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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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He lacked a quick comeback to the comment about hating them all, but then again, one wasn't necessarily needed. The build-up of electricity on her arm put him on guard quick. One didn't become a Turk by waiting for bad shit to happen. A flick started his EMR charging, the stink of ozone tainting the air with the matching crackle of electricity.
He had been about to get aside when the freight train that was Myra hit him, matching the staccato cough of Elena's gun firing. He did yelp then because being shocked by his own weapon when sent into an unexpected tumble was not one of his favourite things. All right, so he wasn't as great with the e-mag as he should have been.
At least Reno wasn't there to laugh at him.
"Ya got the part about me owing you right."
Getting to his feet and convincing his body that it didn't hurt as much as he thought it did, he scowled up at the woman. Down here, he was at a disadvantage as well. His weapon was made for shocking the hell out of someone while beating them senseless. Drawing back to the cover of a pillar, he watched the cockroach woman, ready to pull back should she send another bolt down at him.
"I got outta bed for this?"
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Now how to do this...? Myra scanned the room. It was
34 of them against one...Most of them relied on close combat, Aki with his katana, Rod with his EMR, and her with her fists. Elena was the only one carrying a weapon that was long distant. If Elena could slow her down, they could move in from there.So this woman hated all Turks and wanted to see them dead. Oh, how nice....and just who was she again? She didn't look like anyone they had to fight before, and Myra had never seen her with AVALANCHE. Maybe a resident of this...place that learned of them through an information leak, or someone hired by another enemy to take them out. Whatever, in all honestly she didn't care, she just wanted to get this done and over with.
"Who are you!?" she barked out suddenly, her tone clearly showing that her patience with the woman was more then gone.