Zakari Aetherun (
justnotthesame) wrote in
witchesreign2012-10-25 11:58 am
3--To forgive is divine; not as rewarding, I find [open, handwaved to the attack]
[Most people who knew him (or maybe just knew of him), knew that Zak really hated Galbadia, its Garden, and the people who ran it.
So maybe nobody can blame him for seeing this as a prime opportunity for revenge. It even seemed like he'd made plans for the day...
He'd kind of taken matters into his own hands, truth be told--a bagload of pipe bombs, well-hidden in his room. Ones that had taken just a little bit of tinkering to be properly armed.
Then, he'd gone haring off to Galbadia, through the boarding tube. Half an hour or so of unplanned destruction later (take THAT, hockey rink, with your monster-hockey-team!) finds him haring back down that same boarding tube, tossing pipe bombs like a parade participant throws candy.]
So maybe nobody can blame him for seeing this as a prime opportunity for revenge. It even seemed like he'd made plans for the day...
He'd kind of taken matters into his own hands, truth be told--a bagload of pipe bombs, well-hidden in his room. Ones that had taken just a little bit of tinkering to be properly armed.
Then, he'd gone haring off to Galbadia, through the boarding tube. Half an hour or so of unplanned destruction later (take THAT, hockey rink, with your monster-hockey-team!) finds him haring back down that same boarding tube, tossing pipe bombs like a parade participant throws candy.]

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[Just who Zak wants to see. Champloo vaults down the stairs smoothly, surveying the damage done.]
Shall we return the leftovers back to the chefs?
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Uh...yeah, sure, let's send the dinner back, 'cause it's shitty!
[Well, he hopes it made sense in context...]
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[A Galbadian soldier bursts out from behind the stage, but Champloo simply clocks him with a punch over his shoulder, without looking, then catches the body as it slumps.]
Let us start a pile! After all, why send them back one at a time?
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[It takes Zak more than a single punch to down the next soldier who shows up, but he does seem to know how to take care of himself, especially when his heel connects with the dude's helmet and he slumps.]
May as well, there's probably a whole bunch more where these yahoos came from, right?
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Oh, I think we can give them a warm welcome, if you know what I mean!
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It seems the High Heat style of cooking will be living up to its name today in the most literal of senses!
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[Man, all these witty one-liners. He can't keep up! His expertise lies in building stuff and being nerdy. Why can't we just talk about our girls?
not that Mikuru is your girl yet, Zak. Keep dreaming, bro.]Maybe we ought to wait until there's a group of them? I mean, this is the only way out unless they decide to make their own, right?
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I will draw their fire. You wait until enough have come!
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And then I turn up the heat, hm? Yeah, I can handle that.
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Very well then! KIIIYAH!
[Champloo turns to the lone entrance to the quad, one fist outstretched in challenge.]
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Then again, he's full of bad ideas. Like shoving the unarmed pipe bomb in his back pocket, and readying himself. Fat chance he's gonna let the teacher take all the glory.]
Come at me! [brokkers!]
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Just let me know if you need a hand, right?
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[On that note, Champloo deftly dodges a spray of bullets as a trio of Galbadian thugs burst in, blindfiring.]
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Not his brightest moment, but it does work, and anything you can walk away from...]
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/tags with a surprise account
[Says the girl in the G-Garden cadet uniform, taking cover under a table from his latest pipe bomb... Oh, no, that's the other drama instructor, though she's spent a week or two moping in her room.]