favorite time of year?

Mithra loves the summer because she and the others usually get longer vacations. They often go to Costa Del Sol or another exotic location and just enjoy their time together. She is also fond of the winter cold and snow that sometimes falls in Midgar, and she can spend hours sitting at the window watching the snowflakes fall.

17: How long can your OC hold their breath?

Mithra’s SOLDIER abilities include the ability to hold her breath longer than the average person. However, she does have her limits, as seen when she dives into a reservoir lake to search for a piece of materia and gets attacked by mutated Shinra creations, which results in Sephiroth having to save her.

18: What kind of underwear does your OC wear?

Cotton. She thinks lace and silk are stupid, not to mention the mess they’d become during one’s menstrual cycle.

19: Does your OC prefer plaid or polka dots?

Mithra isn’t particularly fond of either. 

20: What’s your OCs favorite kind of pizza?

Either Margherita or barbecue chicken. She will judge anyone who thinks pineapple on pizza is good.

21: Who is your OCs best friend?

When she first joined SOLDIER, Mithra felt out of place because she was the only woman. However, Zack Fair, who was on the brink of making 2nd Class at the time, was quick to introduce himself to her and make her feel welcome. She and Zack quickly became close friends, both of them having a sense of humor and outgoing personalities. Through Zack, Mithra met and befriended the elite 1st Class members Genesis Rhapsodos, Angeal Hewley, and Sephiroth. Mithra became close friends with Cloud Strife after she helped him make SOLDIER. Mithra also became close friends with Aerith after helping Zack get closer to her, and Cloud introduced her to his childhood friend Tifa. 

22: Has your OC ever killed someone?

Before joining SOLDIER, Mithra had actually never killed anyone. She had to knock a few people out using her rock sling in order to escape a few fights, but she never murdered anyone in cold blood. After she became a SOLDIER, she’d do regular jobs that sometimes involved killing people, but only because it was her job and not due to personal grudges.

23: What's your OCs biggest secret?

Mithra was groped several times in her teen years by older drunk men, which fueled her dislike of alcohol. She also has a prominent scar behind her right ear that spans vertically from the top of her ear to the upper part of her neck. This scar was given to her by a drunk man who smashed a beer bottle into her head after she refused to sleep with him when she was sixteen. Had she not jerked her head away, the broken bottle would have disfigured her face, maybe even rendered her blind in her right eye.

24: What does your OC smell like?

Mithra doesn’t like perfume, so unlike Sephiroth, she simply smells like powder-fresh deodorant. Her hair can smell badly if she doesn’t wash it daily.

25: What time of year does your OC prefer?

(Same as 16)

26: Is your OC a human or an animal?

Mithra is very much human, albeit somewhat of a superhuman due to Mako injections.

27: What languages does your OC speak?

Mithra only knows the common language spoken by most people on Gaia. She also doesn’t have an apparent accent. 

28: Does your OC like anime?

She’s not really into it itself, but she does like the art style and tries to replicate it in her spare time.

29: Can your OC swim?

Mithra is a surprisingly strong swimmer. Her small frame allows her to move in the water swiftly, and she has strong arms and legs thanks to SOLDIER training. She enjoys swimming whenever she gets the chance, especially during the hot summer months.

30: What does your OC choose to do about the, er, hair down there?

She shaves, but she would never let anyone wax her down there.

31: Does your OC believe in fairies? 

Mithra isn’t overly superstitious, but she believes in ghosts. 

32: Did your OC go to college? What did they major in?

Anything Mithra learned was either a result of an experience (bad or good) or from being in SOLDIER. She did know how to read and write when she woke up, though. Zack introduced Mithra to Angeal, who took her under his wing alongside Zack. Angeal taught her most of the skills she needed in SOLDIER, and Mithra caught on pretty quickly.

33: Are your OCs parents dead? 

Mithra does not know who her parents are or if they abandoned her in that alleyway. She has faint visions of people whom she thinks are her parents, but she isn’t sure if they’re still alive or not. Seeing as no one came looking for her, it’s most likely that she was left to die by her parents, or her parents had died and whoever was caring for her got rid of her. 

34: Is your OC religious?

Mithra does sometimes mention Shiva when she’s surprised, but for the most part she is agnostic.

35: How flexible is your OC?

Mithra is much more flexible than any of the other SOLDIERs. She is great at climbing and has great balance. One of her pastimes is doing parkour in the simulation room with the scene set to rooftops in Midgar. Her past life as a thief gave her the ability to jump fences and squeeze into tight spaces. She also has great grip strength and can hang on for long periods of time without letting go.

36: What turns your OC on?

Mithra loves people who are confident and assertive. She believes that the most “masculine” thing that a man could do is not care about what others think. She likes girls who also don’t care about outside opinions and stand up for themselves. The most attractive trait that a person could have, in her opinion, is undying loyalty. 

37: What was your OCs first word?

As for the first word she uttered as an infant, Mithra has no idea what it was. However, the first thing she said when she woke up was “Huh?”

38: Does your OC have any pets?

While she’s living in the Shinra building in Midgar, Mithra does not have any pets. However, she dreams of getting a dog someday, particularly a husky or a corgi.

39: Who is your OCs biggest enemy?

At first, Mithra’s enemies are the criminals she works with as they try to force her into submission. When she escapes the criminal underworld and joins SOLDIER, her greatest enemy is Professor Hojo. She harbors a strong dislike towards him from the very beginning due to his obsession with using live subjects, and the hatred only grows when she finds out the truth about Sephiroth’s origins. Hojo’s feelings towards her are mutual, and he even goes so far as to torture her for meddling in his work. 

40: What is the craziest thing your OC has done?

The craziest thing Mithra’s done is probably dating the famous, elite Silver General despite his hoards of fangirls, directly contributing to thousands of jealous women all over the Planet. She does not fear them one bit even though they are notorious for fanatically snooping and gossiping about Sephiroth. Then again, the Silver Elite are also terrified of her.

41: What is your OCs motto about life?

“I’m selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and, at times, hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.” - Marilyn Monroe

42: Does your OC drink coffee or tea?

Mithra is partial to both, but she prefers green tea and likes her coffee sweet with plenty of cream. She hates iced tea but she loves iced coffee with sweetened condensed milk.

43: Who is your OCs biggest hero?

Probably the three Firsts. Between Genesis’ dramatic personality, Angeal’s devotion to honor, and Sephiroth’s inner warmth, she deeply admires all three of them. However, unlike their fan clubs, who love them for their deeds, appearances, and heroics, she appreciates their personalities and her friendships with them. 

44: What color eyes does your OC have?

Unlike most other SOLDIERs, Mithra does not have the signature “Mako eyes” despite receiving Mako. This makes it easy for her to hide the fact that she’s in SOLDIER. Her eyes remain their natural warm brown, and they appear to have golden reflects in direct sunlight. 

45: Does your OC like reading?

Mithra absolutely hates reading. Part of it is from constantly listening to Genesis recite LOVELESS, and most of it is because she prefers actually doing things rather than reading about other people’s experiences. She has stolen LOVELESS from Genesis multiple times, much to his annoyance (don’t worry, they’re still best friends).

46: Is your OC loyal?

Having been betrayed before, Mithra vows to never betray her friends. She is an incredibly loyal friend and girlfriend. She would never cheat on Sephiroth with anyone, nor would she sell anyone out for her own gain. If she ever accidentally betrays someone, she will do anything to gain forgiveness. 

47: Does your OC tolerate violence?

Unfortunately, Mithra has to tolerate some violence as a member of Shinra’s elite military. She is not overly fond of violence in situations where it’s unnecessary. However, she is more than willing to kill people who have hurt her or her close friends. 

48: What social class is your OC from?

Mithra started out as a thief, a class that no average person would want any association with. She jumped dramatically in social hierarchy when she joined SOLDIER, becoming a high-ranking member of society. When she enlisted, Director Lazard was quick to remind the other members that she deserved respect as the only female. She was even given her own private suite with a full kitchen, bathroom, living room, and bedroom in order to ensure her privacy among all the men in SOLDIER.

49: What country was your OC born in?

Somewhere on the planet of Gaia. It’s not exactly known where Mithra was born, as she was already a teenager when she found herself in Midgar. Her family could have very well either been from Midgar originally or they may have moved from another town. 

50: Does your OC cry easily?

Mithra has taught herself to be strong and stoic in times of hardship and show little emotion. She does not cry easily, but she prefers to work off her anger and sadness by doing target practice. When she meets her friends and eventually gets into a relationship, however, Mithra becomes more open with her feelings and is willing to let her emotions out rather than bearing her burdens. She feels that her friends accept her fully and will be there for her even when she seems weak.

51: What is your OCs favorite genre of music?

Mithra loves instrumental music that she can play while doing things such as cleaning, cooking, or drawing. She also loves songs that she can sing or dance to. She would often sing to herself when she was alone in order to keep herself occupied. 

52: How does your OC feel about insects?

Despite her adventurous personality, Mithra is terrified of cockroaches, slugs, and moths. She likes flies and mosquitoes and the like as much as the next person, and she thinks that bees are cute at a distance. She is extra happy when Sephiroth moves in with her because it means that she doesn’t have to kill any roaches that wander into her apartment. 

53: What is your OCs sexual orientation?

At first, Mithra believes that she is a lesbian, as she only feels attraction to women during her time as a thief. However, everything changes when she joins SOLDIER and she’s exposed to charismatic men such as Zack, Genesis, Angeal, and Sephiroth. She comes out as bisexual at the age of 18, which makes her the only member of SOLDIER to be an open member of the LGBTQ+ community at the time. 

54: Does your OC smoke?

Similarly to her feelings towards alcohol, Mithra loathes tobacco. She was forced to smell it when wandering around the criminal underworld and never got used to it. She also knows that smoking can ruin one’s body and does not want to destroy herself at such a young age.

55: What gender is your OC?

Mithra identifies as a cisgender female. She is mostly feminine, but she enjoys crossdressing in men’s clothes. A particularly amusing instance of this is when she tries on Sephiroth’s coat, which drags behind her like a cape, and the sleeves are several inches too long. Sephiroth does get a good laugh out of this, though.

56: What kind of clothes does your OC wear?

Mithra’s wardrobe consists of crop tops and comfortable pants such as sweatpants or leggings. She hates long sleeves and therefore wears tanks most of the time. When she’s not wearing her SOLDIER combat boots, Mithra is normally either barefoot or sporting sandals. She’s also quite fond of two-pieced dresses, as seen with her choice of fashion for Shinra’s annual banquet. 

57: Would you call your OC adventurous? 

Mithra lives for adventure. During her time as a thief, she would wander around the slums of Midgar with constant interest in the different people living in the city. Her job as a SOLDIER only gave her new opportunities for adventures around Gaia. She has traveled to Costa Del Sol, Banora, and several other small towns. She also travels to several remote areas.

58: Is your OC introverted or extroverted?

Despite seeming more introverted at first due to her solidarity, Mithra is actually very extroverted and loves being around people. Befriending Zack and then the others turned out to be one of the best things that happened to her, as it allowed her to relate to other people and feel a sense of belonging. 

59: What is the first thing that someone would notice about your OC?

Mithra is very short, standing at 5’3”. She looks even shorter when she’s with her fellow SOLDIERs. The only one close to her height is Cloud Strife, and even he is four inches taller than her. She also does not sport blue eyes like other members of SOLDIER, but instead retains her natural brown eyes. 

60: Does your OC enjoy nature?

Even though she’s mostly a city girl, Mithra does enjoy the great outdoors. She goes camping with Zack and Cloud several times and fully enjoys it (partially because she can scare Zack). She does drag her boyfriend with her a few times, much to his displeasure. 

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Brendon x reader

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Smuff, mentions of porn, carplay, oral - I think that’s everything.

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“How adventurous are you?” The text message takes you by surprise and you tilt your head in confusion. “That sounded creepy. Sorry. I just have an idea for a date and it’s a little out there and I wanted to check.” His follow-up text makes you smile and you type quickly.

“You’re not going to kill me, are you?”

“No! I promise!” His response is immediate and you laugh, replying.

“I’m kidding. I’m up for anything.”

“Excellent. I’ll pick you up at 7. Wear something you can move around in.”

-||-

When he shows up at your door at 6:58pm, you aren’t surprised. It’s only your third date, but he’s made an effort each time to be prompt and each time he’s come with something for you - tonight, it’s a gorgeous orchid. “Brendon, it’s lovely,” you tell him, accepting it and turning to re-enter your studio apartment so you can place it in the window. He’s followed you into your apartment and when you turn to face him, he backs you up against the wall and kisses you hungrily.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs against your lips. “I just really wanted to do this.” You tell him not to apologize and settle onto your kitchen island, spreading your legs slightly, just enough for him to step closer and run a hand up your side. You tangle your hands in his hair and kiss him back eagerly,relishing the taste of something familiar on his lips; even though it’s only your third official date, you’ve both felt the physical attraction since the first night. As a result, your second date, dinner he made for you both at his apartment while he’s in the city for Kinky Boots, ended in you making out urgently on his couch with his shirt totally abandoned and yours shoved up over your bra. When you finally break apart, he smiles and brushes a thumb over your swollen lips. “Hi,” he says softly and you whisper it back to him. “You ready to head out of here?” You nod and hop down off of the kitchen island, ruffling his hair as he takes a few slow breaths and holds you close. “Okay, I think I’m good,” he says after a moment, and you blush a little, biting your lip. He did tell you that second night that he tends to be ‘incredibly responsive,’ is how he put it. “And you…,” he had said, tracing your cheek lightly, “you cause quite the reaction.” You had blushed in the moment, pleased that he wanted you like that. Now, it only serves as more of a tease for you, so you hug him, loving the light scent of his cologne on his skin and the firm heat of his body against yours. “Uh...Y/n,” Brendon says after a moment. “I love this - I’d be a fucking moron not to love this... but you’re very attr - and I’m get- so we’ve gotta -” but you step back and nod before he can finish the thought.

“Where are we going?” You smile at him and he grins nervously, guiding you out the door and down the stairs.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Brendon says as he snakes an arm around your waist. “I thought - well. With the show opening soon, there’s been more attention lately, and I don’t want you to feel weird, so Zack is here and we’re going to take a car.”

You nod, pleased to have more time with him, knowing that the traffic will be insane. “How’s that going, by the way?” You settle into the car and he shrugs, buckling his seatbelt. The two of you met when your costume company was brought in to do alterations for his show pieces. Now that his fittings are done, the show is opening soon, and you’re not technically employed by the theatre anymore, you’re free to date him, and he wasted no time in asking for your number as you adjusted the laces on his boots for the last time before the promo shoot. Not there was ever anything formally said about dating, but you both just felt better about it.

“It’s going. I get anxious, you know.” He smiles weakly. “I don’t want to embarrass myself.”

“You won’t,” you reassure him. “I know I haven’t seen anything but I feel like I know you, so I wouldn’t be too worried. You’ll put on an amazing show.”

He grins at you and thanks you. “I hope you like the plan for tonight,” he says. “If you don’t, we can definitely - we’ll go somewhere else. You just say the word.” The car is slowing down and you give him a curious look as you pull up to the curb.

“Is this-?”

“The Museum of Sex,” Brendon confirms, giving you a nervous smile. “They call it MoSex, though.”

“Mo’ sex? As in, more sex?” You’re giggling and he laughs too, shaking his head.

“No, like capital M, lowercase o, sex. Like MoMA, but..ya know....sex instead of modern art.” He’s blushing faintly and you grin.

“Do you take all of the girls you sleep with here?” You give him a cheeky grin and he laughs, opening the car door, stepping out, and offering you a hand.

“We haven’t slept together,” he points out, and you blush. If it wasn’t obvious that you’ve been thinking about having sex with him before...it sure is now. “We’ve made out a lot,” he murmurs as he pulls you close and leads you towards the entrance. “But we haven’t slept together.”

“Yet,” you murmur back, grinning when his eyes go wide. “I don’t mean to be presumptuous but...I feel pretty confident saying ‘yet.’” You elbow him lightly. “Plus you didn’t answer the question.”

“No,” he says with a laugh. “I haven’t taken anyone here. This is my first time too.”

“Excellent. Two MoSex virgins,” you say, laughing delightedly when he opens the door and, once inside, you’re surrounded by a variety of sex toys in all colors. “Is this the gift shop?”

“I think so,” Brendon says, grinning and peering around. “Yeah. Tickets are through that door,” he points, and then gestures towards another door to your far left. “And the bar is through there.”

“A bar?” You perk up and Brendon nods, explaining that their bar is known for a variety of aphrodisiac-style snacks and drinks. You make a soft sound of approval and smile up at him. “We can drop in there if we need it. I doubt we will.”

“I like how you think,” he tells you, a hand on the small of your back, leading you over to ticket sales. The lobby is empty and he purchases your tickets quickly. As he clicks through the self-service screen, he pauses. “Uh, remember how I told you to wear something you could move in?” He meets your eyes and you nod, stepping closer. “There’s a bounce house,” he tells you and you grin.

“Awesome.”

“Made of boobs.” You can’t help it; you burst out laughing. “We don’t have to-“ he begins and you cut him off.

“Oh no, we’re doing it,” you tell him, a wide smile gracing your lips. “You, me, and a booby bounce house,” you declare, pressing your lips to his cheek. “Don’t you dare cheat me out of that experience.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he promises, laughing lightly and stepping aside so you can sign the waiver. “First stop,” he says, leading you back to the exhibition entrance off of the gift shop. “History of porn.”

“Excellent,” you laugh, clapping your hands together. The two of you climb the three flights of stairs quickly and are soon faced with a large screen featuring a man in traditional 1930’s garb, leading a young lady over to a bed. They sit and proceed to chatter in silence while stripping. “This is pretty ta- oh,” you cut yourself off as the man bends over to bury his face between the woman’s thighs. “I take it back.” The camera zooms in and you’re both staring at a close-up of the man’s tongue working.

Brendon nods wordlessly, and together you move into the exhibit with wide eyes. The screens everywhere depict various scenes from black and white films, and you’re actually enjoying reading about the history when he squeezes your hand and nods towards another screen. This one shows the same man from earlier, but this time he and a woman are in a car that’s pulled over. “Cars were already seen as a stepping stone to sin,” Brendon quotes, pointing at the blurb under the screen. “I can’t imagine this helped.” You watch with interest as the couple scramble into the backseat and the woman lifts up her skirts and settles in the man’s lap.

“For some reason,” you murmur, eyes still fixed on the screen, “I didn’t expect it to be so graphic.” You’re both staring at the car scene and how the woman rides him enthusiastically, occasionally reaching down to adjust the edge of his belt or waistband of his pants.

“I know,” he agrees, looping an arm around your waist again. “I guess I was expecting them to be more...innocent.”

“The more ya know,” you quip, and he laughs. Together, you move to the next screen, featuring another highly detailed scene of a man going down on a woman.

“Fuck, love doing that,” Brendon says quietly and you turn to look at him, eyebrows raised. “Sorry,” he says quickly, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks when he catches your eye. “That just -“ he waves a hand. “Slipped out.”

“Mmm,” you nod and allow him to lead you out of the exhibit hall and pause in the hallway. “Why?” At his curious look, you continue. “Why do you love it and why are you sorry?”

He considers this. “Well, I’m sorry because I didn’t intend to say it out loud and I worried it would make you uncomfortable, but I’m guessing that’s not the case?” You shake your head and he smiles faintly. “Okay. And I love it because it’s so deeply intimate and I’m not gonna lie, it’s a pretty great view, looking up at you- er, the woman - um, you?” He stutters, blushing faintly at the implication of him going down on you and you grin, motioning him to continue. “Looking at up you, seeing how good you feel, and honestly, the taste makes me so-, and just the feeling of- on my face- gets me so-“ he breaks off, looking around the deserted hallway. “This is killing me,” he confesses, and you tug him closer by his shirt so he’s pressing you up against the wall. “This was a terrible idea, this was a terrible da-“

“I’m enjoying it,” you say swiftly, cutting him off and pressing your lips to his. He groans and moves closer, kissing you back longingly. His hands creep down your body until they’re lingering on your hips and he can hold you still while pressing into you. “God, Brendon,” you whisper helplessly. “You- you’re so…” you can’t find the words so you just stare up at him needily. You turn your head to the left and see the bathroom door sign. You meet his eyes again.

“We shouldn’t,” Brendon says softly, looking at you before kissing down your neck as he keeps working his hips against yours. “We really shouldn’t - knowing our luck, we’d get caught, and that would be- well, it’d be bad.” You nod and he steps back mournfully, tangling your hands together. You lead the way, following the neon arrows to the stairwell that leads to the next exhibit. Before you can enter the stairwell though, he tugs you back and through the push-entry bathroom door. “I said we shouldn’t,” he repeats, eyes dark. “I didn’t say we wouldn’t.” You grin and lean back against the door, reaching above your head to flip the pivot lock. “I’d hate to take a blacklight to this bathroom,” Brendon murmurs, and you laugh before he kisses you fervently, tongue meeting yours. The contact makes your knees buckle and you moan, flinging your arms around his neck. His hands fly to your waist and he’s moving against you again while his fingers play with the waistband of your leggings. You’re moving eagerly against him and the sounds he’s making and the pressure you’re feeling imply he’s enjoying himself, so you’re very surprised when he pulls back, shaking his head a little. “No, I’m sorry- this isn’t right. You’re too - you’re too special for this. This isn’t where I’m going to go down on you for the first time. I want to,” he says, and you believe him based on his tone. “God, I want to. But this is a bathroom and who knows how many people have done exactly this in here - no, it isn’t right. You deserve...you deserve everything. This is not the place.”

“You’re sweet,” you manage, closing your eyes and breathing hard. “I like you, Brendon.”

“And I like you,” he says softly, stroking your hair. “Which is why I’m going to do this right.” As you exit the bathroom, fixing your hair, you notice he’s typing urgently on his phone. When he notices you looking, he gives you a reassuring smile, glances down once more, then tucks his phone away. “Had to take care of one thing. I’m all yours now.”

-||-

“Welcome to FunLand,” Brendon reads in an amused voice. “I think we found the bounce house…” and with a vague gesture, he points to a large room filled with carnivalesque music and dim lighting. You nod and arm in arm, traipse into the room.

“Oh,” you say softly, pointing. “That’s- is that what boobs look like? I mean, to guys. I know what mine look like.” Brendon laughs and eyes you appreciatively when you give a teasing wiggle and arch of your chest. The bounce house is covered in large half-orbs on all surfaces, with various shades of pink circles in the middle.

“Not to kill the mood, but they kind of look like cat butts,” Brendon laughs, toeing off his shoes and offering you a hand so you can do the same. You study the breasts before hitting him lightly in the stomach and calling him a jerk for giving you that mental image. You’re both laughing hard and you’re not even really thinking about it when your hand flattens against his stomach and you find your fingers lingering, brushing the soft material of his shirt. You’re wishing you could slip your hand under and feel the way his warm, firm body tenses at your touch; his hand closes around your wrist and he meets your eyes. The warmth and longing there make you wish you were alone with him, especially given the way he’s stepped closer so there’s hardly any space between you. “Sorry for that imagery,” he says softly. You murmur that it’s okay, eyes locked on his, proud of yourself for managing to breathe normally. Your hand is still flush against his stomach and his hand is still keeping you both in place. Neither of you move. He’s watching you carefully as he dips his head down, and you can smell the cinnamon on his breath.

The kiss is gentle and sweet and you wish you could capture this moment forever. His lips brush against yours and you’re finally able to place what you tasted back in your apartment; gazing at him, you whisper, “you taste like cinnamon and Fireball.” He laughs and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

“I’ve been chewing gum as a sort of...tension relief method and I took a shot of Fireball before I came to pick you up,” he admits, and it’s your turn to laugh. “Shut up, I was nervous!” He retorts playfully, and you giggle, telling him it was sweet. “Good,” he murmurs, kissing you again. You meld into his body, clinging to his shoulders and you’re at the tipping point between enjoyment and arousal when he pulls away to look at you. “Not to kill the mood, but we’re definitely gonna get in there with those cat butts though, yeah?”

“Oh hell yeah,” you say, kicking off your sneakers and clinging to his hand before dragging him towards the giant inflatable, as both of you laugh at the ridiculousness of the moment.

-||-

“This is the best photo that has ever been taken of you, ever,” you declare as you show him your phone. In the shot, he’s reclined against one of the breasts and has a faux-seductive look on his face as his hand slips down the curve of the swelling plastic tarp. He laughs and agrees, kissing the top of your head. You pause and look at him. “You’ve never done that before,” you comment.

“Y/n, this is like...our third date. There’s a world of stuff I haven’t done before with you,” Brendon points out, the affection in his voice audible. You grin and poke him gently in the side.

“No, I know. I just mean - I liked it, is all.” You smile winningly at him and he chuckles, wrapping your ponytail around his hand and pulling you back tenderly to plant another kiss, this time on your forehead. “I like that too,” you murmur, and he smiles with his lips still flush against your skin. “The hair pulling and the forehead.”

“Good.” His breath, still laced with cinnamon and Fireball in the most tantalizing way, is warm against your skin and you want more. He pulls back and you grin at each other for a long moment. “Should we get out of here?”

“Uh huh,” You nod, trying to be calm.

“Gift shop or bar?” He looks at you expectantly. “I’m good to go but-“

“Let’s just take a quick peek,” you suggest, squeezing his hand and leading him through the gift shop. As you’re both wandering, letting your eyes rove over the various wares, Brendon points out a pile of towels. “What are- oh my god,” you say with a laugh, leaning closer to read the embroidery. “Does that honestly say ‘cum rag’?”

“It sure does,” Brendon says with an amused smile. “This is coming home with me.” He throws it into the MoSex shopping tote you didn’t realize he’d grabbed. “Anything you want?” His eyes dart to the sex toys section playfully. “I hear the Lelo 2 is...life changing.”

“You offering to buy me a two hundred dollar vibrator?” You quirk an eyebrow and he shrugs, moving back over to the ‘novelties’ section that borders the toys.

“If you want it.” He pauses by the shelf of various lubricants, scanning the packages and single-use pouches before selecting a few. You move to stand beside him and, after a moment, choose a few of your own flavor preferences and drop them in his bag. He meets your eyes and you grin, biting your lip. Wordlessly, he picks up more of what you chose and drops them in. “Last call on the Lelo,” he teases as you cross back to the register.

“I can’t let you buy that for me,” you laugh, pleased when he slips his arm around your waist and holds you close beside him. “Though I appreciate the offer.” Your voice drops to a low murmur as his thumb rubs gentle circles on your hip. “I can, however, let you take me up to the bar for snacks.”

“Snacks it is,” Brendon agrees, handing over his card to the employee.

-||-

“That was so good,” you tell him, clutching his arm as he leads you to the curb where the car waits.

“Yeah?” He smiles at you as he opens your door. You nod and beckon him into the back seat of the car. “How you feeling?” He looks at you curiously as he slides into the car beside you and you smile, yawning a little.

“Just below pleasantly buzzed,” you tell him, and he nods thoughtfully. “Feel good. Just don’t feel, you know, tipsy or anything.” He tells you that’s good and you grin. “Why is it good?”

“Because,” he mumbles, shifting slightly in his seat. “I can do this without being worried about taking advantage of you.” You barely have time to lift an eyebrow in mock confusion before his mouth is on yours and his hands are wandering down over your curves, loving how the spandex feels under his fingers. The embrace becomes deeper, more urgent, and you’re craving him in every way.

“That is good,” you agree in a low voice, unbuckling and shifting to sit in his lap. At his alarmed look, you press a finger to his lips. “This late at night, the traffic will be a nightmare. As long as you keep your hands here,” and you guide his hands to your ass with a small grin, “and hold on tight, I won’t be in any danger.” He nods and his fingers flex, making you moan before crushing your mouth back to his. He pulls you close and you can feel the stirring of his arousal pressed against you; you work your hips against his and both of you gasp at the sensation. “Want you,” you manage, kissing down his neck and grinding urgently.

“Want you too,” he replies, groaning when your lips tease the spot behind his ear that makes his hips buck. “But I - oh fuck, Y/n, I want this - us - the first time to be...Jesus baby, that feels - you feel - oh god, to be special.”

“Special?” You’re breathing hard and watching him through heavy eyes. “Like handcuffs special?” You give him a wicked smile and he laughs, eyes darkening. “I can do special.”

“No - I mean, yeah would love that, seeing you tied down in bed…” he shakes his head as if to focus. “Special like better than a museum bathroom special. I wanted - I tried - fuck, honey, you’re -“

You make a soft sound of longing in his ear and press closer, gripping his shoulders. “Tried to what?” You pull away to meet his eyes and he looks at you with wild eyes. “You wanted and tried…?”

“Oh- oh. I, uh. I wanted to take you to the Plaza. Make it special.” Your entire face lights up and he sighs, cupping your face in his palm. “I - it didn’t - they’re fully booked. Tonight, I mean. I got us a room for tomorrow, but-“

“But?”

“But that means I have to be strong and not give in, even though I really want to just-“ and with another sigh, he moves his hands to stroke the tops of your thighs, letting his thumbs press down on either side of your pelvic bone gently. “But I’m gonna be strong and the first time- our first time, I mean...is gonna be amazing and great and special.”

“So...we’re not having sex tonight?” You look confused and a little glum. “Don’t get me wrong, the Plaza sounds great and all, but...I don’t need fancy. I’d be just as happy with a pizza and my apartment.” He’s silent for a long moment and you take the opportunity to run both hands through his hair, rolling his head back so you can kiss his neck longingly.

“I just - want - it - to - be - special,” Brendon manages, squeezing your thighs. “For you. You deserve - oh god, special. And I like teasing myself, so I’m okay with waiting...I don’t need anything tonight if you don’t.”

“But I do need you,” you counter swiftly. “I need you tonight, I need you now, I just need you. And it will be special because it’ll be you and me. It’ll be special because it’s us. I need you, Brendon.”

“Then you can have me,” he assures you, bucking his hips into you. “If you need me and want me, you can have me and I’ll take such good care of you, Y/n. It won’t be the Plaza, but I’ll make tonight so special and good and - fuck, are we there yet?”

“Not yet,” you whimper, rolling in his lap and pressing down against him firmly. You glance out the window to note the cross-streets. “Close, but...”

“Yeah?” He tugs at your hair affectionately. “Close?” You nod and gasp when he thrusts up into you again. “The pretty girl rubbing herself against my cock is close?” His voice is lower and you whine, rocking faster. “You like hearing me talk dirty?”

“Uh huh,” you agree breathlessly. “Love it.” He smiles and brings your mouth back to his, kissing you fiercely. You move against him urgently and he groans into your mouth as his cock flexes. “Love it,” you repeat, ripping your mouth from his and working hot, wet kisses along his jaw and down his neck. He groans again and grips you harder, thrusting up and rolling his head back to give you more access. “Fuck, Brendon,” you whisper, nipping lightly at his neck. “I’m - this feels-“

“Yeah,” he agrees, hands still moving all over your ass and lower back. “It does.” The car comes to a smooth stop and you lift your head from his shoulder. “I think this is our stop,” Brendon tells you. Zack leans his head back and pulls out the headphones he was wearing.

“Make good choices,” he says, laughing slightly. “Just give me a call when you need a ride back,” he says to Brendon, who nods as you scramble off of his lap. You both glance down at the straining fabric between his legs and he chuckles.

“This is your fault,” he says good-naturedly as he gets out of the car. He’s holding out a hand for you so you can step gracefully down and you smile at him appreciatively, letting your hand accidentally graze his erection. “God, you’re - we need to get upstairs,” Brendon says, and you nod. He closes the door behind you, and with a wave to Zack, the car pulls away. “Alone at last,” he murmurs, holding you from behind. “Take me upstairs?”

You giggle and roll your hips back against him before stepping forward and leading the way upstairs, walking backward up the stairs so you can kiss him. As you pass through your apartment door after fumbling with the lock, he pushes it closed and lifts you up, locking his hands under your thighs. “Bedroom is straight back,” you tell him. He nods and starts walking, pausing to brace you against the wall so you can both frantically kiss the other. Your arms are flung around his neck and your mouths are working together seamlessly, both of you moaning and gasping as your tongues brush.

“Gonna take my time with you,” Brendon promises, eyes heavy with lust. “Gonna memorize your body and figure out exactly what you love so I can drive you wild. Gonna make this special,” he assures you as you reach behind yourself to push your bedroom door open.

“You’re so good to me,” you murmur as he sets you down on your bed. He gives you a crooked smile before crawling up over you and kissing you firmly. His hands find the hem of your shirt and together you get it over your head. As you drop it off the side of the bed, you reach for his, tugging urgently. “Off,” you tell him.

“Happily,” he responds, reaching for his shirt with both hands and pulling it off quickly. He smiles when you let out a low whimper. “Everything okay?”

“Uh huh,” you manage, staring at him and tracing the contours of his body with your eyes. “Can I-“ you break off and look at him needily.

“Whatever you want,” he assures you, the smile still in place and making his eyes sparkle. “Whatever you want.” At his reassurance, you brace both hands against his shoulders and push gently so that he rolls onto his back beside you and you can scramble up over him.

“You’re…” you breathe, tracing his chest with your fingertips. “You’re just so-“

“You’ve seen me shirtless before,” he points out, amused. “On our second date.”

“And it was just as good then, but now…” you trail off, looking up at him and biting your lip. “Now this is - this is real. You were real before don’t get me wrong but now you’re here and you’re in my bed and we’re - this is real.”

“This is real,” he repeats, reaching to trace your cheek. “You’re stunning.” You blush and he smiles softly. “You really are. You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. Don’t argue-“ he cuts you off with a finger to your lips. “You are. How you see yourself will always be different than how the rest of the world sees you, so just accept the fact that I think you are the most radiant, exquisite, and precious creature I have ever laid eyes on.”

“You’re gonna make me cry,” you mumble, running a finger down his stomach and tracing the faint trail of hair disappearing into the waistband of his pants. “You’re so sweet. You’re gonna make me cry.”

“No crying,” Brendon tells you playfully, bringing the hand from your face to the back of your neck and lowering your mouth down to his. “No crying allowed.” You nod and kiss him back softly, moaning happily when his hands smooth over your back and rest so that his thumbs can massage the small of your back while his fingers tease and grope you. “My turn to explore?” He asks the question longingly, nuzzling your jaw. “Wanna memorize your body.”

“Go for it,” you say breathlessly, inhaling sharply with delight when he rolls you over and kisses your forehead.

“That’s just the first of many kisses you’re about to receive,” Brendon promises you, hovering over your body and meeting your eyes, the look in his reflecting absolute adoration. “And if you like any place my lips land particularly...well,” he winks at you. “Just tell me to stay.” His lips, soft and warm, move down your cheek and jaw, pausing to caress your lips, and you instinctively wrap your arms around his back and cling to him. “Stay?” He asks gruffly, and you nod, making a soft happy sound as he embraces you with more fervor.

You’re not sure how much time has passed but he’s moving his mouth back up your jaw so he can kiss down your neck. “That feels good,” you whisper, running your hands through his hair as he nibbles and sucks delicately at your neck. ”Ohhhh,” you sigh after a moment, when he keeps moving and slowly, lazily lets his tongue trace your collarbone before blowing gently- the cool air makes your toes curl and you gasp, unable to help the way your back arches.

“Yeah?” He smiles up at you through dark lashes. “Feels good?” You nod and whine when he moves lower, lips teasing the swell of your breasts over the lace of your bra. “Can I-?” You nod and he mouths “thank you” as you lift up slightly to let him slide his hands along your back. With little difficulty, he unclasps the piece and you shrug out of it, letting it fall from your fingertips and onto the floor. “Now…” Brendon murmurs, shifting so he can lift and cup your breasts and tease your nipples with his thumbs. “You’re perfect.”

“I’m not,” you object softly, and he frowns at you. “I’m really not - they’re too-“

“Hush,” he tells you kindly, leaning forward to kiss you gently on the lips. “I don’t know what you’re about to say but if they were anything other than what they are currently, they wouldn’t be yours and I wouldn’t love them half as much.” He notices your face and grins. “Yeah, I said love. I love your boobs, I’ll admit it.” Eyes still on yours, he traces a delicate circle around each nipple with the tip of his tongue. “So soft. So responsive. So perfect.” He closes his lips over one nipple and lets his tongue roll over it repeatedly. “And now so hard…”

“Oh fuck, stay, stay, stay,” you chant, arching your back and clutching his head closer. “Oh god, please-“ Brendon makes a soft, pleased sound at your cries and switches quickly to the other breast, suckling eagerly. “Oh god, Brendon…” your voice has climbed to a needy whine and your hips are moving subtly against his upper thigh.

“Love that I can make you feel good,” he says softly, settling back onto his knees to watch you. “You deserve to feel amazing.” You whine again and reach out for him, eyes wide with need. “What do you need, babydoll?”

“You,” you moan, clutching at the air. “Please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely and look so sweet, making grabby hands and stealing my focus with those big, gorgeous eyes, I suppose I can give you more if we can get these leggings off,” he says good-naturedly. You scramble up and shed your leggings quickly, leaving you solely in a pair of nude silk panties. “Damn,” Brendon whispers, as he lays himself down between your legs so his hands can tease your breasts while his lips move down your stomach. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Close,” you say breathlessly, letting your eyes slide shut in satisfaction. “It’s pretty close.”

“Yeah?” He moves his hands from your breasts and down to tickle your sides lightly. “It’s close to what my girl wanted?” You’re giggling and nodding and thrashing under his touch when he ducks his head and, with lightning fast movements, has the center of your panties pulled to one side so he can kiss your heat and teasingly wiggle his tongue against your clit.

“Oh!” You squeal and he pulls back, looking concerned. “No, no, no - stay, please stay,” you beg, raking your fingers through his hair. “Please!”

“My pretty girl knows just what to say,” he tells you affectionately, nuzzling your inner thigh and kissing softly. “Knows how to ask so sweetly…” and with that, he shifts his mouth back and, eyes burning into yours, slides your underwear down your thighs before he licks you slowly while letting his lips close gently, mimicking an intimate kiss. You groan and roll your hips forward, silently asking for more, and he obliges, making a happy sound before moaning and, fingers digging into your hips, pressing his face even closer. “Tastes so fucking good,” he groans, shifting his hands so that his arms are wrapped around your spread thighs. “My baby tastes so fucking good, oh- shit,” he grunts, hips bucking into the bed. “Can I - fingers?” He looks up at you desperately and you nod.

“Anything,” you tell him, breathing hard. “Anything, give me anythi- oooooh fuck, that’s soooooo good!” Your eyes roll back as two of his fingers slide deep and spread inside you, giving his tongue room to tease and stroke before pulling back and lapping at your clit in firm circles. “Oh holy fucking - Brendon, I’m- ooooooh now!”

At your squeal, he presses his tongue to your entrance firmly. You’re bucking under his grip and he groans; you can hear him licking and sucking greedily as you come. “Oh god,” he murmurs, dipping his tongue in again. “So sweet, babydoll. Like fucking candy, your pussy.”

“Stay,” you beg, thighs still trembling. “Stay.”

“More?” He doesn’t seem put out or annoyed; rather, he’s pleased and looks eager. “You want more?”

“Uh huh,” you manage, reaching down to guide his mouth back where you need him. “Just...soft, honey. No fingers this time; just lick me, Brendon.”

“Mmmm, yes ma’am,” he purrs, kissing your now-slick fingers as you bring his mouth back between your legs. “With absolute pleasure.” He doesn’t hesitate; without another moment passing he’s licking gently; long, broad strokes that make you shiver and tug at his hair whenever he grazes your clit. “Keep licking?” He asks you softly, kissing all over your inner thighs, still slick with your last climax; he’s caressing your skin and cleaning you up lovingly.

“Uh huh,” you whisper, lost in the feeling. “Feels so good…” you let out a soft sigh of pleasure as his tongue works, whimpering when he traces your opening with just the tip of his tongue. Delicately, tenderly, he spreads you slightly with both thumbs - he catches your eye and you know what he’s asking - “yeah, this is good,” you reassure him before rolling your head back into the pillow and concentrating on the feeling. His tongue moves slowly, but he’s not teasing you; every swipe and stroke is full satisfaction delivered. You feel the surge of heat from deep within and your stomach tighten and you know he must sense it too because he starts again, a slight sense of urgency behind his motions now. “Yeah, I’m gonna come,” you tell him breathlessly, both hands in his hair. “Just - keep doing - oh, oh Brendon, ooh- I’m- oh yesssss,” you drawl, eyes wide as your second climax hits. This one is gentler; it’s a warm sort of relaxation and bliss spreading through your body, an ease of tension you didn’t realize had been building to that extreme.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Brendon whispers, licking his lips and staring at you almost reverently. “You are absolutely incredible. I could do that forever,” he adds thoughtfully, crawling up over your body and kissing you firmly.

“Don’t tempt me,” you say with a laugh and he chuckles too, nuzzling your nose with his.

“No temptation at all; a true desire,” he murmurs, propping himself up on one elbow and studying you with immense satisfaction. “You’re an extraordinary woman, and you deserve to feel extraordinarily good. I’d like to think,” and he gives you a smug smile, “that I accomplished that just now. I like giving you what you deserve. I don’t mean to be cliché, but I get off getting you off.”

“In that case,” you purr, tugging at his shoulder. “I have some other things I think I deserve.”

“Yeah?” He grins, pushing your hair over your ear and kissing your neck. “And what’s what?”

“Well,” you whisper, wrapping a leg around his waist, “it does require you to take these off.” You tease the waistband of his joggers. “As nice as they are.”

“I can assure you,” Brendon murmurs, his eyes dark, “that is a sacrifice I am willing to make.” He crawls back to the edge of the bed and slips off, steady eye contact as he slides his thumbs into the waistband of his pants.

“Wait,” you say suddenly, launching yourself forward and over onto your hands and knees. At his quizzical look, you explain. “I want to.” You slide off the bed and kneel at his feet, grinning up at him. “You are gorgeous too, you know,” you tell him, and he gives you a soft smile, shaking his head a little. “No,” you protest. “If I have to accept how you see me, then you have to accept how I see you. Deal?” You give him a faux-stern look and he holds up both hands innocently. “Good,” you say with a smile. “Good. Now,” you say with a sense of anticipation and tug at his pants. “Ohh,” you sigh as you slide them down along with his boxers and his erection springs free. “Goddamn…” your voice is a soft whisper and you stare up at him with wide eyes.

“Yeah?” He says softly, smiling. “You’re not disappointed?” You scoff and roll your eyes, running your hands up his thighs and encircling his cock with both hands, stroking gently. His eyes flutter shut and you have a sudden urge to lean forward and press your tongue to the shining tip. He opens his eyes though, before you can, and asks if you’re okay; he repeats himself. “You’re not disappointed?”

“Hardly,” You murmur, biting your lip. “You are...yeah. I was just - I was thinking about - wanted to - yeah” You’re stuttering and he grins, helping you to your feet. “I would...I would like you to take me to bed now please,” you say, tugging at his hand. “Please.”

“Oh, my sweet girl,” he mumbles as he scoops you up into his arms. “You will never have to beg me.” You give a soft sigh of pleasure as he sets you back down on the bed and moves to hover over you. “Do you-“ he pauses, a hand idly stroking himself.

“Yeah,” you say quickly, rolling over and reaching into your bedside drawer and slipping a small foil packet out. He reaches for it and you wink at him as you tear it open and roll it down the length of his cock. His hand meets yours as he adjusts it and you both inhale sharply at the contact. “Good?” Your voice is low and you meet his eyes.

“Good,” he confirms, shifting over you again as you lay back down. “Here, honey - let me -“ and he slips an arm under your right knee, pushing it back towards your chest. “You’re sure? Because I can - we don’t have to-”

“I’m sure,” you say softly, reaching a hand up around his neck. “Are you sure?”

He smiles at you affectionately and leans down to kiss you softly. “I’m sure,” he whispers, rocking his hips forward. The hot pressure between your legs has you rolling your head back into the pillow, groaning happily as he fills you. “Oh god,” he pants in your ear when he’s fully sheathed in you. “Oh god, Y/n-“

“Yeah,” you murmur, scratching at his back. “Yeah - you feel so fucking good- oh god, Brendon…”

“So fucking tight and wet and hot and- oh my god, babydoll, you feel- you’re incredible, goddamn-“ he cuts himself off with a sharp moan as you squeeze around his length. “Can I - can I move?” He looks down at your face and sees the burning want in your eyes. “God, thank you,” Brendon whispers and flexes his fingers into your thigh as he finds a steady rhythm.

“Oh, fu- Brendon - don’t stop - please - oh god, yes, yes, yes, yes!” You’re clawing at his shoulders and biting at his neck, whimpering in his ear and bucking your hips to meet his. “Ohhh god, you’re - you feel so - you’re gonna make me-“

Brendon kisses you firmly before shifting to lift your left leg and guide it back. “Is this okay?” You nod, biting your lip and he sighs in pleasure, moving harder. “Still okay?”

“Sooooo okay,” you slur, eyes shut in bliss. “So good, don’t you dare stop-“ your arms reach back behind your head to grip the beveled edge of your headboard. “Please-“

“What - did - I - tell - you?” He manages with a short peal of laughter. “My sweet girl never has to beg me.” With that, he flexes his fingers again so you’ll open your eyes to meet his. “Come,” he says simply. “Come.”

“Oh god, Brendon yes thank you!” You’re trembling all over and squealing as he drops one of your legs to lean over you. You catch your breath and watch him above you. “Are you gonna-“

“Yeah,” he groans, kissing and sucking at your neck, hips thrusting hard. “Yeah, Y/n, I’m gonna come.” The words are barely past his lips when he shudders and moans your name. “Oh fuck, Y/n, yeah-“ his rhythm is sloppy and urgent and you cling to him as he gasps into your neck. You can feel the heat of his climax even with the condom and you’re gasping and squeezing around him again, moaning his name. When both of you lie still, he slumps over you and groans again, biting idly at your shoulder. “Holy fuck,” he manages, pulling back to look at you.

“Holy fuck,” you agree, running a hand through his hair. He smiles and rolls off of you and onto his back. He beckons you closer and you shift to press to his side. “That was,” you sigh, stroking his chest and hitching a leg up over his waist. “That was really good.”

“That was really good,” Brendon echoes, kissing the top of your head and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “God, you’re - you’re absolutely incredible,” he says after a moment, holding you close.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you tease sleepily, drawing hearts on his chest. “That was - well, you promised it would be special - that was pretty fucking amazing so I say, mission accomplished,” you giggle, snuggling into his embrace. He chuckles and says he’s glad you’re satisfied. “Oh, I’m more than satisfied,” you say playfully.

There’s a long moment of silence when you both find yourselves catching your breath and just gazing at the other. He runs a finger down your cheek and over your lips, almost in awe of your presence. “But,” you say softly, biting your lip. “Can you keep that reservation for the Plaza? I just - it’s been my dre-“

“Of course,” Brendon murmurs, playing with your hair. “Of course. Anything you want.”

“Anything?” You grin, propping yourself up on one arm. “Be careful, who knows what I’ll ask for next.”

“I meant what I said,” Brendon laughs, rolling over you again and kissing your nose. “I really like you, Y/n and I intend to give you absolutely every wonderful thing this life has to offer if you’ll let me. Anything you want; you just say the word.”

“Sounds like you want to be my sugar daddy,” you tease, before giving him a serious look. “But honestly,” you say. “Thank you.”

“Sugar daddy, indulgent boyfriend, passionately generous lover, call what I’m offering you whatever you want,” he says with a soft smile. “Just let me be the person you’re talking about when you say it.” And with that, you pull him down for another deep embrace.

[tiny-cloud-dragon]

Random Bits: FF7 02

Chapter 4

[Setting - Zack and Cloud are introducing Inspector Baerbotamm to all the unique aspects of their new training facility, much to the Inspector's dismay]

[Location - Training field - After a brief and exciting tour of the Plain of Pain, and a mildly worrying introduction to The Course, it's off to a less stressful tour of the Main Building, or so Percival thinks.]

Zack manhandled Inspector Baerbotamm toward the army's main building. A multi-storied structure of steel and glass squatting on a blanket of grass like a diamond on velvet.

"This is the Main Building," Zack said, effortlessly pronouncing the capitals as he walked the nervous Percy up the concrete path. "It's name is 'Main Building'"

Percival followed the line of Zack's finger as it pointed his attention to the area above the entrance. Large steel letters confirmed that yes, this building was named 'Main Building'.

"We thought we'd keep things simple, to avoid any unnecessary confusion." Zack said cheerfully. He could see that this oddly pleased Percival. Points for being clear and concise had just been awarded. There was nothing more annoying to Percival Pinwinkle Baerbottam than the printed word being vague, unclear, contradictory, or worse, open to interpretation.

"Well, it certainly is very correct!" Percival responded, a note of satisfaction creeping into his voice.

"Well, we kind of had to make sure everything was very simply and clearly labeled." 

"Especially for the Cadets," Cloud interjected. "Since some of them come in needing 'front' and 'back' written on their underwear."

"Oh, my..." Percival said, sounding dismayed.

"Yeah," Zack agreed," We decided it would be a good idea after all that trouble with that one Cadet..." he ended with a ellipsis, a tempting trail of conversational breadcrumbs left to entice the Inspector's timid sense of curiosity. 

Percival was quite certain that he didn't want to know what 'all that trouble' meant. Surely it would involve something disastrous, disruptive, or-gods forbid-unstructured!  His fragile sense of Spontaneity, Adventure, and Free-spiritedness huddled in the corner and screamed in panic as Curiosity said "I'll just take a little peek..." and reached for the doorknob of their Panic Room.

"What sort of trouble?" Percival found himself asking  in spite of his better judgment.

"Weeeeell," Zack replied "Let's just say we had to write 'Goes on Head' on his uniform caps, and 'Goes on Ass' on his underwear."

"Goodness gracious!"

"He got the hang of it, eventually." Zack assured him as they climbed the short set of concrete steps," Is seemed that his 'confusion' was just due to a bad case of Petty Obstinance. It took about three days, but his malady was completely cured after intensive treatment using a rather...unconventional method."

"Oh?" Percy said weakly. He was beginning to dislike ellipses.

"Oh, yes. We cured him by allowing him to wear his underwear on his head. After his platoon mate, who just so happened to have a medical condition causing excessive sweating, got done wearing them."

Percival's stomach shriveled up and gave Curiosity a fiery glare as it peeked sheepishly from behind the door, while his other sensibilities had a group vomit in the corner. The rest of his faculties mounted a desperate search for the fabled Brain Bleach which was rumored to have the ability to scrub away even the most horrific mental image.

A sudden blast of cool air distracted Percy from his inner turmoil. Zack and Cloud had just ushered him through the double glass doors of the Main Building.

Percival was rather impressed, in spite of himself. The lobby was  tidy, spacious and brightly lit by both natural light and pleasantly old-fashioned incandescent light fixtures, and furnished in cozy, somewhat informal furniture pieces that punched Percy right in the nostalgia. It was an odd mix of clean and warm elements that undulated up to Percival's ear and breathed in a seductive whisper like a fancy perfume commercial: 'organizaaation!'

"You okay, Percy?" Zack asked as Percival shivered and his eyebrows did a little wiggle.

"Er...Oh, yes. Quite. I was just, er, admiring the design."

"I know, it's great, right? Much more 'homey' and inviting than the old one!" Zack said, pleased.

"I especially like the floor," Percy continued, his attention glued to the lobby floor like a magpie with a shiny bauble. "It's so clean and glossy!"

"It's polished every day with the tears of Cadets and SOLDIERs," Zack said. "It seems like the saltier the tears, the shinier-!"

A strange, halting squeak, like a squeegee on damp glass stuttered through the air, tripping into the conversation. All three men turned, ears following the auditory sputter as it grew steadily louder. Finally, from behind the reception desk's mahogany paneled wall, one of the ELITEs  appeared in his wolf form, slowly dragging his backside across the floor.

Percival's hands flew to his mouth, stifling a sound that was half a gasp and half a gag.

Wrapped up in proctologial locomotion the ELITE let out a startled yelp as he was abruptly grabbed by the scruff and a deceptively calm voice hissed into his fluffy ear, "What by Minerva's bra straps do you think you are doing?"

The wolf tried to play dead, in the hopes that Cloud's ELITE form's preference for moving victims would make him lose interest. No such luck.  Cloud hissed, a sound like a cross between a snake hiss and a piece of paper being violently ripped in half, and gave the ELITE a hard shake. 

"Did I just see you butt-surfing across my floor, leaving your butt-pucker streaks where I have to walk?" Cloud said in that calm, off-handed tone that eventually even Cadets learned to fear.

The wolf whined again and attempted to grovel but deep down he knew there was not getting out this mess unscathed. Hope of a mild punishment bloomed on the wolf's face as Cloud sent a passing SOLDIER off to Janitorial for a bottle of cleaner. The wolf even went so far as to relax as the bottle was brought and Cloud lightly spritzed the floor with it. This wasn't going to be so bad after all! It looked like he was just going to have to clean the floor. That wasn't going to be too hard!

Hope withered as Cloud gave the soiled floor a final misting, then grabbing the wolf by two handfuls of back fur, turned to the 3rd Class SOLDIER who had brought the cleaner and asked "What do we do when faced with hardship, Private?"

The SOLDIER snapped to attention and screamed "Improvise, Adapt, Overcome, Sir!"

Cloud nodded, and said "Well, Private, seeing as I lack proper cleaning equipment, I will just have to improvise."  Then without even a grunt, Cloud gave a heave, slapped the wolf down on the floor and proceeded to use him as an impromptu mop. When he was done, Cloud dismissed the wolf, now damp and smelling of lemony fresh pine trees, sending him scurrying off, tail tucked and belly low to the ground. It could have been worse, the canine part of him thought. He could have used The Rolled Up Newspaper!

With the minor interruption cleaned up, Zack led Percival down the hall behind the reception desk, pointing to the hallways leading off to the left and right. 

"The left wing contains the Infirmary, storage, and the Lab, and the right wing contains the cadets' barracks and officers' apartments. The President's office and rooms are in the upper floors of the Main Building, along with the administrative offices, lounges, and other boring stuff." Zack said as they started down the main hallway. He pointed out the important places, even though they were clearly labeled. 

"That is the Assembly Hall, the Recreation Room, the Restrooms, that's the door to the gardens, and this," Zack said in a very quiet whisper as they started coming up on a plain, unobtrusive door. "Is the janitor's closet where Corporal Wharton arranges what he thinks are 'secret' canoodles because he doesn't know that practically the whole base knows he's banging the President's secretary."

"My goodness!" Percival whispered, scandalized. "That is most certainly against regulations! He should have been reprimanded a long time ago!"

"Oh, I agree," Zack whispered with a sly grin as they paused a good distance away. "But I need solid proof, and not just hearsay." 

A playful titter fluttered out from behind the door. Zack motioned to Cloud, and they both flattened themselves dramatically up against the wall. Zack put a finger in his ear as if using an invisible ear piece and whispered. "Alpha Wolf to Paper Snake, the fox is in the hen house, over!"

"Paper Snake to-! Wait, why am I 'Paper Snake'?" Cloud asked, sounding slightly offended.

"Dude, have you heard yourself hiss?"

"So? I don't want to be 'Paper Snake'. That sounds like a kid's toy! I want a cool code name too!"

"Fine, you can be 'Danger Noodle'" 

"That's not any-!"

"Alpha Wolf to Danger Noodle, I'm going in! Repeat, I'm going in!"

Zack made a few hand signals and then started crawling towards the door. He paused and hopped into a crouch behind an invisible bush, making a show of looking around before rolling out from behind the bush to take cover behind an invisible tree. Cloud made the signal for 'all clear', and Zack waved and began moving again. Arms held out to the sides, he proceeded down the hallway, taking long, exaggerated steps with two little skips in between. You could practically hear the Pink Panther theme playing in the background. He pulled up next to the door, which giggled again, and silently gripped the handle before looking back at Cloud and Percival. Cloud nodded and gave the 'ok' signal.

In one fluid motion, Zack pushed down the handle and yanked the door open. There was a pair of surprised screams as a Second Class SOLDIER fell out of the closet at Zack's feet. A disheveled young woman in a rumpled white blouse and equally wrinkled gray pencil skirt bolted out of the closet, clearing the fallen man with a surprisingly athletic leap before rabbiting away.

"Corporal Wharton!" Zack greeted the man cheerfully. "Finally got caught with our pants down, did we? Wipe that cheeky grin off your face, SOLDIER-! Oh, my bad, that's not your face! On your feet and stand at attention, Corporal!"

Corporal Wharton flipped over and shot to his feet, standing at stiff attention. There was a long moment of silence in which Wharton began sweating nervously. Zack stared him in the eye, unblinking. He could see Wharton thinking: All those horror stories...are they true?!  

Zack Shifted into his half-form. His black wolf ears and tail were held proudly and at a dominant angle. He growled  and gave Wharton a grin with fangs in it. 

Wharton instinctively looked away. 

"You know the rules against fraternizing while on duty, especially with the President's personal secretary." Zack growled.  Wharton swallowed hard and managed a passable "Sir, yes Sir!"

Zack snapped his fingers, and one of his Mako wolves materialized at his side. "You will be escorted to your rooms, Corporal, where you will remain until this matter is handled."

Corporal Wharton saluted, brown eyes staring straight ahead in terror. "Sir, yes sir!"

 "And pull up your pants, Corporal!"

"Sir, yes sir!"

Zack Shifted back and turned to Percival and Cloud, grinning happily. "Alpha Wolf to Danger Noodle, Mission was a success! Repeat, Mission was a success!'

"Copy that, Alpha Wolf." Danger Noodle replied.

Zack patted Percival on the shoulder. He looked a little unsettled, which was nothing new. The man seemed to live in a state of perpetual anxiety, but he was looking a little more anxious than usual. 

 Better get him that drink fast, Zack thought Before Cloud ends up having to mop again!  Percival's eyebrows twitched nervously as they walked to the end of the hallway and stopped at the double doors under the sign "Mess Hall". 

"Here we are, the Mess Hall!" Zack said, flinging open the double doors with flair, to reveal a room with long rows of tables split in two columns. At the tables were more of the large wolves Percival had seen earlier. They were all crouching over the tables, muzzles buried in their chow bowls.

"Oh my Shiva!" Percival squeaked in horror, "There are dogs at the tables!"

Cloud and Zack both winced, and hissed "Shhhhh!"

"We don’t use the 'd' word around here!" Zack whispered with a grimace of distaste.

"The 'd' word?"

"Dog,", Zack clarified. "That's a four-letter word around here,"

"A three letter, four-letter word," Cloud added.

"But..."

"These are wolves, not dogs. Calling a wolf a dog is an insult. It's like calling someone..." Zack leaned over and whispered one of the worst, most profanity ridden insults he knew into the Inspector's ear.

Percival's face took on an almost corpse like pallor as the color drained from his face, his very blood trying to get as far from his ears as possible.

"Acceptable alternatives are 'doggo', 'pupper', and 'majestic floof'" Zack continued as Percival tried to regain his mental balance.

"But, there are animals in the Mess Hall!" Percy replied, clinging to his love of rules like a security blanket, while his sensibilities gagged as he imagined layers of dog, er, majestic floof hair covering every surface in the room, drifting in the air in clouds, and peppering the food.

"It's against Health Regulations!"

"It's cool," Cloud said smoothly, "They're Service Animals, so they're allowed."

"Yeah, we don't discriminate here." Zack added.

"But, the hair!" Percival insisted.

Zack heaved a mental sigh. This guy was way too uptight! "Oh, well, if that's all you're worried about,"

Zack turned, whistled loud and sharp, and barked "Shift!"

All the wolves immediately turned into men, three of which briefly continued to eat with their faces in their bowls before their brains nudged them and whispered Psst! Wrong shape!, and they sheepishly picked up their spoons and continued eating.

"I-is that dog food?!" Percival asked in a scandalized gasp as he witnessed one of the Mess Hall servers slap a heap of mixed canned and dry dog food into a bowl for a waiting ELITE.

"Top shelf quality!" Zack said with pride.

"You're feeding the men dog food?"

"Well, they are animals," Cloud interjected.

"But-!"

"It's nutritionally balanced, is high protein, and it's only served to the ELITEs." Zack said, taking pity on the high-strung man.  "I can get you the formula from the nutritionist, along with the research notes. The notes are pretty interesting, and they detail the research methods quite extensively."

The mention of formulas and carefully recorded notes seemed to appease Baerbotamm, at least a tiny bit. He stopped vibrating like a plucked bowstring and his eyebrows suddenly unscrunched in a twisting motion that made Cloud so uneasy that an involuntary hiss ripped its way from his throat.

It startled Percival so badly that he appeared to just teleport to the opposite side to the room like a bad special effect.

"Woahwoahwoah!" Zack said, looking back and forth between a bristling Cloud and a jittery Percy. "Let's dial it back a little!"

Cloud muttered an embarrassed apology while maintained his death grip on his clipboard, which he was clutching like a terrified Duchess clutching her pearls.

"How about we get a drink, huh?" Zack said, extending the proverbial olive branch before Barebotamm shook himself to pieces.

By now Percy's nerves had gone from merely jangling, to fraying. He desperately wanted to go back to his tidy, quiet office where rules were respected and not changed with total disregard all willy-nilly.  But he couldn't just leave! He had an inspection to complete, which had been assigned to him by the President himself.

"Come on, Percy, drinks are on me and Spiky," Zack said, giving the olive branch an encouraging shake. "You'll be doing us a favor. We need someone official to inspect bar. I mean, it is part of the Army."

A raw nerve whispered to Percival that maybe, this time, it would be acceptable to have a drink while on duty. Just one would certainly be alright. And besides, the host had offered. Then it made up some very convincing BS about etiquette and social interactions, which it submitted in triplicate along with some official looking sources that had just enough truth about them to avoid being categorized as outright lies.

"Do...you happen to have a good dark stout?" Percival inquired meekly.

"We sure do!" Zack affirmed happily.

The olive branch had been accepted, and the party took a good twenty minutes thoroughly inspecting the bottoms of two bottles and a pint. Percival even inspected a second pint, just to be sure that the drinks were up to par.

Once the beverage inspection was complete, and had earned an A+, a visibly less frazzled Percival Pinwinkle Baerbotamm was escorted to the next part of the tour.

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[sixba]

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Light brown eyes scanned the surroundings as the tiny lion continued to wander around in the grass wanting to explore. What the toddler found on his little adventure was a funny looking kind of animal, a tall one with slicked-back hair. Wanting a closer look, he moved forward giving Zack’s boot a poke before stepping back. It didn’t attack him. Perhaps it was a friendly boot...er...being! Circling around to the back, the cub began batting and nipping at whatever ebony locks he could reach. Did it taste great? No. But the fragrance was rather nice and it was something to play with that actually moved. Another bat, and soon Simba was sitting on his butt with a smile as if he hadn’t been doing anything at all. 

[official-house-of-chiron]

Introducing: Addison McCartney

“I forget sometimes that you don’t see people the way that I do.” - Addie, Matchmaker vs. Soul See-er

Species: Human

Status: Alive

Age: 18

Titles: Addie, Soul See-er, Flash

Occupation: Monster hunter, College Student, Webcomic Artist

Skills: Fast, great aim, martial arts training, drawing monster identification

Powers/Supernatural Abilities: Can see a living being’s non-corporeal form. 

Biography: Addie McCartney was the child of two teenage monster hunters. She was adopted by the Melrose family at the age of two. She was trained extensively by Jude, Spencer, and Zack. Addie has always had a solid relationship with her sister, and trusts her more than anybody else. Addie had a natural talent for art, which lead to her family realizing that she sees people differently than a normal person. After years of trying to medicate her for Schizo-effective disorder, Jude finds out that she is actually able to see people’s souls, a power that often comes in handy on hunts. Addie was raised by Jude from the time she was 12. 

Addie helps Jude with research on dragons, and teaches the rest of the hunters how to properly identify them, even while they are shape shifting. She takes to documenting their adventures in the form of a “fictional” web comic.

 After Spencer’s sacrifice, Addie focuses more on school and the “real world” than monster hunting… Until her sister started getting regular communications from something she had never seen before.

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[animentality]

I don't care for zombie movies

I find apocalyptic wastelands where everyone shoots a bunch of braindead villains that just mindlessly attack you dull.

I also find that edgy "do what you must to survive" message to be dull.

In these zombie apocalypses too there's often no hope, people have to make choices they'd probably not have to make in real life, and zombies and people are used for shock value gore splatter.

People are dirty and learn nothing. Everything is usually the same shade of gray, morally.

And also picture wise.

With the exception of zombieland, the only movie that's ever done zombies in a way that I found appealing, I hate zombie movies.

Just hate them.

I like apocalypses and I like fractured human societies and people struggling to make sense out of chaos.

But I can't stand zombie apocalypses because they're always so trite, so bloodthirsty.

It's almost like the people who write and direct them are just rednecks obsessed with the idea of getting to shoot human shaped villains without conscience.

I also find that edgy "I've got to shoot my brother he's infected!" plot point ultimately boring and redundant.

Why am I talking about this?

Because the walking dead is one of my friend's favorite shows and I just can't stand that show.

I just don't understand, it's gone on for 8 seasons of people dying constantly, killing each other in brutal and gross ways, and what's even the point?

Surviving? Who cares if an asshole survives? If every character is unlikeable and a murderous scumbag, then why should I care? And it looks like a humorless gray toned Zack snyder-like horror film, where the main draw is that you'll get to see a scruffy dude who hasn't shaved in years wave a chainsaw and literally saw through someone's intestines.

Like oh you don't like walking dead, you must be a pansy...

Or someone who's not impressed by splatter house blood buckets.

I'm sure there's a story somewhere in the walking dead...ER, pretty sure.

But 8 seasons of zombies, i mean, I can't even get through a single zombie movie.

How do people watch like 8 seasons of this?

My mom used to be a fan but she stopped watching because she said she got tired of getting invested in characters only for them to die and be replaced.

That sounds so pointless.

Like you live in a world where terrorism and random acts of violence happen every day, people get shot at music festivals and schools, we literally just bombed Syria...

I know people die every day.

I don't need to watch a show that pretends everyone has a disease, whether it's a disease that makes them a mindless shooting range or one that makes them violent and "worth" putting down.

It just seems so...I wish I could think of a word more powerful than pointless.

Irrelevant?

Bland?

Eye roll inducing?

I dunno.

Obviously your mileage will vary, and I don't care if you like the walking dead or whatever, I just personally wouldn't watch it if it was the last show being produced on Earth.

I'd sooner watch keeping up with the Kardashians or ghost adventures reruns than watch new episodes of the walking dead.

But to each their own, I mean, I guess everyone just really likes the idea of shooting their neighbors. Most popular show in America right, gee I wonder why.

[booty-uprooter]

oops all conan

[maxattack-powell]

The Freshman 1-2

Book 1-2

Chapter 2: Rooftop Games

Masterlist - go here for other chapters and related original fics

Disclaimer: The following are fics (adaptations from actual game chapters AND original works) to Choices: The Freshman series. It is a fictional adaptation. I do not work for Pixelberry Studios, the game developer or own the rights to the characters Chris Powell, Nicole or any other IN GAME character. All of the ORIGINAL characters, storylines and events were developed, by me, for this adaptation of The Freshman story.

Comments: I enjoyed playing Choices: The Freshman… But it needed more. I’ve included certain things that aren’t really full fic size in order to add more substance to the story. I ALSO have quite a few full size fics throughout. I wanted to see MC and Chris through their college years, and more… with additional angst, fluff, sweetness, real life and overall detail - so here you go.

NSFW moments in some chapters - Mature Readers Only Please

Paring: MC x Chris

POV: ~MC~ or ~Chris~

 ~MC~  

MC’s mouth falls open slightly. "Chris?! You're my roommate?"

He lets out a light chuckle. "So, that's why I recognized the name MC." He gently nods towards her. "Nice to see you again..." His eyes find hers, holding up a full smirk below. "...roomie."

"Yeah..." She tries not to trip over her words "...great to see you too." But her response comes out lame, as she is still trying to comprehend what just happened. She’s been thinking about him since literally running into his well muscled frame hours earlier, and here he is. 'This may be awkward... roommates?' She lets out a puff of air to get her hair out of her eyes.

"So..." He reaches to rub the back of his neck, again. Now she's sure it's a nervous behavior of his. She just hopes it's the 'happy nervous' type and not that he feels awkward about the situation. "...what about this roof, huh? You can see the whole town from up here..." He raises his arm, gesturing across the sparkling city, looking out into the darkness, admiring the lights.

"Yeah! So beautiful..." She moves next to him to share the view. It really was the best view in town. She wonders how the university was able to hold onto such a location with the intense development activity that has been growing over the last couple of years.

Just then a thin, spunky guy walks directly towards MC. His entire demeanor oozes personality and fun. Loose brown curls randomly lay across the top of his head in a purposefully haphazard way. His smile is infectious. She's immediately entranced by his person as a whole. "'Beautiful'? I can only assume you're talking about me." He grabs his jacket collar, popping it out with authority and confidence as he flashes her a huge smile.

"I wasn't..." Her eyes widen as she begins, caught off guard by his bold entrance.

His body softens at her reaction and he shifts to a warm apologetic smile. "I'm just messing with you. I know, I know, I can come on a little strong." He throws his hands up in the air. "The name is Zack, but you can call me your number one fan... cause you are straight up crushing that look." He bites his knuckle while appraising her choice in clothing.

MC instantly decides this guy is about to become one of her best friends. "Nice to meet you too..." She can't help it as a huge smile takes over her face as she continues. "...it sounds like you know fashion." She step towards him with her hand out, which he enthusiastically shakes.

"Well, one of my ex-boyfriends was a model, so... kind of?" He rubs his chin thoughtfully.  

"I'd say that makes you our resident fashion expert." She nods her approval as she notices his outfit. His outfit alone probably cost more than just about everything she brought from home.

"Please promise me that means we can go shopping together sometime." Zack's face instantly lights up with the dream of future shopping sprees.

"Ahhhh! Only if I get to come too!" Kaitlyn pipes in from the sofa across the roof. The sheer look of panic in her face solidifies her seriousness.

MC’s eyes crinkle as she wholeheartedly agrees. "Sounds like fun." She nods, the idea of going shopping with these two already sounding like an adventure. She starts to imagine the trouble the three of them would get into when Abbie softly speaks.

"I feel like we're still missing someone..." She looks at all of them with her pinched brow. MC’s not sure if she's joking or being serious by her tone.

Chris looks past Abbie and gestures towards the roof edge. "There he is." At the far end of the roof, MC spots a guy sitting by himself, looking out at the stars.

Zack suddenly yells, interrupting the deep thoughts her last new roommate was clearly having. "Tyler! Enough with the shy nerd act! Get over here and talk to our new roommate!" Zack stomped his foot in a overly mocking way.

Tyler appears to startle as he is pulled from his stargazing. "Oh... hey there. I was just trying to see if I could spot Cassiopeia." He gestures towards the dark night sky. "The constellations are just a little different here than back home in California." His eyes wander back up, his mind beginning to leave the others on the roof once again.

Abbie moves to join him, also directing her view to the stars. "You're into stargazing? I used to do that all the time when I was little." A small smile sneaks across her lips.

Tyler turns his deep brown eyes back to her, surprised. "Oh really?" MC notices them holding each other's gaze for an extended amount of time before they both awkwardly smile and break eye contact, studying the heavens once again.

Suddenly Zack is at MC’s side, causing her to jump as he whispers in her ear. 'Holy crap..!' Her heart now attempting to beat out of her chest.

"MC, sidebar." He pulls her away from everyone, closer to the stairs. "Okay, just to fill you in, my boy Tyler has a massive insta-crush on Abbie. And I'm making it my mission in life to get those two crazy kids together. Are you with me?" His eyes are lit with excitement.

"You want me to play matchmaker with you?" MC looks from him back to Abbie and Tyler. It's easy to see how into each other they are. It reminds her of her first day as well, her gaze shifting to Chris who is talking with Kaitlyn, before she turns her full attention back to Zack, decision ready. "Consider this match MADE!"

He fist pumps and clasps her shoulder in a side hug. "Glad to have you on board. Let's get started." He stalks towards the others, rubbing his hands almost menacingly.

'Uh oh, maybe I should have asked some questions first...' As MC heads back to the group, Zack pretends to trip and accidentally pushes Abbie into Tyler.

"Tyler! I'm so sorry, I... er... thanks for catching me." Abbie blushes as she removes her hand from his chest. Tyler is holding both of her arms, trying to steady her as she regains her composure.

"Any time! Uh... I mean... any time you fall into me! Not... any other time!" He stumbles through his words, unsure what to do or say. MC notices him shrink back as he gives up and lets his embarrassment take over.

Zack sighs and leans towards MC, whispering. "This could take a while." She responds with a small smirk and head tilt, agreeing that it looks like he's nailed that assessment. They were already adorable though, so she resolves herself to do something soon.

Everyone's attention is back on the group as they all converge near the sitting area. Abbie and Tyler look uncomfortable, but happy as they choose separate seats that happen to be near each other. Kaitlyn had already made herself at home on the sofa, so MC and Zack join her.

Chris chooses to sit across from MC in one of the single chairs. "So... what now?" He reaches both arms up above his head to stretch, causing his shirt to rise slightly and expose his tight stomach muscles. MC’s mouth goes dry as he sinks deep into the chair, waiting for her to respond, apparently oblivious to her ogling. ‘Thankfully.’ She tries to brush away her blush with her bangs.

She meets his eyes and smiles. "I think this is supposed to be a party, right?"

He nods his head. "Maybe we could start with some drinks?" He looks around the group to gauge interest.

Kaitlyn suddenly uncurls herself and stands next to MC, almost knocking her over in the process. "Uh, MC, I've got a bottle of wine down in my room. Want to help me go get it?" Her eyes are big and feel like they are piercing straight through MC.

Her left eyebrow raises as she slowly responds to her question, unsure how to continue. "Do we really need two people to grab a bottle of---"

Kaitlyn cuts her off, grabbing her hand and dragging her towards the stairs. "Just come on!"

Once downstairs and out of earshot of the roof, she let's go and turns to face MC. "Okay. Confess. You're into Chris, aren't you?" She pulls her bottom lip in and chews on it a little.

"What? Me and Chris?" She begins. 'So much for not being obvious MC.' She scolds herself.

"I'm just trying to warn you... I'm pretty sure he mentioned something about a girlfriend." She holds her hands up in defense.

"What? You mean Becca?" Now MC’s confused. Becca said they weren't '...yet.' as she recalled their earlier conversation, if it even qualified as such.

"That bossy sorority girl we ran into at Welcome Week earlier?" Kaitlyn places her hands on her hips and makes the same scrunched up face of disgust she had during her previous run in with Becca.

"Yeah. When we first met, she was, like, Exorcist-level possessive of him." MC’s face mirrors Kaitlyn's thanks to her memories from the day.

Kaitlyn shakes her head lightly. "No, the girl Chris mentioned wasn't Becca. It was someone from back home." Her look turns thoughtful as she accesses some other conversation before MC arrived.

"Huh. Now I'm curious..." Kaitlyn studies her face as she continues. "...for my piece of mind if anything else. Becca has already been a huge pain in my side and today isn't even over." She sighs. ‘Right now, clarification would be great.’

"The truth is... I guess I'm kinda interested in Chris. Wouldn't mind getting to know him more... it seemed like we hit it off when we first met." MC gives Kaitlyn a small pinched smile, feeling her stomach do a few flips at the thought.

Kaitlyn flashes a bright toothy grin. "Well in that case, I'm pretty sure unknown how to get him to spill his guts."

"Oh yeah?" Just like with Zack behavior a few minutes ago, MC starts to become anxious. She suddenly feels uneasy with the idea of embarrassing things to come.

"Oh yeah. Watch and learn, my young apprentice." She winks at MC as she grabs her hand and turns towards the hall. Now she's even more unsure of Kaitlyn's future actions.

"Aren't we pretty much the same age?" MC gives her a puzzled look.

"Details, details. If we play our cards right, you'll get to ask Chris anything you want." She waves her hands around like a butterfly as she makes her way towards her room, grabbing the bottle of wine.

One they're both back on the rooftop, Kaitlyn opens the bottle and starts pouring it into glasses. She leans over and whispers to MC. "This is step one."

"Okay..." She can't help but give a small nervous smile.

Kaitlyn hands Chris a glass of wine which he politely takes. "Heh. I'm more of a beer guy, but thanks."  He smiles and raises his glass in appreciation.

Kaitlyn then turns back to her. "Want a drink MC?"

"Wine?" She thinks about it, about the day, and what tomorrow may bring. "I'm out. Thanks for offering though."

"So responsible... I'm impressed." She mockingly sticks out her tongue and makes her way towards the others.

"Good. You should be." MC jokingly sticks hers back at Kaitlyn in retaliation. Zack passes out the glasses and Tyler pours MC a cup of sparkling cider to toast with. She thanks him and lets out a restful sigh, glad to not be the only one who decided not to drink this time.

Chris raises his glass to everyone in the circle. "To one hell of a freshman year! Cheers, everyone!" He makes contact with everyone's cups before taking a sip.

Zack taps his cup to MC’s. "I'll drink to that!"

Abbie also takes a drink, then looks around. "So... what now?"

Kaitlyn takes that moment as her queue. "I'm glad you asked Abbie... I think it's time for us to play some Truth or Truth."

Abbie looks confused. "What's that?"

Kaitlyn continues, "It's Truth or Dare... except you have to pick truth." Her infectious grin doesn't waver.

Zack's face falls a little as he realizes what this means. "No dares? So no ones running naked through the quad?"

Kaitlyn pokes at him playfully. "All in good time. We've got a whole year together after all."

Zack's face returns to its normal happy self. "Fair point. And since it was your suggestion, why don't you answer the first 'truth,' Kaitlyn?"

Caught completely off guard by his quick suggestion, she stumbles through her words, reaching. "Oh, why don't we start with someone else? Like... Chris, for example."

Zack blocks her escape instantaneously. "Nice try!" He turns to MC. "Go ahead, MC. Ask her something!"

MC realizes that while she's still nervous of what Kaitlyn might do, it could be fun. "Okay, Kaitlyn... what's your most embarrassing secret?"

"Ugh, you just had to go there, didn't you?" She lowers her head into her hands, almost forlornly.

Guilt seeps into MC’s body and she retracts her request. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

Kaitlyn could feel MC’s regret for making her uncomfortable so she shakes her head. "No, no. Rules are rules. My most embarrassing secret... is probably the fact that you can still access my MySpace site from middle school. I forgot my login info, so my awkward goth phase is still on the internet for the whole world to see..."

Abbie gasps. "Oh my god. You have to show us!" Her face is a mixture of shock and amusement.

"Nooooo way. Not happening. Besides... you guys couldn't handle xXSorrowfulRaven95Xx's poetry." Kaitlyn holds her hands up as if to stop everyone's advancement.

MC’s interest is now piqued. "Poetry?"

Tyler pulls out his iPhone and diligently begins his search. "Searching that username now, and... oh god. This is amazing." His eyes are transfixed on the screen, his face glowing in the dark night. They all crowd around Tyler's phone screen to see middle-school Kaitlyn, in tattered fishnets and combat boots, pouting through smeared eyeshadow.

"No no no! Please don't look!" She mock cries, while simultaneously smiling. MC begins to think she intentionally wanted to laugh at herself.

Abbie starts reading from the page out loud. "Favorite band: Evanescence? Latest status: 'We are all the masks we wear. And mine is weeping.' This is gold." Her features soften and a toothy smile appears as she continues to scan the information on the page.

MC turns towards Kaitlyn, with a half grin, half pout. "Oh, poor Kaitlyn!"

Chris stands straight and turns towards the raven haired girl. "Hey, if you need to cry, we're all here for you." He extends his arms, ready to provide her comfort.

"Very funny. Let's move on, shall we?" She snorts and rolls her eyes, mockingly sticking out her tongue, all while still clearly amused.

Soon, it's Zack's turn to ask a question. He puts on an exaggerated thinking face and scratches his chin... "Hmmmm, what to ask, what to ask... Got it! I want someone to tell me their ultimate fancy!" Realizing his mistake instantly, he tries again. "Sorry, ultimate fantasy... this is some strong wine!" He picks up his glass and sniffs it.

"Oh you're a total lightweight." Kaitlyn waves her hand in his general direction as she slumps lower on the rug.

Chris laughs. "Says the girl who's gone from sitting on the couch to lying on the ground after two glasses..."

"What? It's comfortable..." She begins to stroke the rug as if she's about to take a nap. MC grins and laugh with Chris.

MC turns to her new fashionista friend. "So Zack, who's 'ultimate fancy' did you want to hear about?" She decides his first word choice was the best.

"You know what... I already forgot! Who should I ask, MC?" His eyes narrow as he looks at her.

She looks around the group, noticing that Abbie and Tyler are trying to avoid her scrutiny at all costs. Kaitlyn was still playing with the rug, completely indifferent, and Chris... well he was in the same spot, sitting directly across, his eyes locked onto hers. She taps her finger on her lips, dragging the moment out for a while longer.

MC catches the corner of his lip turning up as his eyes break contact with hers to settle on her contemplating lips. His eyes linger there, taking a deep slow breath, as he shifts uncomfortably in the chair. Her confidence increases thanks to his reaction, so she bites the tip of her tongue, grinning and nodding towards Chris. He suddenly focuses, acting nonchalant as he turns his attention to Zack.

"Okay, Chris. I want to know your ultimate fantasy." MC bites her lip, trying not to correct his 'fantasy' with the more appropriate choice of 'fancy.' British humor was a guilty pleasure of hers.

Chris studies his cup. "Wow. Let's see." He thinks for a few seconds, running his right hand through his messy hair.

MC stares in awe as his muscles move beneath his firm fitting red Henley shirt. It was such a simple piece of clothing but it was perfect on him. She wanted to know what it, and the muscles hidden underneath it, felt like. She nips at at her bottom lip, trying to stifle the heat she just created for herself.

Chris continues, unaware of her current struggle. "Nothin too crazy... Like, I'm a fireman, and I save a girl from a burning building. And then she's really... grateful." He swallows hard in disbelief that he was actually saying this out loud. "You know what I mean." He looks back at MC and she notices a mild blush creeping up his neck as he gently clears his throat with an embarrassed cough.

Kaitlyn rolls over, completely on her back and grabs MC’s ankle with a squeeze, her eyes connecting with her friend. "Oh yeah? We definitely know what you mean." She wiggles her eyebrows and snicker-snorts.

MC laughs at her and shakes her leg as if she was swatting at her, knowing Kaitlyn was going to get her in trouble. Turning back to Chris, MC raises an eyebrow. "Interesting... I guess we should be careful not to leave any candles burning up here..." She pauses, an idea popping into her head, "...or maybe we should leave them burning."

Kaitlyn likes this suggestion and gives an agreeing “Oooooh....!’ As she squeezes MC’s ankle again, causing her to giggle more.

The blush from Chris' neck spreads to his face, but he maintains his composure. MC suddenly wonders how much it would take to make him crack.

"That part is up to you, I guess." He states softly.

MC lightly chews on the corner of her lower lip and holds her breath, looking away because she suddenly can't take the intensity of his eyes.

Zack starts fanning his neck. "Weird. Did it just get warmer? I thought it was cooling off..." Kaitlyn grabs an empty cup and tosses it at him from her comfortable spot on the rug. He laughs at her, "...is that a no? Just me then..." Abbie and Tyler both smirk in unison at them all.

The game continues as MC waits for an opportunity to ask Chris a question.

Abbie rolls her eyes and crosses her arms defiantly. "Ugh, don't freak out, but... I've never actually kissed a guy." Her face falls, but Tyler glances sideways towards her. He looks shocked at first, then it melts into relief.

Zack sharply holds up his hand. "Wait, not even one?" His eyes grow wide. "I've kissed, like, twenty!" He throws his arms wide as if to somehow demonstrate a number with his wingspan.

"On the same day?" Tyler pipes in, clearly shocked at the number if the answer was yes.

"Very funny Tyler." He sticks his tongue out, then becomes thoughtful, scratching his head. "Although... three of them were on the same day, yeah." Everyone laughs at his ridiculousness.

More time passes as the group gets to know each other through tales of dark secrets and honest experiences. Kaitlyn has finally pulled herself back on the sofa. "...and the best part is? I never got caught." She sits up straighter, proud of her achievement with the smile of a Cheshire Cat.

Zack stares at her in awe. "Okay, you're officially the coolest person I've ever met!"

MC shakes her head, her mouth open in mock horror. "Who skinny-dips in a public pool?!"

Kaitlyn places her hand across her heart and prestigiously replies. "Heroes, MC. Heroes."

Everyone laughs before Zack switches gears. "Okay, Tyler... I dare you to kiss--" Zack enthusiastically begins.

"You can't dare me to kiss anyone. There are no dares!" Tyler quickly interrupts. MC could feel the anxiety rolling off of him from Zack's mention of a kiss.

"Oh yeah, I forgot..." Zack sighs and looks down into his cup.

As more time passes, more truths are told. Chris then looks at MC with a smile. "Looks like it's your turn to ask me a question, MC."

She's almost startles as she's been distracted with all the new and interesting things everyone's been sharing, forgetting she had a mission. ‘Or maybe it was Kaitlyn who had the mission..?’ Deep down she knew she didn't really forget, she was unsure how to proceed.

Kaitlyn leans over to whisper to MC while she thinks of a question, her eyes still locked with Chris's. "Try not to be too obvious, MC." MC jokingly pushes her with her elbow, casing Kaitlyn to lean back, taking a sip from her cup.

MC stops herself from fidgeting with her hair, pushing herself to speak after debating internally for a minute. She places her hands on her thighs, trying to wipe off the collecting sweat. "Chris... what's the weirdest place you've ever hooked up?" She was torn, between curiosity and instant regret, hoping he wouldn't become weirded out.

Kaitlyn suddenly seems very awake again. "Ooh, nice!" She starts biting her nails while grinning as she waits for his response.

His demeanor changes slightly as he sinks deeper into his seat. "The weirdest place I hooked up, huh?" His brow furrows and he rubs his temple. "My girlfriend - well, ex-girlfriend - set up a romantic picnic for our two-year anniversary right on my high school football field. The sun set, one thing led to another, and... we got chased off by the cops, and I lost my favorite shirt. Still... those were good times." He ended solemnly, a small smile briefly crossing his face before it completely vanishes.

MC can feel his sadness from across the table. "Sounds like she was pretty special to you." She says in a low, somewhat hushed tone.

He looks deep in his cup, fidgeting with the rim. "She was. I wasn't going to go into this, but... my ex's name is Nichole... and she's the first person I ever loved. We were together for three years." He counts three fingers out, tapping them on the cup thoughtfully.

Zack genuinely looks surprised, his eyebrows raised high as he glances towards MC.

Chris continues, "But when she decided to go to another college, she dumped me on the spot." He still doesn't look up, the sadness now rolling off of his person in waves.

Abbie's mouth drops open, "That's so... harsh." She looks towards Tyler and he frowns, nodding in agreement. They both look away, unsure how to react further, MC noticing their moods completely shift.

Chris looks up around the group quickly before turning his gaze back down to his hands. "To be honest... I'm still not over her. And it'll probably be awhile before I am." He looks up and around the group again, now aware how serious the tone has become. He forces a smile out for everyone to see. "That's why I promised myself that I'm just going to have fun here. No serious relationships for at least a year." He nods to himself.

MC tries to show him honest support at his brave admission. "Huh... that's smart. You've got to protect yourself... and it won't be fair to the next girl you date if you're still not over your ex." She gives him a smile.

He looks at her with a serious and thankful expression in return. "Exactly." Clearly ready to leave the spotlight, he continues. "Listen, enough about me. Can I ask MC a question in return?" He looks towards Kaitlyn and Zack, as they have been arguing the "rules" all night.

MC looks at them as well. "What do the rules say Kaitlyn?" Kaitlyn leans over slightly, nudging her shoulder with MC’s.

Zack scoffs on her other side, mockingly rolls his eyes. "So far it seems like the rules are whatever Kaitlyn wants them to be."

Kaitlyn nods and smiles, waving an imaginary wand, gavel, or some other authoritative object. "Ask away, Chris!"

As he looks back, MC can tell this is different. His tone, facial expression, body language - he's suddenly very serious. "Okay MC... what's your take on love?"

She knew his question would have an edge from the look on his face, but she honestly didn't expect this question. However she doesn't disappoint, holding her ground, accepting it as fair. "My take on love?" She repeats as he takes a deep breath, holding it longer than normal. "I'm open to love, but..." She pauses, making sure she's very clear, "...I'm not desperate." She needs him to understand that, even though he may have already formed a different opinion from their interactions earlier in the day.

It seems like he doesn't move for ages, then slowly he gives a slight nod. "Seems wise. Best to just let it happen." He looks calm, almost peaceful.

Maybe she misread his earlier interest, thinking that he may be trying to make sure she doesn't try and corner him. She wonders what motivated that question though, as the path to this point hasn't been very straightforward. Now she was confused but decided to let it drop, abolishing any disappointment she may have had. Either way, they both now had a clear understanding how the other now felt. "Exactly."

Kaitlyn seems to pick up on something else though, her eyes crackling with excitement. "Interesting... very interesting." No one seems to hear her though.

A few rounds of drinks and many questions later, Abbie looks at her phone to check the time. "Well, I've hit my embarrassment quota for the night, so I think I'm going to turn in..." She stands and stretches.

Kaitlyn pouts from her folded position on the sofa. "What? It's so early!"

Tyler looks at her incredulously. "It's two in the morning..." He rubs his arm and yawns. "And it's become a little chilly out..."

Kaitlyn joins them, standing quickly. "Exactly!" She exclaims, the pauses before continuing, obviously rethinking how she felt. "Honestly... I am a little tired. But I just want to say this is the most fun I've ever had."

Tyler nods with a rare, shy grin. "Me too." He quickly looks towards Abbie and then back to Kaitlyn when she quickly averts her gaze from his.

Chris follows everyone's lead and stands up to stretch as well. "It's going to be an amazing year. I'm so glad I have you guys as suitemates." Smiling warmly he looks around the group. "I feel like we all know each other so well now too." He lightly chuckles.

Kaitlyn catches Tyler's yawn and does so herself. "And on that note, I'll see you in the morning." She salutes everyone and begins following Tyler and Abbie towards the stairs.

Zack moves right in line with her. "I actually think I'll head to bed too. Besides... we've got plenty of nights like these to look forward to, right?" He nudges Kaitlyn in the side.

Kaitlyn smiles and agrees. "I guess you're right." As she and the others leave the roof, Kaitlyn shoots MC and Chris one last, meaningful look.

Chris catches it and furrows his brow, turning toward MC with a questioning expression. "What was that look all about?" He tilts his head, curiously raising an eyebrow.

She's almost glaring at Kaitlyn before she catches herself under his gaze. "Uh, nothing! Just... one of those looks, I guess." She stands and turns to look out over the starlit campus. A slight shiver moves through her from the crisp night air.

He quietly walks over and joins her at the railing, propping himself on his elbows as well. "So... not tired?" Chris turns his head slightly as he studies her face.

She sighs. "Not yet. And I want to savor this, you know? Our first night together as a suite." She smiles, already replaying the highlights of the last 24 hours.

He looks back out across the dark campus. "It all starts here. You nervous?"

She thinks about his question for a minute before you answer honestly, with a big puff of air. "A little. You?"

He doesn't look at her, but she sees his smile grow and he lightly laughs. "Oh, I'm terrified. But it's a good kind of terrified." He lowers his voice somewhat as he continues, "And so long as you're around... I'd say there's a lot to look forward to." He turns his head towards her, halfway hiding his face behind his shoulder as he leans on the railing.

She can't see what type of expression he has across his lips, but she can see his eyes, and they speak volumes. He's being sincere, and he's happy. His blue eyes almost appear to be dancing in the low light.

As she is also leaning on the railing, she almost mirrors his movement, hiding her face as much as possible behind her own shoulder, as she feels it gradually turning warm. "Chris..." She whispers, "I feel exactly the same way."

She’s surprised at his confession, and even more so at her own, as they both had been so aloof about this subject just moments before. Neither time was a lie though, because they both understood each other's position, though clearly had felt something new on top of it all.

He straightens up and closes the already small gap between them both. She does the same, running her hand across the railing slowly, trying to focus her breathing. Being this close to him was causing a reaction within her body.

He speaks calmly. "I know we just met, but..." He pauses, running his hand through his messy hair, "...I feel a connection with you. And maybe it's not cool to say that, I just..." He almost sighs with frustration, "...I just had to get it off my chest." His other hand finds hers on the railing and draws light circles on the back of her wrist, mesmerized by his own actions.

MC’s hand feels like it's on fire wherever he touches it. His fingers are so warm against her cool skin. "I'm glad you did." She almost whispers, also watching his fingers move.

He softly smiles and turns his piercing blue eyes up to meet her hazel ones, searching. "Really?"

"Really." She blushes and he quickly notices, halting his hand and completely lowering it, covering her hand with his. The heat she remembered him giving off before begins to soak through her hand, up her arm, touching her neck and chest.

His free hand is back running through his hair, pausing to rub the back of his neck anxiously. He sighs, "Listen... I know I must be throwing out mixed signals." His smile is gone again and his face now holds a small frown instead.

She hates that his happiness is suddenly gone as it fits him so well, unlike this look of frustration and anguish he now has. Her heart aches for him, unsure of what she's sensing.

"The truth is, I'm really not looking to start anything serious. But... here, in this moment with you." He squeezes her hand, the one he had been attending to. "Things just feel... right."

She didn't think there was really any space between them both still, but Chris proved otherwise. Moving even closer, he takes her hand in his, cautiously at first. He looks at her again and when she doesn't pull away, he interlaces his fingers with hers, smiling down at her hopefully.

MC smiles back in response, hoping to give him some reassurance if possible. He takes a deep breath, gathering courage before he quietly says, "I really want to kiss you MC. I think... I think I've actually wanted to ever since you laid me out flat in the quad earlier." Its extremely quiet until she suddenly laughs, unable to stop herself at the comment and related imagery. After a brief second of shock at her sudden reaction, he joins her with his own deep chuckle.

As their laughter dies down, he studies her face. His eyes leave hers, traveling across her nose and cheekbones before they land on her lips. She doesn't say a word but her breath quickens considerably. His free hand reaches up and gently tucks a lock of her golden hair behind her ear before cupping her face, creating more heat at the contact point.

She pulls at her bottom lip, lightly biting at it, causing him to immediately halt her action with his thumb. Startled, she lets out a small gasp and her mouth opens the tiniest amount, but he sees it. His eyes jump up to hers before instantly he leans in, softly pressing his lips to hers.

All at once she feels the electricity surge from his firm, velvety lips, through to her toes. Her eyes fall shut and she see stars in the darkness behind their lids, matching the night sky. Her mind is reeling as she struggles to focus, realizing that the few kissing experiences she had in high school felt absolutely nothing like this. This was a feeling she would have trouble describing. His thumb rubs her cheek as he pulls his lips back, resting his forehead against hers.

Both are slightly gasping for breath from the solitary kiss. "Wow." She whispers, trying to calm her heart as it threatens to beat out of her chest. She wonders if he felt it too, opening her eyes and looking up.

That's when she realizes his eyes are already open, now a much darker blue than before, and he was staring at her. His face is still extremely close to hers and all of the anxiety is gone from his body. He suddenly seems so sure, so confident in this moments.

"Yeah..." He breathlessly agrees before moving his hand quickly from her cheek to the back of her head, running his fingers through her hair. Pulling her face toward his, Chris' lips crush into hers again, this time laced with raw desire.

She matches his eagerness, opening her mouth as he asks, his tongue gentle but somewhat forceful as he enters. She lets out a small moan and her body melts into his chest. This causes an echo within him, his other hand wrapping around her waist and pulling her firmly against him.

She feels his hot muscles flex against her as she runs her hands up his chest and around his neck, threading them into the base of his hair. He groans and breaks contact briefly to pant for only a moment, before adjusting his assault on her flushed lips. A few more seconds pass, feeling like eternity to them both, as they break the tight seal between them.

They both stand there, eyes barely open, foreheads together, trying to catch their breath. Both of his arms now wrapped around her waist as her hands are lightly rubbing his biceps in a soothing way.

As the intensity subsides, he moves one arm up her back, around her shoulders. Smiling he pulls the other up to join the first, wrapping his arms around her. She leans into him, absorbing his natural warmth in the embrace, no longer cold inside or out.

"You know, this does feel... right." She tilts her face up to meet his once more. He doesn't hesitate at all, their lips melting together again as he pulls her closer. As they separate from the encore, Chris stifles a laugh, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners.

She tries to act put-off by his actions but fails miserably as she smiles back with a slight sneer. "What the hell are you laughing at?" She pokes one finger into his firm chest muscle, which he flexes in response.

"I'm... laughing, I just... I don't know. I'm happy, I guess." His eyes still a dark blue, though not as deep as when he rushed her lips moments before, and not their normal lighter shade either. She liked that they appeared to change slightly with his mood.

"Me too. That was nice." She shyly smiles and looks down, her finger tracing figure-eights on Chris's forearm. He watches her quietly for a moment before she speaks again, almost too faint. "Well... I guess it's time we got some sleep. Tomorrow will be here quickly."

He smiles, almost bashfully. "Yeah... it's getting pretty late." He pulls away from her, causing a part of her to feel empty. He doesn't get far tho, as he grabs her hand and leads her towards the stairs, turning lights off and blowing out candles along the way. He makes sure she safely navigates the stairs as both of their eyes adjust to the limited moonlight as they descend into darkness.

Once inside he locks the door and walks her towards her room. It's then MC realizes that his is the door across from hers. He rubs his thumb across the back of her hand, looking into her eyes. "Maybe we can talk more later? Or, you know..." He trails off, seeming slightly conflicted, similar to earlier on the roof.

MC gives him a warm reserved smile. "I'd like that. Goodnight, Chris."

He squeezes her hand before he lets go, turning towards his room. "Night MC."

She makes it inside her doorway and quietly shuts the door, hoping she doesn't wake any of the other roommates. It’s then that she notices the time - the two of them were up there way longer than she thought. As she changes into her sleep tank, she replays the last 30 minutes or so over in her head.

Her face and body feel hot as she touches her lips, imagining his there again instead. As she lays down, she remembers the way his body felt crushed against her own. The heat his firm toned muscles creates feels almost like a drug to her, causing her body to involuntarily react at the thought of it. She reaches down and notices her bodily response from his attention on the roof. Just thinking about him now made it worse.

She groans and turns over, smashing her face into her pillow, trying to tell herself that it was just a kiss "...with your roommate..." she mumbles into the pillow. While it was exciting and obviously intense, she is unsure what to expect from it all. He told her he didn't want anything serious, but it sure didn't feel that way when they were alone on the roof. MC tosses and turns as she tries to shut down her thoughts, eventually becoming successful, falling asleep.

MC wakes up to the sound of her phone ringing. "Ugh... what time is it?" She gropes around her sheets for the offending noise and find it besides her pillow. She blinks and rub her eyes, trying to focus. "Four missed calls? From my parents? What the..."

She quickly throws on some pj pants and walks down the hall, noticing that all her roommates doors are still closed. To keep it quiet she steps out into the chill morning air to make the call. "Mom? What's going on? Why did you guys call me four times?" She rubs her temple to remove some of the grogginess.

Her mother’s voice unsteadily responds. "MC, there's something I have to tell you..." She sighs heavily.

MC suddenly feels sick, all kinds of possibilities running through her mind "Did something happen? What's wrong?" She quickly presses her mother for more information.

"It's your father. He... he lost his job. We can't pay your tuition." Her words become hushed as she ends the last sentence, MC’s world falling with them.

"But... I haven't even started classes yet!" She protests, hearing her sigh again on the other end with guilt. MC shakes her head and takes a deep breath. "Mom... don't worry. I'll... I'll figure something out." She closes her eyes tightly, pinching the bridge of her nose, as her mind begins racing.

"We're so, so sorry about this MC. We're going to make this right, okay? Your father just needs some time to find a new job.” Her mother pauses. “We love you!" She pleads with her, obviously concerned about the next step.

"Yeah... I love you too." MC hangs up the phone and turns to face the suite door, thinking of her new friends and the classes that were about to start. "This can't be happening... what am I going to do?"

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Secret Santa Ch 3

I can’t believe how random the last chapter turned out to be.

Ch 3: Zack

Zack could have easily bought Mort a bag of rocks and the guy enjoy it. But he was a lot more thoughtful than that. Maybe he wouldn’t go to the same lengths as Melissa was with her gift, but surely there was something he could buy that was better than a cheesy Christmas card with a candy cane taped inside.

“Mort, you keep forgetting to check your signs,” Bradley frowned, handing the math worksheet back.

Mort shrugged. “Not really. I know I’m a Libra.”

“I meant on the homework,” Bradley scoffed. “I could care less what zodiac your birthday falls under. That stuff isn’t even true.”

Mort never seemed to be affected by Bradley’s sour mood. At least, not outwardly. Besides Melissa, he was probably the only other person with the ability to hold a decent conversation with Bradley for an extended amount of time.

“Oh. Well, thanks. I was wondering why half of these problems had no solutions,” Mort said as erased his answers.

Bradley rolled his eyes, throwing his backpack over his shoulder. “It’s the stupid mistakes that net you a less than perfect score.”

He left the library, slamming the door behind him, much to the librarian’s disapproval.

“Wow,” Zack said. “Who spit in his milk?”

“Anyone would be upset if they were cursed with a bad hair day because Jupiter was in the third house,” Mort replied. He glanced up, licking his finger and sticking it in the air. “Do you feel that? Suddenly the atmosphere doesn’t seem as doom-and-gloomy as before.”

Unfortunately, Zack was not nearly as adept as reading the atmosphere.

Zack leaned over the large posterboard, carefully tracing over the title with a blue marker. Melissa reviewed her notes over Macbeth, highlighting certain lines in the book that she’d carefully picked out.

“This is torture,” Zack groaned. “How is anyone supposed to understand Shakespeare? There’s too many thees and thous and thys!”

Melissa recapped her highlighter, setting it aside. “Did you buy a copy with the modern translation next to the original text?”

“No, I checked mine out from the library,” Zack muttered.

“And there’s your problem,” Melissa replied. “But getting back on track, we’ll start with the hallucination of the dagger. What’s taking Milo so long with the snacks?”

Five minutes later, Milo came up with two large bags of chips and a pretzel bowl. He was covered in scratch marks from head to toe. “Sorry it took so long,” Milo said. “A squirrel got into our kitchen, and boy was it hungry. Good thing I always keep some pistachios nearby!”

“You didn’t miss much,” Melissa said. “Zack’s still copying the quotes. His handwriting is larger than mine.”

“Not nearly as neat though,” Zack said, moving on to the last quote. “And I was thinking of getting something like fortune telling for Mort. He has that weird thing about chakras and zodiacs.”

Milo glanced over what they had so far. “Can I do the drawings?” he asked.

Melissa tossed him the pencil. “Do it with pencil first. I want this to look good.”

“No problem!” Milo said, his tongue sticking out slightly as he worked on the rough sketch of a dagger dripping blood at the bottom. “Fortune telling, huh? Maybe I can do some fortune telling to give you an idea of what to get Mort!”

“You know how to tell someone’s fortune?” Zack asked.

Milo nodded. “My dad’s coworker’s sister’s friend’s barber’s cousin’s mother is a psychic! Dad took me to visit her once and she gave me a crystal ball so I can practice on my own!” He pulled a crystal ball and a bandana with hoop earrings attached out of his backpack.

“I guess a break couldn’t hurt,” Melissa said, moving the posterboard and snacks aside. She closed the blinds, which dimmed the light in the room.

Milo tied the bandana around his head, setting the crystal ball on a stand between the three of them. He lifted his hands, but was interrupted by a loud scream from downstairs.

Zack didn’t understand what this was supposed to accomplish.

“MILO!” Sara screamed, the door bursting open as she stumbled into the room. “Oh thank the gods of Yalkelvik, you have your fortune telling equipment out.”

“Hey, Sara! I was just about to help Zack decide on his Secret Santa gift to Mort!” Milo exclaimed. “What’s up?”

“You have to help me! It’s a crisis!” Sara begged.

“You don’t mind me helping her first, right?” Milo asked.

Zack waved him on. “Go right ahead. So what’s wrong?”

“Well, you know how the new Dr. Zone Funko Pops were released yesterday?” Sara chewed her lip nervously. “Neal was going to buy me one for Christmas but then Kris wanted me to go to the mall with her so we’re meeting up in two hours and we’re definitely heading to one of the small stores in the main area of the mall where they sell the Funko Pops and I have zero self-control so I’m probably gonna end up buying one-“ she took a deep breath “-and I don’t know which one Neal is going to buy me and I don’t wanna unwrap his gift and say ‘oh I already have this one’ and I just need to know ahead of time which one he’s buying so I know not to purchase it!”

“That does sound like a conundrum!” Milo hummed.

Zack leaned over to Melissa. “He understood all that? She lost me after Christmas.”

“Now gaze into the mists of...” Milo threw his arms out for dramatic emphasis. “…THE CRYSTAL BALL! MWAHAHAHA!”

Milo’s evil laugh was very unconvincing.

“Wait, no that’s the Saturday morning cartoon villain voice. Should I try again with the mystical fortune-teller voice?” Milo asked.

“Just help me decide,” Sara begged.

“Moment’s gone anyway. First, the spirits require something of value. They accept electronics,” Milo said.

Sara handed her cell phone over, and Milo hid it under the tablecloth. “Spirits, I ask you to reveal the Dr. Zone Funko Pop that Neal is planning to buy for Sara Murphy! I must ask all of you to scoot back. They like personal space.”

Sara and Melissa moved back. Zack leaned closer, trying to see what Milo was looking at, but Melissa yanked him away from the crystal ball. “It’s not like anything was there,” Zack said.

“The spirits have decided!” Milo exclaimed. “They’re sending their spooky spiritual waves into our world to link me with Neal!”

Neal appeared in the crystal ball, looking incredibly confused. “Wait, Milo? Where’s Sara? Nice hoops, by the way.”

“Thanks!” Milo exclaimed. “Sara-“ Sara made wild hand gestures. “Er-I wanted to know what Dr. Zone Funko Pop you’re buying her for Christmas so I don’t accidentally get her the same one.”

“Princess Shirazi,” Neal replied. “She kinda reminds me of Sara. You know, with how excited she gets when there’s something she’s really passionate about. Um, you aren’t going to mention that to her, right? Cause it’s kinda embarrassing when I say it out loud.”

Sara blushed, stifling her giggles with one hand.  

“By the way, Sara mentioned she was going to buy me one of the new figures that got released from Space Adventure. And I’m going to the mall in a few hours with Wally and I really need to know which one she’s getting me because Wally’s gonna pressure me into buying me one and I’ll give in like always so…yeah. I need some help,” Neal finished lamely.

Sara wrote a name on a piece of paper and passed it to Milo. Milo grinned. “That’s funny! My sister says she was going to the mall with Kris in a few hours too! What a coincidence! Oh, and she was planning to buy you the Lump Sharkboard figure.”

“Thanks so much,” Neal sighed. “I was worried for a second-wait, did you say she was going to the mall with Kris? Gotta run, I am totally not finding my trenchcoat from my last cosplay to go incognito so she doesn’t recognize me!”

“Bye!” Milo exclaimed.

“So the crystal ball actually worked?” Zack gasped.

Melissa rolled her eyes. “Gullible. He put Sara’s phone in the crystal ball. It was pretty obvious.” She reached inside the tablecloth and extracted the cell phone, giving it back to Sara.

“Sara?” Zack asked, waving his hand in front of her face.

“I’m going to put on oversized sunglasses and a floppy hat so he doesn’t recognize me,” Sara said as she hurried to her room.

Was this what teenage romance looked like? In that case, Zack decided he wanted to maintain his sanity for a while longer.

“They’re made for each other,” Melissa quipped.

“I know right!” Milo exclaimed. “Okay, Zack. Your turn now. Same procedure as before.”

Zack emptied his pockets, only finding a penny inside. He sheepishly offered it to Milo, who refused to take it.

“They have bad inflation in the spirit world,” he said as if that explained everything.

Starting tomorrow, Zack planned to refuse all offers to connect to spirits and psychics.

Zack took off his shoes instead, which Milo accepted. “So what do the spirits say about Mort?”

“Tarot cards,” Milo replied. “They say you need to give him tarot cards so they can tame his moles. I can’t tell if they mean the animal or the spots on skin though. Oh, wait a moment. Sorry, claim his soul. Maybe this was a bad idea.”

“How about I just get Mort an 8-ball instead?” Zack asked. “That’s probably a lot safer and soulsucking risk-free.”  

[tuseriesdetv]

Noticias de series de la semana: Nueva serie para Maura Tierney

Renovaciones

Apple TV+ ha renovado Truth Be Told por una segunda temporada

Netflix ha renovado Ragnarok por una segunda temporada

Cancelaciones

La tercera temporada de La casa de las flores (Netflix) será la última

Syfy ha cancelado The Magicians tras su quinta temporada

Netflix ha cancelado AJ and the Queen tras su primera temporada

Pop ha cancelado Flack tras su primera temporada

Pop ha cancelado Florida Girls tras su primera temporada

Pop ha cancelado Best Intentions antes de su estreno

Starz ha cancelado The Rook tras su primera temporada

Noticias cortas

Kayla Compton (Allegra) y Brandon McKnight (Chester) serán regulares en la séptima temporada de The Flash.

Beau Mirchoff (Jamie) será regular en la tercera temporada de Good Trouble.

Brett Gelman (Murray) será regular en la cuarta temporada de Stranger Things.

Tom Ellis, protagonista de Lucifer, ha cerrado un acuerdo para volver en una sexta temporada.

Fichajes

Maura Tierney (The Affair, ER) será Grace Poe, una mujer que intenta organizar un sindicato entre los trabajadores de su fábrica y cuyo hijo (Alex Neustaedter, Colony) es acusado de asesinato, en Rust. También participan Bill Camp (The Outsider, The Looming Tower), David Alvarez y Julia Mayorga.

Ann Dowd (The Handmaid's Tale, The Leftovers) será Jillian Stroud, la presidenta desaparecida, en The President Is Missing.

Daniel Dae Kim (Lost, Hawaii Five-0) será recurrente en la segunda temporada de New Amsterdam como Cassian Shin, nuevo jefe de cirugía traumatológica.

Mike Vogel (Under the Dome, Bates Motel) protagonizará Sex/Life junto a Sarah Shahi. Será Cooper, el marido de Billie. Adam Demos (UnREAL) y Margaret Odette (Sleeping with Other People) serán Brad Simon y Sasha Snow, exnovio y mejor amiga de Billie.

Derek Hough (Nashville, Dancing With The Stars) será recurrente en la segunda temporada de High School Musical: The Musical: The Series como Zack, exnovio de Miss Jenn (Kate Reinders).

Cheyenne Jackson (American Horror Story, 30 Rock) será Max, el crush del instituto de Kat (Mayim Bialik), en Call Me Kat.

Kylie Bunbury (Pitch, When They See Us) protagonizará The Big Sky junto a Katheryn Winnick. Será Cassie Dewell, detective privada y compañera de Cody (Ryan Phillippe), el exmarido de Jenny (Winnick). Brian Geraghty (Chicago PD, The Alienist) será Ronald Pergman, camionero con un lado oscuro.

Maxim Baldry (Years and Years, Hollyoaks) protagonizará The Lord of the Rings.

Grace Gummer (Mr. Robot, The Newsroom) y Molly Griggs (Prodigal Son, Servant) se unen a Dr. Death. Serán la enfermera Kim Morgan y Wendy Young, novia de Duntsch (Jamie Dornan) y madre de sus hijos.

Vanessa Lengies (Glee, Mixology) será Erica, entrenadora jefe, en Turner & Hooch.

Bill Heck (Locke & Key, The Leftovers) sustituye a Austin Stowell como versión joven de Dan Chase (Jeff Bridges) en The Old Man. Gbenga Akinnagbe (The Deuce, The Good Wife) será Julian, un agente especial enviado a cazar a Chase. Completan el reparto John Lithgow, Amy Brenneman, Alia Shawkat, Leem Lubany y EJ Bonilla.

Emily Alyn Lind (Code Black, Revenge), Whitney Peak (The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, Home Before Dark), Johnathan Fernandez (Lethal Weapon), Eli Brown (The Perfectionists, Spinning Out) y Jason Gotay (Peter Pan Live!) se unen al revival de Gossip Girl. Lind interpretará a Audrey, que empieza a preguntarse si allá afuera hay algo mejor que su duradera relación actual.

Emily Hampshire (Schitt's Creek, 12 Monkeys) protagonizará Chapelwaite, la adaptación de la novela de Stephen King 'Jerusalem's Lot', junto a Adrien Brody. Será Rebecca Morgan, una ambiciosa joven que dejó Preacher's Corners para asistir a Mount Holyoke College y ha regresado a casa para escribir para la nueva y prestigiosa Atlantic Magazine. Su bloqueo de  escritora desaparece cuando Boone (Brody) llega al pueblo con sus hijos.

Rinko Kikuchi (Babel, Westworld) será una supervisora del reportero Jake Adelstein (Ansel Elgort) en Tokyo Vice.

Michael Chernus (Orange Is the New Black, Manhattan) será Clay, motorista y amigo de Evel Knievel, en Evel.

Jeff Pierre (Once Upon a Time, Shameless) será Trey Barnett, novio de Micki (Lindsey Morgan), en Walker.

Juliet Stevenson (Riviera, One of Us), Fiona Button (The Split), Cariad Lloyd (Peep Show), Adrian Edmondson (Summer of Rockets), Navin Chowdhry (Doctor Foster), Sean Gilder (Poldark, The Last Kingdom), Tom Stuart (Psychobitches), Scroobius Pip (Taboo), Jumayn Hunter (Attack the Block), Sheila Reid (Benidorm), Jack Gleeson (Game of Thrones), Cash Holland, Lorraine Ashbourne (The Crown, Cheat) y Cian Barry (Doctor Foster, Nina Forever) protagonizarán Out Of Her Mind junto a Sarah Pascoe.

Ivana Sakhno (High Fidelity, Pacific Rim: Uprising), Cillian O'Sullivan (6Degrees), Lydia Fleming, Charles Brice (Homeland, Show Me a Hero) y Alyona Khmelnitskaya se unen como regulares a In From The Cold.

Pósters

   Nuevas series

CBS All Access encarga Guilty Party, comedia negra protagonizada por Beth Baker (Isla Fisher; Arrested Development, Now You See Me), una periodista sin prestigio que intenta salvar su carrera investigando a una madre joven condenada a cadena perpetua por mutilar y asesinar a su marido, crimen que dice no haber cometido. Beth tendrá que lidiar con contrabandistas de armas, la cultura del clickbait o su propio pasado. Escrita por Rebecca Adelman (Dead to Me) y dirigida por Trent O'Donnell (No Activity, New Girl).

Neil Druckman, escritor y director creativo del videojuego The Last of Us, escribirá la adaptación para HBO junto a Craig Mazin (Chernobyl). Producen ellos junto a Carolyn Strauss (Chernobyl, Game of Thrones), Evan Wells (presidente de la compañía que desarrolló el juego), Sony Pictures Television y PlayStation Productions.

Disney+ desarrolla una precuela musical de Beauty and the Beast centrada en Gaston y LeFou. Luke Evans y Josh Gad volverán a interpretar los papeles. Alan Menken está en conversaciones para componer la música. Escrita por Adam Horowitz y Edward Kitsis, guionistas de Lost y creadores de Once Upon a Time. Seis episodios.

Ava DuVernay (When They See Us, A Wrinkle in Time) desarrolla la serie de animación Wings of Fire, adaptación de la saga de novelas de Tui T. Sutherland que se centra en los distintos puntos de vista de cinco dragones jóvenes que, según la profecía, acabarán con una guerra que dura ya décadas y ha diezmado las tierras de Pyrrhia y Pantala. Producida por DuVernay y Sutherland.

Frankie Shaw (SMILF) escribirá, producirá y dirigirá el primer episodio de Wifey, limited series adaptación de la novela de Judy Blume (1978), para HBO. En ella, Sandy Pressman, un ama de casa de los suburbios en los años 70, se ve obligada a hacer realidad sus fantasías sexuales para combatir su predecible existencia.

Fechas

La segunda temporada de Boomerang se estrena en BET el 11 de marzo

La tercera temporada de The Good Karma Hospital se estrena en ITV el 15 de marzo

Kate & Koji se estrena en ITV el 18 de marzo

The English Game llega a Netflix el 20 de marzo

La segunda temporada de Bulletproof se estrena en Sky One el 20 de marzo

Hitmen se estrena en Sky One el 25 de marzo

Brews Brothers llega a Netflix el 10 de abril

Stargirl se estrena en DC Universe el 11 de mayo

La séptima y última temporada de The 100 se estrena en The CW el 20 de mayo

La segunda temporada de In the Dark se estrena en The CW el 28 de mayo

Tráilers y promos

Élite - Temporada 3

Siren - Temporada 3

Home Before Dark

Kingdom - Temporada 2

Penny Dreadful: City of Angels

What We Do in the Shadows - Temporada 2

Ozark - Temporada 3

La casa de las flores - Temporada 3 y última

Our Girl - Temporada 4

[tiny-cloud-dragon]

FF7: Random Bits 02

Chapter 5

[Setting - The tour is just about over, but there are a couple of surprises for both Percival, and his tour guides.]

[Location - Main Building, outside the Infirmary - An impromptu wet bar inspection was just what Percival needed after a harrowing morning being introduced to the interesting world of the new Midgar Army.]

There was nothing like a bit of alcohol to steady the nerves, Zack thought he and Cloud escorted Percival on a brief tour of the Infirmary. Percival was much more talkative now, and his seemingly perpetual anxious full-body tremor had all but disappeared. Even his eyebrows somehow seemed less...twisty.

"This is the Infirmary," Zack said as he reached for the button on the wall panel that would open the doors.

"You mean, the, uh, The Screamatorium?" Percival said in a shy, hesitant tone as his underused sense of humor made a spirited attempt at a joke.

Zack was momentarily caught off-guard by the unexpected jape, and his face split into a wide, delighted grin as he spun around with a "Aaaaayyyy! Right on, Percy!" while making finger guns.

Percival couldn't help but feel oddly pleased.

While Percival basked in the praise, Cloud inconspicuously moved away, desperately trying to give the impression to any passers-by that he was NOT associated with Zack, or his ridiculous finger guns. In fact, he didn't even know the young man with the spiky black hair who was waving at him and calling his name. 

"Hey, Cloud, Percy just made a joke!" Zack crowed, excitedly grabbing Cloud by the arm and dragging him down the hallway. Cloud fought his ELITE form's strong urge to desperately dig his claws into the wall or the floor, or even chew his own arm off to escape. He imagined himself in his own horror movie, the unsuspecting victim abruptly snatched by the monster hiding in the murky shadows, now being dragged down the blood-smeared hallway to his doom.

Zack, oblivious to Cloud's internal torment, put a friendly (and restraining) arm around Cloud's shoulders. "Get a load of this," Zack continued, "Percy just nicknamed the Infirmary 'The Screamatorium'!"

"That's great, Percival." Cloud managed, while the Inspector beamed. 

"Told you it was awesome, Percy!" Zack said in a proud tone. He gave Percy another set of finger guns.

"Stop doing that!" Cloud hissed at him, practically slapping Zack's hands down while looking furtively over his shoulder to make sure no one had seen the gestural atrocity.

"Calm your tits, man, jeeze!" Zack said in a slightly hurt tone, rubbing his wrists. "They're just finger guns!"

"Never point a weapon at anyone or anything unless you intend to pull the trigger." 

"Don't worry they weren't loaded."

 "Put your finger guns away and let's get going. Percival doesn't have all day." 

"Yeah, okay, " Zack replied with mild sarcasm, "Let me just pick my hands up off the floor."

"I think one landed behind that potted plant by the closet door." Cloud countered in mock helpfulness.

Zack made a show of pretending to reattach his hands, then holster his finger guns. "There, all set!"

"You forgot to put the safety on."

"Zip it!"

"Well, if you want to put a hole in your foot, or blow your 'nonos' off..."

"They'll grow back,"

 "Not before you bleed to death."

“Good thing we're at the Infirmary!" Zack countered with an annoying grin. 

Cloud rolled his eyes and gave up. 

Thankfully, Zack kept the tour of the 'Screamatorium' brief, not entirely trusting Percival's more relaxed nerves. There wasn't much to see anyway, since hospitals were dependent on strict organization and standards. Even Cloud noticed that the Inspector wore an expression that looked suspiciously similar to boredom. 

Percival was struggling with his thoughts, wondering what was wrong with him. He had steeled himself for the chaotic scene of medical staff rushing frantically to and fro as they tried to help the injured, who littered the exam and emergency rooms, screaming in pain as they clutched broken limbs, gaping bloody wounds, or tried to keep handfuls of assorted vicera from spilling out of opened abdominal cavities, while blood flowed in runnels and pooled on the floor. What he was greeted with was a quiet lobby where a nurse was quietly checking in a 1st Class SOLDIER with mild puncture wounds to his right hand. 

Percival was horrified to realize that he was feeling strongly disappointed at the lack of chaos. The SOLDIER seemed only mildly concerned with his hand, and in fact, was more interested in getting the nurse's phone number. He could have at least had the courtesy to produce a small scream of pain! Percy thought, much to his own shock.

Zack, seeing the way Percival's face had gone a little white around the lips, misinterpreted his pinched look of distress, thinking that the sight of the SOLDIER's wounds were just a little too much for Percival's fragile sense of adventure. 

"That is pretty much it, for the Infirmary, " Zack said, steering Percival towards the exit, "We'll skip the Barracks, since they are literally just rows of beds...but they are very neatly arranged, if you do want to see them."

"I don't suppose I really need to. I mean, as long as they are properly equipped, which, judging from the rest of the building, I would assume they are."

Cloud suppressed a smile as he realized that the scarecrow-thin man was not interested at all in seeing the Barracks. 

"But you did mention earlier that you had indoor training facilities, and I...would like to see those. If it isn't too much trouble?"

"Of course not!" Zack said pleasantly, noting the sparkle of interest (and alcohol) in Percival's eyes. "They are right this way,"

"I'm not sure the Training Rooms are a good idea," Cloud whispered to Zack as they headed down the hall.

"Why not?"

"Look at him!"

Percival, two pints worth of stout percolating through his bloodstream, was trailing behind them, weaving slightly like a shopping cart with a bad wheel.

"He's fine!"

"He's drunk!"

"He's not drunk, he's just got a little buzz," Zack drawled as he pulled the Training Room door open and ushered Percival inside.

The first thing that impressed itself on Percival's inebriated brain was the size of the room. It was huge, vaulted, and one could even go so far as to say 'cavernous'. All it was missing was a dragon on a pile of gold. "It's very impressive!" Percival commented, trying to take in all the space and equipment.

"This is our large-scale VR training room," Zack explained, "We use it for running more advanced simulations involving multiple platoons, free time activities, and also as a regular gym if the weather is too severe for outdoor drills or training."

There were several 2nd Class SOLDIERs sparring over to one side with training swords, an ELITE watching over them and alternately offering advice and sarcastic comments. Zack took his group over to the same area, moving a little farther down the equipment lined wall where they would be out of the way of the sparring group.

Zack eyed Percival for a moment, then picked out a light training sword and gave it a few experimental swings. "This is our training equipment, " he said, using the sword to point to the racks of weapons. "We have a large variety of weapon types, so the men can get experience with getting stabbed with as many as possible,"

"Good heavens!" Percival squeaked, aghast.

"Just kidding!" Zack said quickly, "They are all blunt training weapons. Any stabbings that do happen are purely accidental. Only 1st Class SOLDIERs and ELITEs are allowed to spar with real weapons."

"But isn't that dangerous?"

"If they haven't learned control by the time they are ELITEs, then getting a few holes poked in them will help them learn fast. Here, try this one!"

Zack pushed the training sword into a startled Percival's hands. The inspector held it out in front of him by the pommel at arms length, as if the blade were, at any moment, going to curl up its length and bite him on the hand. His skinny arm trembled anxiously. 

"The pointy end goes into the enemy," Zack said helpfully. He took the sword from Percy, corrected his grip, and stepped back. "Relax, my dude, it's not going to hurt you," Zack said with a chuckle as Percy stood there, arms held out stiffly.

"It could if someone-!" Cloud began.

"Shut it!" Zack shot out of the corner of his mouth. "Go ahead, Percy! Give it a swing."

Percy shut his eyes and gave the sword a reluctant shake.

"Not bad," Zack said, "Try giving it a swing now. Pretend you are trying to staple an unruly stack of papers!"

Percy moved the sword with a bit more force this time, the motion actually qualifying as swing. 

"Goodness!" Percy exclaimed, a flush coloring his face. A spark glittered in his eyes and he gave the sword another experimental swing. Long-dormant emotions were beginning to turn over in their sleep...

"Great job! Try this," Zack began taking Percival through several simple moves, while a few of the 2nd Class SOLDIERs drifted over to watch. They smirked at the whip-thin Inspector who was playing at being a SOLDIER. 

Cloud noticed the derisive sneers. Zack had intentionally brought Percy to the Training Room, and had picked out a sword that was the perfect type for Percy. While some would have put it down to Zack just having an eye for weapons, Cloud knew that Zack had seen something in this seemingly innocuous looking man. One of the first things even Cadets learned was not to judge by appearances. These 2nd Classes could do with a good reminder.

"Brooks, front and center!" Cloud called, pointing at a raven haired 2nd Class who was sniggering the loudest.

The startled SOLDIER hurried over, saluting nervously.

"You can be the Inspector's sparring partner. He's learning a few basic moves, and it always helps to have a real dummy...er, partner to practice with."

"That sounds like a great idea!" Zack agreed, having noticed the sneers and overheard the whispered comments as well. There wasn't much that made it past a wolf's ears unheard.

"Oh, goodness, I don't think-!" Percy began to object.

"Nonsense," Zack said quickly. "You're doing great. The best way to put theory into practice is with a sparring partner. Don't worry, Percy, Brooks knows how to spar," he gave Brooks a hard look that was part warning, part threat "and won't try any fancy moves."

The two reluctant opponents began circling each other, clashing hesitantly, in Percy's case, while Cloud and Zack stood by with shouts of encouragement and instruction. Brooks, who looked like he wanted to slice Percival in half and whiz on the pieces, brought his sword up under Percy's, trying to catch the sword under the cross guard and flip it out of his hands, but Percy twisted his wrist and the blades met with a clash.

Brooks pressed forward, shoving Percy back and followed him as he retreated, blocking the blows purely out of desperation. The tip of Brooks' blade snagged one of the buttons on Percival's suit jacket, slicing the threads. Percival stared mutely as the plastic disk fell to the mat and lay forlornly, the few remaining threads in the holes laying askew like the limbs of a fallen warrior. His jacket hung open unevenly.

Percy felt something deep down in his soul, as his inner caveman stood up and, for the first time, hefted his hunting spear.  A white-hot jolt streaked up to his brain and sparked, igniting a primeval thrill that burst out of Percy in the form of primal scream that rocked the Training Room. 

Percy suddenly exploded into action, screaming like jagged steel on concrete, his training sword flashing in a storm of strikes that had Brooks backpedaling in a circle as he tried to process what was happening.

"YES!" Zack howled in excitement, throwing a fist into the air, "YES!"

Percy, eyebrows writhing like angry snakes as he roared like the wrath of the gods, continued his assault. What he lacked in strength, he made up for in ferocity and tenacity. Brooks  tried to fight back, but was barely managing to block. The barrage of blows ceased suddenly as Percival abruptly turned, threw down his sword, and ran in the opposite direction, screaming. Brooks turned, thinking the match was over only to see Percy leap out from amongst the weapons racks, still roaring, but now holding two swords.

"Oh, shi-!" Zack began before devolving into shrieking laughter. Brooks could do little but run around the mats, Percy following him like an angry bantam rooster. No one could have guessed that there was so much strength in that skinny frame. Brooks found himself on the ground, with two swords pointed at his throat, gazing into two eyes that burned like gimlets, and two eyebrows that were bristling like angry cats. 

"Good job, Percy! Let's let him get back to his platoon." Cloud called.

Percy, blinked, the red battle haze fading as he heard the familiar voice calling him. He looked at the SOLDIER on the ground at his feet, and yanked his swords away from his throat. Cloud took the swords from Percy's hands as Zack, grinning from ear to ear, gave him a congratulatory slap on the back that almost sent him tumbling to the ground. 

"You did great, Percy!"

"I did?"

"You're a natural! How do you feel?" 

"I feel...wonderful. Invigorated. Like I could, I don't know, shove a staple through an entire ream of paper. And not care if it went in straight or not!"

Zack just grinned and patted Percival's shoulder as Cloud helped the humbled Brooks to his feet and dismissed him back to his platoon.

"Let's go back out to the Training Field, " Zack said as they left the cavernous training room. 

"You mean the 'Plain of Pain'." Percival corrected him.

"Right!" Zack laughed, resisting the urge to do finger guns so Cloud wouldn't die of embarrassment. 

"Are we going to inspect The Course" Percival asked in a hopeful tone.

"No, sorry," Zack apologized, while Percy deflated in disappointment, "But, since you did so well sparring, you can see Cloud's half-form!"

Percy perked up, curiosity showing clearly on his face.

Cloud, giving Zack that carefully blank expression he used when he was angry, irritated, or uncomfortable in public Shifted reluctantly to his half-form. 

Where Zack had a wolf's ears and tail, Cloud had strange ears that reminded Percy of a bull's ears. They were white with fine, soft hair with ragged edges, and tipped in black. Where Zack's wolf ears were perched on top of his head, Cloud's were on the sides. He had a long, white whip-like tail that ended in a blonde plume. His weight was balanced on the balls of his strange white feet. The closest thing Percival's brain could compare them to were monkey or lizard feet, with a little rat thrown in for good measure. Something about this half-form reminded Percival of something else, but he couldn't quite figure out what it was. 

"Do you have wings?"

Cloud's summoned his wings. They were black and leathery with a mottled white edge, and each of the wings' five digit bones ended in a large white feather 'finger'.

"Fascinating!" Percival said, "What kind of animal are you?"

Cloud looked at Zack, uncomfortable with all the attention. 

"Don't be shy," Zack said, "Just show him. He's earned it."

Cloud sighed, and Shifted to his ELITE form.

Percival found himself facing what looked very similar to the dragons the Wutai people favored in all of their artwork. Cloud's head darted down on its long neck, long 'mustaches' at the sides of his snout brushing curiously at the inspector's jacket. 

Percival's eyebrows shot up like rockets, actually left his forehead, shooting up a good ten feet into the air. Cloud pulled his head back with a startled goose-shriek and Shifted back to his human form.

Zack and Cloud glanced at each other and then at the inspector's eyebrows as they fluttered down to the ground like brown leaves. Cloud stepped away, leaving Zack standing all alone with the fallen facial features. He had dealt with a lot of strange, wacky, and down right disturbing things in his life, and today he was drawing the line at wiggly eyebrows.

"Uh, here, let me help you with those," Zack said as Percy patted his brow forlornly. 

Zack stooped and gingerly picked up the eyebrows, "Happens often, does it?" he asked as he regarded the scraps of hair resting on his palm.

"Only when I get really startled,"

"Maybe you should see a doctor?" Cloud suggested, standing as far from the eyebrows as he could get without being rude while Zack tried to help put the facial hair back where it belonged. It was proving troublesome due to the fact that the eyebrows seemed to have developed sentience.

"I go once a year," Percy said, "Ever since they were transplanted. Come to think of it, they never did tell me what they were grown from..."

They wiggled and waved around like fluffy caterpillars as Zack struggled to reapply them to Percy's forehead. 

"Here...just--hold on...come on little guy..."

"I think that one goes on the left," Cloud said.

"Right," Zack replied.

"No, left."

"Right, you said that."

"No, I said left!"

"Rigth!"

"No, it's left!"

The eyebrows stated waving frantically, twitching and writhing in agitation.

"Now you've gone and upset them!" Cloud chided.

"I upset them--?" Zack began defensively, until the eyebrows started flapping more strongly.

"Shhhhhh! Shhh-shhh! I'm sorry!" Zack said quickly, carefully stroking the eyebrows with his fingertips, "Uncle Zack didn't mean it. It's okay, guys. There, there!"

It seemed to work, the eyebrows relaxing to lay docilely back over Zack's palm.

"Good boys," he said, pleased, "How about you jump back up on your Dad's face for me?"

The fluffy strips of hair hopped back on to Percival's brow, settling down in their proper places. Zack later swore that he'd heard a quiet purring sound.

"Oh, my! Thank you!" Percival sighed, relieved. "You do seem to have a way with them,"

Zack couldn't really think of anything to say aside from "It's all in how you talk to them, I guess."

"Yes. Well, thank you for accompanying me on the inspection, gentlemen," Percy said, shaking hands with each of them. "I believe that this was the most enjoyable inspection I have ever done."

"Glad to hear it!" Zack said with a smile as they walked Percy to his car. "Give the President our regards."

"I most certainly will, and if he has any questions, I will be sure to direct his attention to Rule Number One."

"You do that, Percy," Zack said with a chuckle, "He'll understand."

They watched Percy's car until disappeared around the corner. 

"Rufus is going to be...upset, you know." Cloud said after a few moments.

"What's he gonna do, fire us? He works for us, remember?" Zack said, lightly jostling Cloud's ribs and waggling his eyebrows at him.

"Don't do that!" 

"Do what? This?" Zack wiggled his eyebrows again.

"Yes, that!"

"Yes, do that? Okay!"

"Stooooop!"

Zack laughed and kept wiggling his eyebrows all the way back to the Main Building.

End.