Fourth Theft

[icanhastail]

[When Cambot catches up to him, Zidane is still a pony, but ...different. He's plodding along the hall where he would have trotted or flown, his neck and head nearly parallel to the floor instead of being held up proudly. Worst of all, though, is the fact that he's lost all color from his body, from the tip of his tail to the end of his nose. Anyone who knows what Discord does can take that as a bad omen... and anyone who can guess what the opposite of Zidane's personality is can take that as a really bad omen.]

Get away. [He's snapping at the Cambot instead of performing for it, but as it starts to move off he gets second thoughts.] Hey, wait a second, come back here. You guys downstairs - you're trying to take over the world, right?

[His eyes are hard as flint as he speaks to the Cambot, not caring who hears.] Get me out of here and I'll help you. Bring me down to where there's more souls and we can disrupt the cycle completely. It will be chaos such as you've never seen in all your lives and the world never shall see again. The souls of Terra need a home to go to, and this world will do just as well as Gaia.

I'll start up here... When I'm done, I expect you'll be ready for me.

[And with that, he turns and walks off again, purposefully. Cambot hovers, not at all sure if it should follow him, letting out a series of chittering beeps that sounds rather apprehensive.]

((ooc: encounter him anywhere starting from deck 8 down and try to stop him, but be warned he can still fly and has all of his acrobatic tricks up his sleeves.))

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[fatedcircle]

[Squall doesn't know anything about Discord, but he knows that's nothing like the way Zidane ought to be acting.]

Zidane!

[icanhastail]

[He's completely ignoring you, Squall, heading for the stairs and the lower decks.]

[fatedcircle]

[Yeah, that's definitely anything that fits normal Zidane behaviors. As soon as it's clear that nothing good is up, he goes bolting for the stairs Zidane is heading to, newly-acquired tail streaming behind him.

With any luck, he'll get to the stairs before Zidane does.]

[icanhastail]

[He's about halfway across Deck 8 when Squall catches up, though he still doesn't acknowledge him, heading for the next set of stairs.]

[fatedcircle]

Zidane!

[He's hoping Zidane will at least turn to the sound of his name, if nothing else.]

[icanhastail]

[Nnnnnnnope. He keeps walking.] Back off, Squall. I've got something to do.

[fatedcircle]

What?

[Squall's keeping pace with Zidane, as Zidane heads on into the ship.]

[icanhastail]

Kuja was right. It's all meaningless. What's the point of staying if nothing is permanent.

[...The complete opposite of his actual philosophy. He keeps walking.]

[fatedcircle]

[Yeah, yeah it is and without so much as missing a bit, Squall reaches out and grabs Zidane's tail, only because it's the closest thing he can reach.]

What are you saying?

[icanhastail]

You heard me.

[And Squall barely gets a hand on that tail before Zidane's lashing out - and he's good with his pony body - putting all his weight on his front hooves and kicking out behind him hard and strong. If Squall doesn't move immediately, he's getting a facefull of hoof.]

[fatedcircle]

[Squall is not really familiar with horses, but he notices the shift in weight, and drops Zidane's tail in preparation to move... and is just a moment too late to entirely dodge the lashing hooves and he goes down hard.

He'll be sporting an impressive shiner too, in short order.]

[icanhastail]

[And he doesn't care. He just kicked one of his best friends in the face and he doesn't care. He's definitely not Zidane right now, and he breaks into a run as Squall goes down.]

[fatedcircle]

[Yyyyyyep, that's definitely not Zidane, and Squall slowly sits up as Zidane runs off. This is not his day.]

[icanhastail]

[Nope. Down to the Servo deck!]