Twelfth Theft

[icanhastail]

HEY!

[Umm, you know that thing where you feel uncomfortable if you start speaking out against authority? Yeah, guess who's not paying attention to that at all. If you look close, you can tell Zidane's still feeling the weirdness because his facial expression is a little off, but he's spent his life speaking his mind about everything (and, on a more subliminal side, overcoming oppression) so like hell he's not going to do it now.]

[Also he's just goddamn pissed if 90% of his expression is anything to go by. While he's been annoyed on the Satellite before, usually he just more or less goes with the flow, but this just hit the last straw for him. Because he's standing outside the theatrical deck and the Satellite not only stuck a bigass lock on the door, but took away all his picks so he can't just sneak his way inside.]

It's not enough to take away all our colors and anything that we can use to express ourselves, it's even worse that you're making the girls stay in the most boring part of this ship, but now we can't even open these doors?! Who in the HELL are you to say what we can and can't do, we are NOT your PUPPETS!

[And apparently he's... really serious about proving that wtf Zidane where did you get an axe?! It's not a huge axe, no, but it's still an axe, and his clothing isn't restrictive enough to stop him using it. He grabs it from where he left it propped up against the wall and immediately starts swinging it at the lock, over and over, striking the metal repeatedly in an attempt to get in.]

[He's not quite aware that the tip of his tail is starting to turn blond again...]

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[milliondollarpipes]

[Harvey watches these proceedings with considerable interest. He's never been much for authority himself. Honestly, he didn't even really want to go into the theatrical deck before, but now...]

No lockpicks?

[icanhastail]

They took them all. [Hear that Harvey? That was through gritted teeth. And yes that was totally an admission that he normally has at least one set, more likely several, that he knows how to use them, and that he probably has used them in the past on the SoL. Right now, he doesn't care.]

[WHACK!]

[milliondollarpipes]

Yeeeeah, I'd offer ya a blowtorch, but those all quit workin'. Guess they didn't have fire in the fifties.

[Don't even ask why he was trying the blowtorches. He's getting a certain look in his eyes though. One that he hasn't had for probably quite a few years.] You ain't already busted into the media deck, have you?

Necessary threadjack

[thirteenth_brat]

I'm on my way to do that, actually. Care to join me?

[milliondollarpipes]

Sure. Just lemme...

[He pauses. Sighs and rolls his eyes. And then clears his throat and begins to speak to the room at large.]

Well, gee! Speakin' as a red-blooded American man, it sure would be great if I could get some tools for fixin' things. And other wholesome, Ward Cleaver stuff. [Pause.] ...golly.

[He glances at the ground, then picks up a small toolbox from offscreen. Opening it and looking through it for a second, he shrugs.] That'll do. With ya in a second, kid.

[thirteenth_brat]

[This should prove interesting.]

Okay.

[milliondollarpipes]

[He arrives there a few minutes later, having taken a slight detour on his way to see if Zidane was finished.]

Hey, kid. [He drops the toolbox, looking at the lock with a half-smile.] Man, I ain't done anythin' like this in years.

[icanhastail]

No, working- [WHACK] -on- [WHACK] -this one- [WHACK] -first!

[fatedcircle]

[On one hand, Squall is glad to see that Zidane's actually still around. On the other, he's not at all sure what to make of the sight of Zidane attacking the doors. He's got no problem with the doors being open, but then again... it's an axe.

In the end, he decides that the best way of dealing with is like the simplest. Namely, showing up in person, and isn't long at all before he comes hurrying around the corner.]

Zidane!

[icanhastail]

[WHACK! Sorry Squall, he's in the middle of something!]

What do you want, Squall?

[maybeimaleon]

[There's a long moment of silence, as Squall tries to figure out exactly what to say.]

...Where'd you get the axe.

[icanhastail]

Weapons deck. They missed it whenever they stared locking everything up.

[WHACK!]

[fatedcircle]

...How do you miss an axe?

[icanhastail]

Don't know, but- [WHACK] -good thing they did!

[He thinks he can feel the lock starting to budge! He may be little, but he IS strong after all.]

[fatedcircle]

...Do you need any help?

[icanhastail]

Get down- [WHACK] -here if you want!

[fatedcircle]

I don't suppose there's more axes?

[yabigfurball]

[Ammy takes note, and starts barking at Zidane. Not so much at the fact that he's trying to axe his way onto one of the floors, but more the fact that he's got some color returning to him!]

[icanhastail]

[Sorry Ammy, he still can't speak wolf goddess :(]

Be with [WHACK!] you in [WHACK!] a minute [WHACK!] Ammy!

[yabigfurball]

[And unfortunately, Ammy can't go all the way downstairs to where he is, so she's stuck communicating via Cambot. She continues to bark, wagging her tail at him to indicate he should look at his tail.]

[icanhastail]

[And he's going to keep battering at the door with the axe, because Ammy, it sounds like you're just cheering him on. Not that that also doesn't help! But the color spreads gradually up his tail...]

[yabigfurball]

[Ammy starts to get a little bit frustrated that he’s not paying attention, and she still can’t go down there and show him herself. But his hacking at the door does seem to be bringing the color back! So she just continues to bark...maybe he’ll notice, and if not, it at least seems to be helping...]

[icanhastail]

[Truth to tell even if he was paying attention he wouldn't notice his tail, because he's just so used to having it be a part of him. But the encouragement is appreciated, Ammy!]

[yabigfurball]

[It's still spreading! Ammy keeps barking, more than she ever has in awhile. Her voice is going to go hoarse at this point! Is he going to get through?]

[thirteenth_brat]

[Roxas had noted the discomfort of speaking against what passed for authority. He hadn't quite been sure what to make of it, though with how restrictive things have been getting, he's been growing increasingly frustrated.

Zidane's words, especially about puppets, tweaks his thoughts a bit. He's thinking. Especially about the things that have been pissing him off lately. Chiefly, the fact that the way things have been going lately reminds him far too much of other things he's been through. He's been in situations where someone has tried to control him, to keep him in line in a way he really didn't want. This situation really wasn't so different.

And he realizes Zidane's got the right idea. As long as they let this crap happen to them, they're pretty well fucked. They might be stuck with on this satellite and unable to escape, but they'd always had their free will.]

Hey Zidane? Where'd you get that axe?

[Yes, he is thinking of trying to take out the lock on the media deck. He'd much rather have a Keyblade, but he'll have to make do with what's on hand.]

[icanhastail]

[For this one he'll take a break - he's not conditioned to strong overhand chops like this, so his shoulders are starting to ache a bit. How did Rusty do this?]

Weapons deck - think it might've been the only one, but they had a couple other things there. Like a big mace. [Which he couldn't lift.]

[thirteenth_brat]

I'll have to go take a look. Thanks.

[A sledgehammer would do it too, come to think of it. Anyway, off he goes.]

[icanhastail]

Have fun with it. [He's going to keep battering away at the door. IT CAN'T STAND UP TO HIM. IT WILL GIVE EVENTUALLY.]

[colorbymemory]

[Worried Namine is worried--that's no prop axe he's using there.]

Zidane, be careful!

[icanhastail]

I'm being careful! [No he's not.] But this- is- STUPID!

[He was so going for another word with "stupid" there.]

[colorbymemory]

[Yeah, she's not taking that at face value. Sorry Zidane, but the lack of caution is obvious here.]

Maybe, but--

[Then she notices something.]

Zidane, your tail! The color is coming back.

[icanhastail]

It wha-?

[Wh-CLAAAANG. That swing of the axe misses and strikes the doorframe instead, which is more sturdy and better fixed in position since it doesn't have to move, jolting his hands and making him yell and drop the weapon. Still that doesn't seem to bother him that much, as he whirls and grabs for his tail in one motion.]

[colorbymemory]

[Namine winces. She hadn't meant to make him mess up, though drawing his attention to something else had been part of her idea for mentioning the color.]

Sorry! But, your tail is getting some of it's color back. I thought you'd want to know.

Not following authority has never bothered Riku. XD

[halfdarkened]

[Riku cracks his knuckles and his neck.] I'm not taking any of this, either.

I can lend a shoulder. And I might be able to break down a branch from the nature deck to help, unless you wanna use that axe with that, too. [He can do this either way.]

Ooooooof course not XD

[icanhastail]

If you wanna help, better get down here. [Sure the door is metal, but it's not all that well constructed, and the lock seems to be kind of flimsy. Enough to stop a person barreling through, sure - not enough to stop a concentrated effort against it.]

[halfdarkened]

On my way.

[icanhastail]

[When he gets there, Zidane will still be whacking away with his axe. Come on Riku, come contribute to the destruction!]