A fair. WRO decided to hold a fair. Well, if this didn't bring back memories that made his heart ache like there was a fresh bullet wound to his chest. Memories of happy times with good friends, and lifelong bans from public intoxication for both Turks and SOLDIERs. Good times.
The games would come later. Right now, Zack had some gil in his pocket and nothing in his stomach, and the man was on a mission from the gods to find a deep fried chocolate cookie stack. They were his favorite, and this would be the true measure of whether or not this world had any worth.
"C'mon... someone has to have them," he grumbled in frustration after a half hour of searching the food stands. He was leaning against his staff,glaring at the nearest food stand as though it had done him a personal wrong.
II. - Let the Games Begin
Games of skill? Zack could handle these. He could handle them so well. The thing with the hammer and the bell? Rang every time. Throwing a ball to knock things over? Done. Shooting targets? Piece of cake. The only one that was giving him some trouble was this damn ring toss, and he really wanted to win because the booth was giving out really pretty fish as the main prize and wouldn't that look nice on the kitchen counter?
"Dammit... Is this ring even big enough to fit over the top of that bottle?" Zack finally demanded after it had bounced off for the twentieth time. "I think this is rigged. Prove it to me."
III. - Hello Ladies~ (And Gentlemen)
Speed dating. Well, why the hell not? Sure, Zack was taken back home and about to ask the woman of his dreams to marry him, but they had an open relationship, and who even did these things with the serious intention of dating anyone? No one, so there was no harm in any of this.
The ex-SOLDIER put on a charming smile and sat in his chair, reclining just a bit in his seat to let his legs stretch out. This was also a convenient excuse to rest for a moment. But more importantly, he might make some new friends, and friendship and networking were important.
He looked down at the card of suggested topics, trying not to laugh at some of them. "What was the name of your favorite racing chocobo? Really?" He asked out loud to no one in particular, unaware that anyone had come to be seated across from him.
III. - Wandering Wildcard
When he wasn't winning prizes to give away to cute girls or small children, stuffing his face, or humoring the idea of speed dating, Zack was wandering the fair grounds, looking to see what the booths had to offer, or watching the interactions of the people in this world. It wasn't home, but it was close.
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A fair. WRO decided to hold a fair. Well, if this didn't bring back memories that made his heart ache like there was a fresh bullet wound to his chest. Memories of happy times with good friends, and lifelong bans from public intoxication for both Turks and SOLDIERs. Good times.
The games would come later. Right now, Zack had some gil in his pocket and nothing in his stomach, and the man was on a mission from the gods to find a deep fried chocolate cookie stack. They were his favorite, and this would be the true measure of whether or not this world had any worth.
"C'mon... someone has to have them," he grumbled in frustration after a half hour of searching the food stands. He was leaning against his staff,glaring at the nearest food stand as though it had done him a personal wrong.
II. - Let the Games Begin
Games of skill? Zack could handle these. He could handle them so well. The thing with the hammer and the bell? Rang every time. Throwing a ball to knock things over? Done. Shooting targets? Piece of cake. The only one that was giving him some trouble was this damn ring toss, and he really wanted to win because the booth was giving out really pretty fish as the main prize and wouldn't that look nice on the kitchen counter?
"Dammit... Is this ring even big enough to fit over the top of that bottle?" Zack finally demanded after it had bounced off for the twentieth time. "I think this is rigged. Prove it to me."
III. - Hello Ladies~ (And Gentlemen)
Speed dating. Well, why the hell not? Sure, Zack was taken back home and about to ask the woman of his dreams to marry him, but they had an open relationship, and who even did these things with the serious intention of dating anyone? No one, so there was no harm in any of this.
The ex-SOLDIER put on a charming smile and sat in his chair, reclining just a bit in his seat to let his legs stretch out. This was also a convenient excuse to rest for a moment. But more importantly, he might make some new friends, and friendship and networking were important.
He looked down at the card of suggested topics, trying not to laugh at some of them. "What was the name of your favorite racing chocobo? Really?" He asked out loud to no one in particular, unaware that anyone had come to be seated across from him.
III. - Wandering Wildcard
When he wasn't winning prizes to give away to cute girls or small children, stuffing his face, or humoring the idea of speed dating, Zack was wandering the fair grounds, looking to see what the booths had to offer, or watching the interactions of the people in this world. It wasn't home, but it was close.