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[orgenix]

The last thing she remembered was putting their knowing tags on the Vermilion Bird’s flag.

Class Zero would never be forgotten, and Rem would do her best to make sure of it. Despite the differences, and despite the arguments that happened throughout the war, there was still a deep bond between them that couldn’t be replaced. It was special, and now that they were gone, it felt as though a piece of her was missing-- Much like it did when she lost her family, and Izana, too.

Being brought to this city only made those feelings intensify. As far as she had been aware when she first woke up here, she was alone. The days spent searching for Machina proved to be for nothing, and the possibility that her dead classmates were brought back to life wasn’t something that ever crossed her mind.

Which was why, when she saw the familiar red mantle, she froze.

“Queen...?” Her voice was hesitant, unable to believe was right in front of her. Alive. 

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[classclownzero]

     While with the other familiar students he met so far, Jack felt excitement and curiosity at the prospect of them being here too, when he sees Queen he feels something else entirely-- relief, even if he doesn’t recognize it inside himself. She’s one of the more rational members of Class Zero and, in this place, they could really use someone like that.

     He makes sure to catch up with before she’s too far away, placing a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to halt her movements. ❝ Queen! Boy, am I glad to see you here! ❞ He’s certain about that, at least.  ❝ This place is pretty big, isn’t it? Have you seen the others yet? I’ve met.. ❞ He begins to count on his fingers.  ❝ Well, you, Eight, Sice, and Cater. What about you? ❞

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[frstrpr-blog]

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A long but gentle stare. The quietness of the forest made the scene more dramatic than it ought to be, than it should be. A reunion or some sort? Almost enough to make him allow a bitter chuckle to escape his lips. He idly stands up from the tree stump, both hands dusting the dirt that clung to his gloves while he was on his search of his Tonberry whom he hoped to be just wandering around somewhere.

His fixated glance at his fingers shifted momentarily to give her a look, only for it to shift back to where it was before. "Who else is here?" A question that didn't sound so welcoming, unfriendly as always. “You are unharmed, I presume?” In truth, he is somewhat happy to see that she's here with him. It’s just beyond him to say such a thing aloud.