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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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Though it was now a three on one, Larxene still held the advantage with her speed, thunder magic, and pretty much everything else she could think of. She wasn’t even worried in the least when one of them displayed the ability to cure others. It only meant that she would get to hurt the blonde some more! She would have to thank her for giving her the extra opportunity.
And she knew the perfect way…
Sprinting into a charge herself, Larxene jumped high off the ground. Head-on rushes were so easy to predict. Soon enough, her trajectory had placed her directly above the feisty little girl. She readied her knives, but found herself having to abandon her position in the air after hearing a gunshot.
Landing away from the Turks, she looked at her shoulder, where the bullet had just managed to graze through her coat.
“Is this all you guys can do to me?” She then made a note to keep an eye on the one who had fired that shot at her…
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Her immediate thought was, What the hell do I have to watch out for...? She's not going to get me! in all this blind arrogance she failed to notice the woman she was charging at was gone before it was too late. Myra looked up, eyes wide at the woman now above her with knives in her hands. That didn't look good.
Myra was about to jump out of the way before a loud gunshot rang in her ears. Aki...? He shot at her...? ...When did he get a gun..? Shaking off her bewilderment, she nodded thankfully at her co-worker before turning quickly to face the woman again, who was now notably farther away.