Memoirs of a Soldier

[Zack]

He was still in pain, and Zack soon used his sword as a crutch. He imagined himself surrounded by flames, lost in a hopeless inferno. The hilt on his blade grew warm, and began to smoke.

“I must be going insane.”

Making his way through the fire, Zack heard the voices of the dead call out to him, cursing him and all of his kind. Zack was not to blame, but was hated simply for being alive. He came to a huge tower, and ran for the steps.

“No…”

A man, now dead, lay near the entrance. His hand was stretched towards the tower. Zack left the pyre for the huge building. He could feel it’s evil, twisted by some force. He ascended the steps…

(OOC): Oh crapshath! I forgot about skills. Anyway, learned restore and esuna, now working on manifest and contact. How about that? (Rhymes, all the time…holy crap! I’m good!)

[Zack]

“Yes. He’s still not responding. Should we lower the treatment?”

“No. The process will take awhile. And what about the other one?”

“Well…he’s alive, though it doesn’t seem to have much effect on him. Are we not using enough?”

“Yes, this is how I figured it to be. The amounts are fine, just keep on schedule. And don’t do anything that’s not in the orders.”

“Understood.”

“I’ve got important business in Midgar. Go ahead and feed them. I’ll be back in a few months.”

A moment passed, and a shadow passed over Zack. A few faint noises, and then it stopped in front of him.

“Time for lunch. Hope you’re hungry.” Said a man with a smile and syringe.

Zack, finished with his daily meal, and weak from so many factors, could only tap on the glass.

(OOC): Sunday Training. 10 hp, 10 gil, and 15 determination. Also +5 to all stats. Er…Cam…runnin’ outta ideas. So whenever you're ready. Heh. Also, if the post is too confusin', let me know. I couldn't use names, but maybe I can find a way to clarify it.

[Zack]

(OOC): I give up. Posted under wrong thread, with an extra copy. Can't fix this. Ay...I amaze myself sometimes...

[Zabuza]

Well, updated.