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paixaorpg2006-10-25 09:22 am
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Rod Arrives [Complete]
Character(s): Rodney St. Germain … Rod(M) or Player A
Content: Rod arriving and making his entrance before setting out on orders.
Setting: Niflheim gate
Time: Mid-afternoon
Warnings: None except for Rod disgracing the Turks by running from Nobodies.
Rod was torn between which was the worst part of this morning: the fact that he was hungover or that he was going to be late (or worse yet, miss) work. Veld really didn't take it well when people just didn't show up. Unfortunately, wherever he'd been dropped after passing out in the RedBat last night didn't look anywhere near Midgar. Didn't look like anywhere on the planet now that he thought about it. None of the 'grass' was really grass and what passed for a road here looked more like a wide dirt path. There was no noise that signaled cars being around, no stain of industrial smoke in the blue sky.
The thumping headache and queasiness of his stomache due to the hangover wasn't helping matters or his temper any.
Standing there before the gate, he let loose another string of profanity that included nearly every Turk's name at one point, various observations that included whether or not their parents had been married or even of the human species, and concluded with Rod's suggestion that they engage in carnal acts with themselves positions that were most likely psyche scarring or physically impossible. At the same time if possible. Finishing this rather loud and descriptive rant, Rod eyed the empty table. Small electronical devices were scattered across it, their covers different shades. Helping himself to one, Rod nearly missed the noise behind him, stuffing that in a pocket as he turned.
Rod's mind scrambled for a way to describe the thing that had knocked over the abandoned bucket in the road. It didn't move like a person, its too thin seeming body bouncing from side to side as if it were some sort of weird balloon. An unzipped slash seemed to serve as its mouth although no eyes were visible. Its arms hung down to the ground, terminating in rough points of … he guessed it was material given the straps around it. How it moved was what spurred him to flip on his EMR. The damned thing was quick.
"Shit," he muttered to himself.
Three minutes later, he was running at top speed (which sadly enough did not approach Reno or Rafe’s) through the unguarded Niflheim gate. Behind him was one of those strange creatures. Sliding around the cornre and nearly going arse over teakettle, Rod dodged into the little guardhouse and slammed the door shut behind him. Nearby he could hear people screaming and the noise of battle. One of those weird things he might have been able to take, but when two more had popped up… well, Rod might be thought a bit of an idiot by his peers, but even he knew when to get the hell out of Dodge.
While the noise went on from outside, Rod pawed through the pamphlets and little metallic boxes that had been tossed in here hurriedly during the attack. Flipping one open, he deviated from the usual male behaviour and actually read the directions first. It was easy to ignore the chaos outside with a new techno toy to play with. Finding his allies was the first order of business.
Content: Rod arriving and making his entrance before setting out on orders.
Setting: Niflheim gate
Time: Mid-afternoon
Warnings: None except for Rod disgracing the Turks by running from Nobodies.
Rod was torn between which was the worst part of this morning: the fact that he was hungover or that he was going to be late (or worse yet, miss) work. Veld really didn't take it well when people just didn't show up. Unfortunately, wherever he'd been dropped after passing out in the RedBat last night didn't look anywhere near Midgar. Didn't look like anywhere on the planet now that he thought about it. None of the 'grass' was really grass and what passed for a road here looked more like a wide dirt path. There was no noise that signaled cars being around, no stain of industrial smoke in the blue sky.
The thumping headache and queasiness of his stomache due to the hangover wasn't helping matters or his temper any.
Standing there before the gate, he let loose another string of profanity that included nearly every Turk's name at one point, various observations that included whether or not their parents had been married or even of the human species, and concluded with Rod's suggestion that they engage in carnal acts with themselves positions that were most likely psyche scarring or physically impossible. At the same time if possible. Finishing this rather loud and descriptive rant, Rod eyed the empty table. Small electronical devices were scattered across it, their covers different shades. Helping himself to one, Rod nearly missed the noise behind him, stuffing that in a pocket as he turned.
Rod's mind scrambled for a way to describe the thing that had knocked over the abandoned bucket in the road. It didn't move like a person, its too thin seeming body bouncing from side to side as if it were some sort of weird balloon. An unzipped slash seemed to serve as its mouth although no eyes were visible. Its arms hung down to the ground, terminating in rough points of … he guessed it was material given the straps around it. How it moved was what spurred him to flip on his EMR. The damned thing was quick.
"Shit," he muttered to himself.
Three minutes later, he was running at top speed (which sadly enough did not approach Reno or Rafe’s) through the unguarded Niflheim gate. Behind him was one of those strange creatures. Sliding around the cornre and nearly going arse over teakettle, Rod dodged into the little guardhouse and slammed the door shut behind him. Nearby he could hear people screaming and the noise of battle. One of those weird things he might have been able to take, but when two more had popped up… well, Rod might be thought a bit of an idiot by his peers, but even he knew when to get the hell out of Dodge.
While the noise went on from outside, Rod pawed through the pamphlets and little metallic boxes that had been tossed in here hurriedly during the attack. Flipping one open, he deviated from the usual male behaviour and actually read the directions first. It was easy to ignore the chaos outside with a new techno toy to play with. Finding his allies was the first order of business.