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Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday
It was Zack's turn to have the fish! The Fish, famous around the island as of a couple of months ago, and when he'd gotten his hands on it, finally, he'd gasped out loud.
Hernando had done an amazing job decorating it, the fish now having a cover of beautiful metallic rainbow scales over its body. There were other modifications he noticed, too, from owners of the fish who had come before. Paint on the plaque it was mounted on, still charred here and there. Whenever he hit the button to make it sing, instead of a dulcet tune it spat out confetti and glitter and a garbled rendition of something that could have been a song, or could have been a horrified screech; it was difficult to tell given how waterlogged the whole thing seemed to sound. And every now and again, from the corner of his eye, Zack couldn't be sure, but he thought the fish was maybe projecting an image of a student having his feet attacked with a Roomba?
At least it could still hover.
"It's okay, pal," he murmured to the fish, giving it a friendly pat on the head. "I know just the thing."
And that was how the fish wound up with a Regen Materia, a small green sphere faintly illuminated with its own internal glow, slotted into the place where its eye should have been.
Before long, it was singing more or less on key again, though it did occasionally still spit water and the odd spent bullet or puff of ash along with its confetti. And, just to be sure, Zack took one of the scales and yanked it roughly off of the fish.
He smiled as it grew back.
"There," he said proudly. "Now you'll never have to worry about getting hurt again."
The animals at the shelter were not necessarily thrilled about the slightly burnt pumpkin spice-scented rainbow fish disco party that the rest of the day became as a result.
[OOC: ENJOY YOUR ETERNALLY SELF-HEALING RAINBOW NIGHTMARE FISH, FRIENDS. Open!]
Hernando had done an amazing job decorating it, the fish now having a cover of beautiful metallic rainbow scales over its body. There were other modifications he noticed, too, from owners of the fish who had come before. Paint on the plaque it was mounted on, still charred here and there. Whenever he hit the button to make it sing, instead of a dulcet tune it spat out confetti and glitter and a garbled rendition of something that could have been a song, or could have been a horrified screech; it was difficult to tell given how waterlogged the whole thing seemed to sound. And every now and again, from the corner of his eye, Zack couldn't be sure, but he thought the fish was maybe projecting an image of a student having his feet attacked with a Roomba?
At least it could still hover.
"It's okay, pal," he murmured to the fish, giving it a friendly pat on the head. "I know just the thing."
And that was how the fish wound up with a Regen Materia, a small green sphere faintly illuminated with its own internal glow, slotted into the place where its eye should have been.
Before long, it was singing more or less on key again, though it did occasionally still spit water and the odd spent bullet or puff of ash along with its confetti. And, just to be sure, Zack took one of the scales and yanked it roughly off of the fish.
He smiled as it grew back.
"There," he said proudly. "Now you'll never have to worry about getting hurt again."
The animals at the shelter were not necessarily thrilled about the slightly burnt pumpkin spice-scented rainbow fish disco party that the rest of the day became as a result.
[OOC: ENJOY YOUR ETERNALLY SELF-HEALING RAINBOW NIGHTMARE FISH, FRIENDS. Open!]

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"Hey, Zack," he greeted, coming all the way into the shop. He gave the fish a mildly startled look, "Y'know, I'm starting to think that thing is following me. It was in the tea shop last week."
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The fish burbled out the most merry rendition of Sabotage, ever. With possible telepathic undertones of The Song That Never Ends.
"I think it's an improvement."
It looked more like a My Little Pony daydream now than a nightmarish charred monstrosity, anyway.
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"I was talking to Iris yesterday, and I have an idea but I'm not sure how valid it is. You up to being an ear?"
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He took a breath, "Iris thought it wasn't a bad idea to maybe start up an adult version of the reserves. Get people together, if they're willing, see if they could start working together. Training, maybe. I don't know. What do you think?"
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A few seconds later, a little sheepishly, he added, "I was a part of them, back in the day. With Arthur."
Pendragon. That Arthur.
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Offering Zack a lopsided smile, he said, "Well, good, I was hoping you might be interested. You said you were bored. Can you tell me about them? Iris said they were divided by like, abilities, and that seems a strange way to do it, to me. I was thinking more groups with different abilities all working to see how they could be most effective."
He fidgeted a moment, "Everyone keeps telling me that we're overdue for another invasion. That it's been a long time since the last one. I don't have a lot of hopes that the next one that hits will be small."
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"I don't either," Zack admitted. "And the divide at the time made sense. Better to have people who know how magic works to round up the people with magic, and the support reserves took care of things like the medics or people who wanted to provide supplies. We all coordinated with one another, but it was a bunch of students. It was important for people to know that they could be useful even without firing a gun or swinging a sword."
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Not always. But sometimes. It galled him that Cerberus had been more proactive about that than the Alliance and Council were. It was not a gap Kaidan would leave, if he could help it.
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Because... dangerous kids, sure, but they were still students. Some needed more guidance than others from people who felt comfortable giving it.
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"I'm just not sure I should be in charge. I'm the new guy."
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He shrugged. The fish screeched Sabotage.
"What I mean is, if you need any help at all, I can do that."
Not that he was volunteering to run the thing. Just that he knew what the thing was.
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He tilted his head a little.
"Do you have somewhere to hold the meeting figured out yet?"
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He shook his head, "No? You know a place that'd be good for it?"
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"If you don't put an open invite, then you'll be potentially missing out on a lot of people who could bring a lot to the table," he pointed out. "And besides... they'd find out from the radio the next day. That said, I'm not afraid to play bouncer if someone shows up and starts trouble. It'd give me something to do."
He leaned his head back, considering.
"I suppose we could try to make use of the gym," he mused. "Or try to find a more permanent space. The community center? Or we can ask about using the room with the stage at the Groovy Tunes. In-- Iris and I live upstairs from it, we're renting from the owner, and apparently there are conference rooms in the basement, too."
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He considered the spaces, "Conference room is an idea."
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"Okay, that makes more sense," he admitted. "You're still plotting logistics, this isn't something you've already got fleshed out, right? Do you know any other fighters around the island? Any other military, maybe?"
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He shrugged, "People who can fight: You, Kanan, Peter, Miguel, Iris, Jono, Liam, Mitsutada, Atton - though he may be out of the count for awhile, who knows. Those are people I know can fight. Will they?" He held his hands up in a 'who knows' gesture. "Military? You, me, Peter, Liam, Mitsutada, Atton, that I know about. Possibly Jono, didn't really ask."
He scrubbed a hand through his hair, "I don't know many people here."
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He gestured with a hand around the shelter, and then smiled sheepishly.
It was better to be sheepish than to really dwell on the reasons why for too long.
"I know Miguel? And Iris, of course."
And it would never not be weird, calling her that so that people knew who he was talking about.
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Which he had.
"And dogs aren't so bad. I like them more than people, most days of the week."
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"Generally, no, and they're usually a good judge of character," Kaidan agreed.
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"I wonder if dogs offer lessons in that sort of thing?"
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Kaidan couldn't talk - he went with his gut feeling most of the time.
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Which was about as close to 'vulnerable caring and sharing time' as Zack tended to get. Emotions were hard.
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In a very, very literal sense, in fact.
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It made him a little sick to think about now, knowing what ShinRa did to their assets.
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Zack gave a fond little smile at that.
"Then it must be," he replied. "I trust her judgement. And you're not wrong... even if the island doesn't need it often, it is something the island tends to need."
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"The island is really good at attracting pillars," Zack replied, wryly. "It finds fighters, it finds people who know what it's like when life gets ugly, and then it kind of throws us all in the mix with no real guidance. Which would work out better if we weren't almost all used to having to hold our own without backup."
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Zack did not seem the sort who would stand there. He seemed more the type who'd yell 'Banzai!' and leap into it.
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"Of course I wouldn't," Zack replied, tilting his head. "Heck, I've made friends in the fray, even since I came back. Miguel and I did some pretty decent damage in our last invasion, it was pretty great."
They'd played amped-up superpowered baseball. With a sword.
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Zack broke into a little laugh at that.
"Hey, you're preaching to the choir," he pointed out. "That's what we were doing before everyone left, after all."
He wasn't sure why the reserves had died out before. He'd been kind of preoccupied at the time.
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"That's another reason I think the adults should step in, though. Continuity."
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"Continuity," Zack echoed, thoughtfully. "I guess, so long as we aren't running back home for one reason or another, at least we're not on a deadline the way the students generally are, yeah."