dreamcrystals | A Letter to Home

Sender: Zack Fair
To: All
Subject: No Subject (Backdated to the first week)

[ Words that begin to appear in the journals are written slowly, as if with intent. The handwriting is... coherent at best at this slower pace, but every word is coming in gradually and seemingly with more frustration.

Guess who thinks this is just a plain ol' journal to use? ]

~~Dear Aeir~~
~~What's up!?~~
~~Hello! Hey th———~~

Hey Aerith.
Hope things are going ~~well??~~ good for you

[ UGH ]

Sorry it's taken so long for me to write back... I know youve been waiting a long time
I can't call right now but soon, okay?
~~how are the flowers?~~ you swimming in gil yet?
Theirs ~~theres~~ lots of weird stuff going on that I'll explain when I get back.
So... yeah. ~~See you soon~~
~~Regard~~ [ No that was SO STUPID ]
bye

[ The words at the bottom of the page are suddenly cut out, as if completely disregarded or tossed away.

But seconds later another one appears: ]

Hello!

[ Nope that one is gone, too. ]

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Sometimes even "good dreams" can be at the cost of something else... So just depends if it's worth it.

Was Sephiroth subjected to something different compared to everyone else? [Small pause.] Is he even human?

I certainly thought so at the time.

[ He huffs, trying to straighten himself up from feeling that sleepy sensation wash over him. God, that was so weird. Focus, Zack, focus- ]

Sephiroth asked himself that same thing the moment stuff really started to go down. [ A pause. ] That thing... "Jenova". "Monster". "Ancient", or whatever the hell it really is, was used on a couple of people, but with him... apparently it was a lot more than that. He was suppose to be perfect experiment.

[Don't you dare fall asleep on him—]

A perfect experiment, huh... Sounds like it was anything but. Why did he go berserk in Tifa's hometown?

[ HE'S TRYING IT'S NOT HIS FAULT ]

He... [ Ugh. His eyelids were heavy. Shaking his head- ] I dunno, man. He locked himself away in the manor there and poured over books for days. Once he learned more about how he was created he just... snapped.

Manor at Tifa's hometown? They had information there?

[He mulls over that, but...

...

Just an unimpressed arch of the brow.]

If this conversation is boring you...

… Huh? What? No. It’s not.

[ He dismisses, waving a hand before an unconscious yawn attempts to sneak through. ]

The… books from the manor apparently contained…

[ His eyes close, head drooping sideways before eventually the weight that was leaning up against the chair begins to sag

and in just a few short moments Zack is completely asleep in the chair. ]

...

[You serious.]

Zack.

[.........Did this bastard just fall asleep on him have a very rude and very hard kick to his leg under the table.]

[ OH MY SHIVA WHAT THE HELL ]

Ow!! Wh... what!? [ Sputtering, Zack's initial reaction is to throw his hands to his injured leg

but there was something blocking his path

the table. ]

Ah— [ as his head collides with it ]

......

[Wow.

Just.... Gonna stare at him yeah.]

...I'd ask if you were all right but that's pointless. What is wrong with you?

[ He doesn't move his head from the table, avoiding Eustace's stare he could feel from the other side. ]

I- I don't know, man! I just... felt so tired all of a sudden. [ But that's never happened before?

He finally picks himself up, a look of obvious embarrassment as he rubs his forehead while frowning. ]

What the hell... happened?

[...Hm.]

Assuming you didn't stay up all night and are falling asleep from insomnia...

[His eyes drift to the drink.]

What did you have?

Uh, I don't know, some... fruity thing? The lady up front offered it to me— [ He turns in his chair to glance at the front counter where the barista was before they instantly whip their head in another direction to look away from him.

Where they... laughing? ]

—Huh!?

[.........Ah. He glances at the drink then at the menu and the fairies who work there.]

...The drinks here tend to have some additional effect. They're usually harmless, but it seems this one will make you fall asleep.

How is that even legal?

[ He's still got his body turned to the counter, brows furrowing. ]

It's a dream world, and they're fae.

[Just a nonchalant shrug.]

Like I said, it's usually harmless and more...beneficial. But they can also pull pranks like this. Take it as a lesson to be mindful what you eat and drink from them.

Yeah, I'll be more careful next time. [ There's a hint of sarcasm in his voice because how the hell was he suppose to know to look out for that but dammit if he doesn't still feel sleepy.

So with a heavy side he'll try to shake his head again. ]

Anyway, I certainly have a list of questions for you, too... but maybe when this wears off.

Whenever you want.

[He doesn't really have much if anything to hide and he can guess what said questions would entail.

But for now, he'll stand and move over to Zack to offer a hand.]

Let's get you out before you pass out on the table.

[ Despite his drowsy he felt, the look of his surprise was rather evident on his face as he blinks up to Eustace when the hand is offered.

There's a slight chuckle, one under his breath as he smirks and reaches to firmly take hold of the hand. ]

Awwww, and here I thought that cranky attitude was permanent.

[And just pulling him with—]

Tell anyone and I'll have to kill you.

[He's joking. In a very dry voice.]

Your secret is safe with me!

[ He says with a half weary smile. Was he actually joking??? He seriously couldn't tell, having just met the guy and all.

Let's just hope that was a joke. ]

[Only one way to find out.

Eustace will just glance over at him, not helping with that mystery as he manages to get Zack out the door.]

Just tell me where you live. I don't want you falling on the street... Unless you think getting dumped with some ice might or a jolt of electricity will help wake you up.

[At least he's asking permission??? Sort of.]

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We can totally wrap this one up now, if you want!

LET'S WRAP