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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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Peering out from behind his pillar, Rodney’s eyes narrowed down. What the hell was that bitch that she was able to throw down lightening like that at them? He hadn’t seen any materia in her hand or anything that would be able to launch attacks like that. While the others rushed her, he stood back, watching and searching for a weakness. If he went running in as well, he’d end up getting tangled with someone else. Despite how stupid or foolish the others thought him, Rod had been running his own street gang before becoming a Turk, something he would have told them wasn’t an activity a dumb person could manage. It took some strategy and thought before jumping in.
And then that bitch let loose her attack.
Electricity sizzled up into him, the Turk taking the hit from the cockroach woman. By now, one would think that he and electricity would be good friends. The only thing he had to be thankful for right now was the fact that the stone pillar he’d been behind had taken the worst of it. Stone did make a good insulator if nothing else. His nails rasped over it as he rode out the pain. Like all things, even pain came to end eventually. Damn but that woman was strong.
Snapping back on his EMR, Rodney tried to ignore the scent of fried him as he slunk out. Myra had her in direct combat, Elena was down, and Aki was somewhere off to his side. Moving around to the side, teeth clenched against the electrical burns lacing him, Rod tried to get behind the cockroach woman. His instructors at Shin-Ra Military Academy had always complained that he used an expensive piece of equipment like an EMR more like a thug would a lead pipe than like Reno did.
When she had her back to him, Rod charged, swinging his EMR and trying to catch the cockroach woman in the rib area.