For Zack Fair

[madnessrising]

Set semi in snowblindrpg. Using the setting, but powers (such as SOLDIER and Ragnarok) are still in tact.

[The tablet was beeping to find shelter, but Crona ignored it. Just like Crona had ignored it every single day for the last four days since arriving here. Just like Crona hadn't moved from this house for the last four days since arriving here.

Because this wasn't Death City. And this wasn't any place that Medusa had ever taken Crona to. And this wasn't even a place that was recognisable at all. Which meant that this was bad, it was really bad, and Crona had no idea what to do that wouldn't make it worse.

Medusa would be so angry.

Just that thought alone had been enough to set off fresh moans and whimpers every few hours like clockwork, which would probably be the first thing Zack heard on entering the house to shelter for the night. Not at all creepy, right?]

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[heroproceeding]

[ Not... creepy at all?

You mean.

Creepy as all fuck.

But it's late. Hell, he had been jogging-to-find-somewhere-to-stay-post-haste late. Not wanting to check his tablet- knowing he probably didn't have the time, really, with his own tablet blipping in warning. Just kept on moving, moving, moving-there!

A house! Shelter! Homefree!

That had been his thoughts as he opened the shabby looking door, beginning to gently close it behind himself. ...When he pauses and hears those whimpers. He's heard of the others talking of seeing ghosts and whatnot. Maybe that's what he's hearing now? He's not sure. ...But either way, he knows he's out of time to go off and get to another house. Especially when as soon as he lets go of the doorknob in his hesitance, the door goes to shut by itself... and then he hears that familiar soft click.

Well then.

He stands there, catching his breath just a bit. Not very winded, but still. But then he... slowly. Slowly starts in, the creak of the boards beneath him being the only indication of his presence there. ]