What to do next?...[Open]

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Zack walked into the Tram Common from the Sand-Lot. Some people were giving him the 'glare', although he couldn't blame them; He dressed a lot differently than the rest of the people here. Not only that, but he had the Buster Sword on his back. Zack did find it odd, though....he could remember that he gave the Buster Sword to Cloud, but yet, he had it with him still. He knew for sure that he gave the weapon to him, so why did he still have the sword?....Zack shook his head, deciding not to ponder on the thought for long. Angeal gave the sword to him; Zack thought of it as a 'second' chance for him. Why he was given this, he still didn't know; Zack was still looking for answers, although nothing was coming up.

Zack continued to walk, as he began to get lost in his thoughts. Twilight Town, as residents called this city, was quite peaceful. There were no monsters or fiends around the area....no company like 'Shinra'....Come to think of it, Zack has never seen anything 'fight'. Twilight Town was like what Shinra had hoped for Midgar; A peaceful city without any worries about fights or war. At least, that's what Zack thought of it.

Suddenly, a person walked up to him. "Hello sir," The guy said. Zack snapped out of it at the sound of a person. "Oh...hey. What's up?" The person cleared his throat as he said, "Could we ask a favor?" A group of kids were forming behind the person; probably the leader of the whole group. "Sure," Zack said with a smile on his face. Finally....he was going to do something. It was probably something childish or small, but Zack didn't really mind; if it got his mind out of the gutters, then he would do it.

The person nodded his head as he pointed over to the 'crack' on the wall. Zack looked back, although he already knew what it was. The person was silent, almost like he had a 'fear' of it. "It's a crack on the wall...so what?" Zack asked, a little bit confused. The person mumbled to the kids, then looked back at Zack. "You see...there's a creepy mansion on the other side of that crack. We were wondering....could you go in there for us? Just to tell us what's inside?"

Zack looked up, pondering to himself. It sound kind of dangerous....he was up for it. Zack nodded his head as he said, "I'll do it. So, what do you exaclty need from there?" Then one of the kids spoke out from behind."It's for a class project!"

Zack looked down, almost disappointed. His arms completely 'fell' as he thought to himself, 'I'm doing this for a kid's grade?....' He was hoping that there would be something to 'fight' in that mansion....Something that would help him 'train'. He sighed quietly, not wanting the kids to hear it. 'I guess it's better than nothing...'

Zack stood up straight again, and with a thumbs up, he said, "Leave it to me." All of the kids sighed, as if a 'burdened' has been lifted from their shoulders. "Alright," The person said with a smile on his face. "We'll be waiting for you at the train station. Good luck! Oh, and don't get lost." The kids left, running back to the train station.

Zack was left there, standing on his own. He sighed with a much louder voice. "Kids will be kids....no matter where you go," Zack mumbled. He shook his head as he looked over to the crack. He might as well get this thing over with as quickly as he could. Who knows....maybe this mansion might have a clue on what he is doing here.

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Oh what a fine day! Fresh air, cool breeze, and that spectacular shade of yellow, orange, and red that eternally cloaked the skyline of the world known only, simply, sweetly, and commonly, as Twilight Town. Everyone enjoyed the peace and solitude of this place, it was a place of refuge, calm, who wouldn't love it? Well, if it were all really that good we wouldn't be having this little happening would we my dear friends?

A clicking, clacking noise, oh so steady, oh so rhythmic, oh so annoying...what the hell would make a noise like that? Simple! Shoes. A simple pair of quaint blue, shoes. Tapping, resonating, in turn rebounding, then resounding, and eventually echoing from their original location at the feet of their creator, but that is where we would like to draw the attention next, the owner of these shoes.

The clicking stopped suddenly, the figure stopping some five feet behind a man, a strange man, for these parts at least. He had a large sword strapped to his back and he looked dangerous yet hardly evil. The owner of the shoes stepped forward slowly, the light cascading off of his form and revealing him to be a clown, a clown dressed in the gayest, most cheerful colors.

He wore a suit of green with yellow and pink polka dots, and his frilly white collar had red balls hanging from it. His face was powdered with white makeup, his nose covered by a large red ball as a cheery, happy smile curled across his lips, his eyes nearly shut it would seem, red triangles going both up and down from his eyelids. He also had a cap on his head, green with yellow and pink polka dots again, some of his curly orange hair sticking out from beneath it.

"Hello stranger!" He said happily as he raised his large, white gloved hand respectfully and watched the man. "What brings you to this lovely world? Visiting? Sight seeing? Meeting someone maybe?" His questions were a bit hurried and before the man could respond he continued. "I'm here for a bit of a homecoming myself, I've been gone for years, nice to see the place is still so similar to how I remember it." He stood silent after that, smiling and waiting for the man to speak. But one couldn't help but notice there was something very off about this...'clown'.