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Furnado Animal Shelter, Saturday

So, there were monsters falling from the sky.

That was really all Zack needed to know. Before the storm had hit, he'd brought the chickens into the shelter, which on its own had been an adventure, so at least he didn't have to worry about those. Sort of. So long as the sharks stayed... out.

That was where Zack paying a visit to the animal shelter came in. The wind was vicious, the rain was pelting down at him, and he didn't notice. Nor did he care. He was lauging as he leapt here and there, slashing at the sharks, throwing huge shards of ice at them and burning through his magic reserves like the world was ending.

Which, in fairness, around here, it absolutely could be. It didn't matter. For the first time in years, he was in his element.

[OOC: Open for your animal-shelter-during-a-hurricane or killing-sharks-with-a-crazy-FF-boy needs!]

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It was hard to miss the noise of sharks being killed in the streets.

Peter dodged around a corner, saw Zack, and took a moment just to figure out how that insanely large sword even worked. And hey, someone else that knew magic.

He threw a bolt of force at a shark to one side, nodded at Zack, and saluted him with his sword. "Having fun?"

"More than I've had in ages and ages," Zack replied, grinning and firing off a little salute at the sort of familiar face. Whatever impression he might have given off at the beach, he was something different now, very clearly far more in his element here than he had been before.

And expertly cleaving sharks in two. As you do.

"How about that weather, huh?"

Peter laughed. Hey, he wasn't going argue with anyone's coping techniques. "It's certainly something. I think it's got teeth."

"Oh, it definitely has those," Zack shared, holding up a hand and dropping another huge chunk of ice onto a shark, flattening it before it could get close to the shelter. "Several rows of them."

Earth animals were weird.

"They regenerate them or something, I think," Peter said. He'd never really studied marine biology.

"But they usually stay in the sea!" he protested, blasting another with lightning.

"Do they?" Zack seemed kind of surprised at that one. "I really wouldn't have guessed. But then, I'm not really super familiar with them, either."

"They're fish," Peter confirmed. "Purely water dwelling." He ducked as one went flying by, lashed out with his sword, and cut deep into its belly, using his magic to finish it off.

"Usually."

"Well, I guess there's plenty of water," Zack mused, spinning around with his sword to neatly cleave another shark right down the middle, lengthwise. "Fandom's had enough strange things happen, I wasn't going to be surprised if it turned out these things could actually fly."

That gave Peter pause for a moment. "I suppose they could be from another dimension where they do, but if they're from Earth, no."

Zack gave Peter a thoughtful little frown at that. Yes, even as shark guts sloshed down around his feet.

"Isn't Fandom on Earth?"

"Fandom is," Peter said, "but we've had dimensional weirdness happen before."

"Sure," Zack agreed, "but Fandom's all kinds of weird all on its own, too. I figured not all of it came from somewhere else. Not in a place like this."

He threw out a hand, and even through the rain and win, a huge fireball engulfed a shark, leaving nothing but a charred husk in its wake.

"Well, as far as I can tell," Peter stopped to blast another shark out of the sky, "most of these are from Earth. Except the ones that talk. And they all seem to be sea creatures."

"Fandom's had fish that can fly before," Zack shared. "Even without the storm. They looked a lot like these, but they were smaller, so..."

Hey, it was sometimes hard to be sure, with Fandom.

"This place is weird, wherever these things are coming from."

Peter snorted. "You'll get no argument from me there."

A shark wearing a ruff tumbled by, shouting, "Why, he was met even now
As mad as the vexed sea, singing aloud -" before it started singing, "Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside..."

Peter just watched it tumble in a circle around them and back out to sea and shook his head.

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Zack watched the shark tumble by as well, and then kind of blinked at Peter.

".... So, not one of the Earth ones?"

Just making certain.

Peter blinked back. "No." Then again, the Shakespeare and song were... "I don't think so."

"Okay."

Zack threw off another blast of Firaga, and then shook his head a little.

"Then wherever it was from was weird, too."

"Or really artistic." Peter thought about it - maybe it was a world of all sharks, and this poor guy was on vacation or something, and just got sucked up...

...and was singing as he went flying through the air over a strange land city.

"No, sorry - you're right. Also weird."

"See?" Zack laughed a little, and then gave another ridiculous leap to cut another shark off at the pass. This one got hit with the blunt side of his sword, sending it careening off into a second shark that was getting too close for comfort. "I know weird when I see it."

"Yeah?" Peter grinned and shifted, taking his sword with him, into a huge golden eagle with iron claws, launching to take out a shark with them.

Was that weird, Zack?

... Zack had seen weirder. At least Peter hadn't eaten a handful of Zack's hair before changing.

He did blink once or twice before shrugging and sending another fireball at a shark as it came at Peter from behind.

"Yep," he agreed, grinning a little. "I'd say I definitely do."

Peter shifted back mid-air and fell sword-point first to take out another shark. Even with metal claws and metal-laced feathers, the wind was fierce.

"What you're doing doesn't feel like magic," he noted. "Where's the power coming from?"

"Home," Zack replied, a tiny, tired little smile on his lips just at the mention of the word. "Everything I do is all a little bit of home, letting me use its energy."

He was possibly not the best one to ask about the intricacies of materia, or about the process that had turned him into a member of SOLDIER. But he had some idea, sort of, about how it all worked.

"Maybe when we're not being bombarded with monsters, I'll let you take a better look at what I use, but now's not exactly a great time."

"Fair enough." It certainly sounded like magic, albeit from a different world.

Peter launched himself with magic this time, keeping his form as he flew up and plummeted down, stabbing through another shark and pushing off to get high enough to slice through a second before coming down on a third with a crunch.

Oh, hey, Zack could do that too! Sort of. He tapped into his high jump materia, launching himself upwards from a standstill, a height that could easily have cleared a building, before coming back down again blade-first on top of another shark.

The whole process was a little trickier than he'd hoped, mind, given the weather, and when he came back down again he had to throw himself into a shoulder roll to compensate.

"Maybe I keep my feet on the ground after all," he decided, squinting back up at the oncoming sharks.

Peter grinned. "The wind is tricky." Especially when you couldn't change your density to compensate for it. "I was cheating," he confessed.

A large one got closer, and he brought his hands together, pulling lightning from the air to strike it. In this weather, that was much easier.

"And half the time, people say I'm the one with the unfair advantage," Zack noted, smiling a little all the same as he got back to throwing more Blizzaga spells at the incoming fish. "I don't suppose that's any kind of trick you can teach me, huh?"

He'd just watched the guy turn into a bird. He was pretty sure that wasn't how he worked.

"Maybe," Peter said. "That's another thing for later, though."

"Fair enough," Zack laughed, clearly far more relaxed than he had been that night on the beach. "We'll have to put it all on hold, I guess, in the meantime."

He found himself with a few seconds to survey the damage so far, and then shook his head.

"Man-oh-man," he sighed. "I'm going to have to rebuild that chicken enclosure."

Since about half of it had blown away.

Peter glanced over. "Are the chickens okay?" He remembered Zack had liked them.

"I brought them in before the storm started," Zack replied. "They're a little more crowded than they're used to at this point, but they're safe inside."

As well as everything else.

Zack was planning on staying here until the storm blew over to make certain it stayed that way, too.

"Good." Peter nodded. There was a crash from the next street over, and Peter looked that way, then glanced back at Zack. "You good here?"

"Better than I've been in a long time," Zack replied, giving Peter a grin and a thumbs-up. "You go ahead, I've got things covered here."

And could continue to do so, easily, for the next couple of days, if need be.

Peter returned both the grin and the gesture. "Take care."

Turning, he ran toward the noise.

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