12-14-2015, 12:22 PM
For just a second, Zack went briefly cross-eyed at the impact on his face. What the hell? He rubbed his still burning cheek while wincing a bit in pain, shooting an annoyed glare to Miranda while she looked at the other members of their group. Granted, he had no idea what had possessed him to ask her that question here and now, right before Bowser, but he certainly hadn't expected that level of reaction. After all, he'd kept it in a low voice to not attract much attention.
He tilted his head a bit as the feeling came back into that side of his face, and at the same time he flexed his jaw just a little bit just to make sure it still worked. That had been a hell of a hit, for just a glove.
Deciding that they didn't need to get into any sort of squabble right before the Koopa overlord, who they were hoping to get some info and work out of, he let it go, for now, when Miranda didn't answer his question of just what the hell that was all about. He knew one thing, and that was that he certainly wouldn't be asking anything more about where she had come from, since it apparently triggered that sort of response. He'd been respectful towards her injuries and her past, but that evidently didn't get him any credit, so he'd just keep on focusing on the here and now.
"Yea, I'm Zack, by the way," he said, briefly raising his arm up as if it were roll call. The Koopa King looked to him and snorted, clearly unimpressed with the dysfunction of the group before him.
He pondered what titles he could add onto it, but decided that simply his first name covered it for now. Bringing up his position as a first class member of SOLDIER or his former affiliation with ShinRa in general was a moot point, as he'd obviously left all of that stuff behind when he left the organization. It had turned him into a bit of a vagabond, and it was hard to process the thought that all he had worked towards in his life had been thrown out the window. It was certainly sobering, but he was again forced to remind himself that this really wasn't the time or place to be milling that over. So he left his introduction as simply that. Zack.
The Ex-SOLDIER shrugged as he glanced around, briefly, then looked back to Bowser. If he ever found that piranha plant that had told him about the bandits, he'd have a few words for him about staying current with the news. Then again, he could easily imagine word traveling somewhat slowly here.
He shot a look over to the group once more as he waited for someone to speak. Colonel was stoic as always, Miranda was still snarling about whatever had offended her, and Drake already looked like he wanted to change the subject. Zack realized he'd have to get the ball rolling.
"Bandits or not, you still have a problem that could use a little outside help, right?" Zack asked as he returned his gaze to Bowser for the final time. "That's what we're here for, and we're pretty good at it."
Zack glanced amongst the group, realizing that he was, of course, making a pretty wild assumption based on the limited experience they all had together. After all, Drake's grand arrival was pretty much the most impressive thing that any of them had done in front of each other, but he had a pretty good feeling about the team. So he spoke with plenty of confidence, hoping it would be enough to persuade the turtle-like overlord.
He gave one more shrug and a grin. After all, what did the guy have to lose?
He tilted his head a bit as the feeling came back into that side of his face, and at the same time he flexed his jaw just a little bit just to make sure it still worked. That had been a hell of a hit, for just a glove.
Deciding that they didn't need to get into any sort of squabble right before the Koopa overlord, who they were hoping to get some info and work out of, he let it go, for now, when Miranda didn't answer his question of just what the hell that was all about. He knew one thing, and that was that he certainly wouldn't be asking anything more about where she had come from, since it apparently triggered that sort of response. He'd been respectful towards her injuries and her past, but that evidently didn't get him any credit, so he'd just keep on focusing on the here and now.
"Yea, I'm Zack, by the way," he said, briefly raising his arm up as if it were roll call. The Koopa King looked to him and snorted, clearly unimpressed with the dysfunction of the group before him.
He pondered what titles he could add onto it, but decided that simply his first name covered it for now. Bringing up his position as a first class member of SOLDIER or his former affiliation with ShinRa in general was a moot point, as he'd obviously left all of that stuff behind when he left the organization. It had turned him into a bit of a vagabond, and it was hard to process the thought that all he had worked towards in his life had been thrown out the window. It was certainly sobering, but he was again forced to remind himself that this really wasn't the time or place to be milling that over. So he left his introduction as simply that. Zack.
The Ex-SOLDIER shrugged as he glanced around, briefly, then looked back to Bowser. If he ever found that piranha plant that had told him about the bandits, he'd have a few words for him about staying current with the news. Then again, he could easily imagine word traveling somewhat slowly here.
He shot a look over to the group once more as he waited for someone to speak. Colonel was stoic as always, Miranda was still snarling about whatever had offended her, and Drake already looked like he wanted to change the subject. Zack realized he'd have to get the ball rolling.
"Bandits or not, you still have a problem that could use a little outside help, right?" Zack asked as he returned his gaze to Bowser for the final time. "That's what we're here for, and we're pretty good at it."
Zack glanced amongst the group, realizing that he was, of course, making a pretty wild assumption based on the limited experience they all had together. After all, Drake's grand arrival was pretty much the most impressive thing that any of them had done in front of each other, but he had a pretty good feeling about the team. So he spoke with plenty of confidence, hoping it would be enough to persuade the turtle-like overlord.
He gave one more shrug and a grin. After all, what did the guy have to lose?