001 || dream a dream of me.

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

[Some dreams have some fluidity. They remain constant, with an overlaying theme - much like a storybook of the consciousness. Others can be sporadic, having no meaning, and easily shifting from one thing to the next. They can be serious, or strange. They can be hopeful, or heartbreaking.

Or... they could be Zack's dreams.

As it is, a deep, dark violet night sky floods the area. You might see quite a bit of snow, as if walking up a steep mountain, with the ice wind blowing through your hair. And right at the cliff's edge stands a man wielding a long, sturdy sword, resting safely upon his back. The weight doesn't seem to bother him in the least - if anything, he's accustomed to it by now, both hands on his hips as glowing, bright blue eyes stare off to the distance.

What could be he thinking about?]

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[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[That? Is enough to anger her. She meets his weapon with hers, clenching her teeth, and all but spits her words into his face.]

What are you letting your guard down for?!

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

[Zack doesn't... really answer that particular question - more for the fact that she wouldn't be satisfied with anything he had to say. So he shoves her back, standing in place to point the Buster Sword at her.]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[It's so simple: Pay attention.

And he's not. And she won't say it again. Instead, she'll let him be hurt by his own folly as failing to take her seriously leaves him open. She gives the sword only a contemptuous look while she decides her next move.

The air swirls with a blizzard from nowhere as the temperature drops sharply. It obscures vision as she moves to a new vantage point, and even the force of the ice and hail itself is enough to not only sting, but cut.]

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

[He's off with a burst of speed as soon as she disappears - only reeling back once when the hail comes down to stab at his arm. The rest, he's able to pop up a Barrier materia, though it'll only hold for so long. He needed to take her down before the materia gave in, and that involved using every little bit of his enhanced senses to find her.

So he starts moving, following the scarce sound of snow crunching, moving, *breathing*.]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[She can feel her heartbeat come faster as she tries to avoid him. It can't go on this way forever, and once she's ready, she breaks her cover with a sharp blow of her sword that releases her energy.]

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

[Zack jumps, just in the nick of time to avoid the full brunt of the blow, though he earns a pretty good gash to his other leg in the process. The SOLDIER hissed in pain - strange. shouldn't it hurt more than that? - dodge-rolling back to his feet, and retaliating in a swift series of slashes in her direction.

At least he knows where she is now!]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[She had to reveal her position eventually; there was no helping that. Now that it's done, she keeps up with Zack's sword work but the larger, heavier weapon taxes even her ice. At this rate, she needs to turn the tables.

Now, how?

After just a split second to think, she runs back into the area coated by the fog. Come on, Zack. Chase her.]

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

W--HEY! [Wasn't she just going off about him holding back? Now she was running away!

Damn, then. He's just going to keep following after you.]

Get back here!

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Perfect.

Her next attack comes without any warning at all, jets of water streaming towards Zack; if they touch, they'll freeze.]