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paixaorpg2006-10-25 01:45 pm
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Character(s): Rodney St. Germain … Rod(M) or Player A and whoever else joins. (Aki? Elena? Bored Turks?)
Content: Niflheim station to the Central Station.
Setting: Central Station
Time: Late-afternoon
Warnings: None yet
Rod disliked trains. In fact, he disliked any machine he wasn’t in control of. He was not the sit and ride sort. Besides, he was trying to figure out how he was going to explain trading away the President’s car keys for a train ticket. He’d try to give the man some gil, but that had been ignored. When the guy had seen Rod’s keychain, he’d offered him a ticket for a few of them. There had been no sorrow in parting with Rude’s carkey and Veld’s office key (which he wasn’t supposed to have a copy of), but the President’s worried him.
Well, according to Elena and Aki, they were stuck here anyways, but if he did somehow find himself back in Midgar, he was going to take the old standby of blaming Reno.
“I don’t know how it happened, Sir, but Reno bumped into me in the hall and then I found that my keys and wallet were missing,” he muttered to himself. That sounded like a good excuse to him. Everyone knew that Reno was nothing more than a thief. Letting that concern go, he stared out the window in clear boredom until they announced the arrival at Central Station.
“Finally,” he growled as he got the hell off the train. Rod didn’t see how people rode them all the time. It would drive him crazy. Looking around, he didn’t see any black suits among the rushing people yet.
Content: Niflheim station to the Central Station.
Setting: Central Station
Time: Late-afternoon
Warnings: None yet
Rod disliked trains. In fact, he disliked any machine he wasn’t in control of. He was not the sit and ride sort. Besides, he was trying to figure out how he was going to explain trading away the President’s car keys for a train ticket. He’d try to give the man some gil, but that had been ignored. When the guy had seen Rod’s keychain, he’d offered him a ticket for a few of them. There had been no sorrow in parting with Rude’s carkey and Veld’s office key (which he wasn’t supposed to have a copy of), but the President’s worried him.
Well, according to Elena and Aki, they were stuck here anyways, but if he did somehow find himself back in Midgar, he was going to take the old standby of blaming Reno.
“I don’t know how it happened, Sir, but Reno bumped into me in the hall and then I found that my keys and wallet were missing,” he muttered to himself. That sounded like a good excuse to him. Everyone knew that Reno was nothing more than a thief. Letting that concern go, he stared out the window in clear boredom until they announced the arrival at Central Station.
“Finally,” he growled as he got the hell off the train. Rod didn’t see how people rode them all the time. It would drive him crazy. Looking around, he didn’t see any black suits among the rushing people yet.
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Stepping clear of the pillar she was previously hidden behind, and away from Rod & Myra; Elena positioned herself so that she could get a clear shot if need be. Shoulders back, chest out, and her body slightly at an angle to the statue-esque figure above them; she wished she was back in her Turk suit to give the stance a more greater sense of authority.
"So you know who we are, but who are you?" She demanded.
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"If that were the case. I would not be surprised." she managed to grumble out, her mind still having trouble comprehending the whole "dying" subject.
It was then that another one of Rod's brilliant statements was heard. Oh what now...? Something about a...gargoyle?
Oh no, not a gargoyle. Myra raised an eyebrow at the woman, wondering who the hell she was and what she wanted with them.
"Well, you got your wish. Didn't know we were so popular." sarcasm was laced in the words. Elena seemed to be already on the offensive, getting ready to shoot the bug woman if need be. Seemed like a good enough idea. Myra cracked her knuckles, flexing her fingers within the leather gloves she wore. If Elena ran into any trouble, she would be more then happy to take the woman down. Things were getting too boring anyway.
((ooc: :O plz excuse my checking upness~ so if this is incorrect just tell me :D))