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[swatting-flies.livejournal.com]

Dude...

[Twenty years in the future? Oh man, this is some seriously heavy shit.

Mouth agape, Zell eventually tears his eyes off his acceptance letter--his second acceptance letter even--and just stands there, letting his brain recover from its latest sizzler.

Twenty years in future and... and...

He hadn't gotten any time to live it up! He helped save the whole world and there had been no time to celebrate, appear on broadcasts, maybe put his name on some new brands and rake in a percentage, use his achievements to get some girls, all that good stuff!

This is the biggest buzz kill!

His mourning phase would best be served in the cafeteria, clearly. Hopefully twenty years hasn't changed the hot dogs around here!]

Comments

[burntglory.livejournal.com]

Heh. Twenty years later and nothin's changed.

[Yeah, that voice-- your arch nemesis, Zell.]

[swatting-flies.livejournal.com]

Uh, no shit, man! Ya can chalk that up to--uh...



Time Comp--Seriously? Time Compression? I thought we--Weren't we done with that?! Hyne...



Well, isn't it thrillin' ta know ya came out safe and sound too, huh?

[burntglory.livejournal.com]

Barely a scratch. You should know to do better than that.

[Nonchalantly shrugs a shoulder and smirks. Sarcasm and those moody eyes have been IGNORED.]

[swatting-flies.livejournal.com]

Ah--wh--As if!!! You don't hafta worry about my skillz, ex-Knight. You were jes tmm-- pathe'ic ta hinish ah', 'has all!!

[brightens]

[ She spots him from across the cafeteria and starts sneaking over (noisily, I might add) a moment later, lips spread into a big, mischievous smile. She'd met Zell already once before, so... There was no reason not to say hi by... Surprising with hands over his eyes. Yep. ]

Zell! Guess who-?

[swatting-flies.livejournal.com]

HOLY sh--iiiII!



Whoa... Uh, h-hey, ehm, yyyyou.....

[brightens]

[ Oh gosh oh no! ]

[ Vanille jumps away when he falls back, covering her mouth in shock, but then scrambles to try helping him the moment he hits the ground. Considering this is her fault, and all... ]

Aaah! I'm sorry! Are you okay? Does it hurt?! [ Well, of course it does, but. ]

[ Oh gosh she feels bad. ] I'm sorry! I just... Wanted to surprise you!

[swatting-flies.livejournal.com]

Well, ya sure surprised me! Ow...



Th-Thanks... Uhmm Soooo haven't seen you in awhile How've.... you been? And whatdidwetalkaboutlasttime?

[gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com]

[Zell, you have picked up a stalker - a cadet who paused on noticing you, then began to follow you wide-eyed and curious.]

[swatting-flies.livejournal.com]

............. Uhhhh, hey?

[gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com]

Sir!

[And she snaps off the SeeD salute that she has practiced to exhaustion this week.]

[swatting-flies.livejournal.com]

Uhhh At ease?

So, yer a cadet, huh? Still werkin' on yer first year, or....?

[whiplashings.livejournal.com]

[After the food fight that Quistis had to stop not too many weeks ago, she'd been wary of returning to the cafeteria. Nonetheless, it's necessary-- but there's a pleasant surprise this time when she walks into the large area. Her eyes automatically spot the familiar blond hair spiked up in its unique style, not to mention that tattoo on the side of his face which she can make out from her vantage point.]

Zell? Did you just arrive? [Needless to say, she's beginning to get use to all these odd Time Compression instances.]

[swatting-flies.livejournal.com]

Ah--Quistis! Man, yer here too?! Or... back here--whatever--Dude. I have had the weirdest day and, I mean, that's sayin' somethin', ya know?



Please tell me Cid's just gone senile and this isn't twenty years in the future...

[whiplashings.livejournal.com]

[Quistis gives Zell a sympathetic smile.]

Unfortunately it's true-- seems like Time Compression had some ugly side effects we didn't anticipate. I've been stuck in the future for a year now, so it's something you get use to eventually.

[swatting-flies.livejournal.com]

Really?



Ugh, okay, is there, like, any other world-shakin' news I need ta know about so I don't make an idiot out of myself?

[goldincartoss.livejournal.com]

[Hey! You're the dude I had to learn about in that damn history course I was forced to take.]

Hey. Zell right? With the name that begins with D after that I could never spell no matter how many times I'd written it...

[swatting-flies.livejournal.com]

Well, gee that's flattering!

I bet ya remember how ta spell Squall's last name...

[goldincartoss.livejournal.com]

You want me to flatter you?

[Yes, there is a sly grin on his face there.]

Eh. I'm not to good with names. But.... L-E-O-N-H-E-A-R-T. One letter different to "Lionheart". Not to difficult. But... Let me see.

[He taps his head three times.]

Z-E-L-L D-I-N-C-H-T. That right?

[shops-a-lot.livejournal.com]

Hey Zell!

[Bulla waves when she sees him.]

I haven't seen you around in a while. Were you on a mission?

[swatting-flies.livejournal.com]

Ehhh, h-hey, you!

A mission.... Maaaybe? Hell! I dunno, man! I've been havin' the weirdest day! I'm not sure if it's all jes a time hiccup or one long ass black out...

[shops-a-lot.livejournal.com]

[Bulla's not fooled.]

Sounds like Time Compression to me. So I guess I'll introduce myself again. Hi, I'm Bulla. I'm the head of Fight Club, and I'm specializing in martial arts.

[Even though she's 5'1". But then, Zell knows all about short people still packing an impressive punch, doesn't he?]

Latest thing ever feel free to ignore orz

[paradoxdestined.livejournal.com]

[Squall was going to get something to eat, but that... That was really Zell right? seriously he'd kill for another familiar face]

Zell?

Squally \o/

[swatting-flies.livejournal.com]

Eh--? Squall! Oh, man, I am so glad ta see yer face right now, like, you have no frickin' idea!

♥

[paradoxdestined.livejournal.com]

[He looks at the chair for a second before sitting down.]

Did you just get here?