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paixaorpg2006-11-11 02:49 pm
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Luck? Yeah right. [completed]
Character(s): Saitou and NPCs
Content: Saitou being rescued by NPCs and brought to Aiches to recover.
Setting: around Niflheim
Time: late evening
Warnings: none~
Some people call him lucky to be surviving so many battles and disasters, but he really would like to disagree. For one, having one's foot jammed under a million tonnes of rubble is not a nice feeling when one is still alive. And another, one needs to smoke when one is alive, and it is not a nice feeling to be running out of cigarettes either. Also, it seems that having his head bashed made him call himself 'one' like a certain red-headed battousai does. How awful.
Saitou takes another drag from his cigarette, gingerly shifting a little to give his broken left arm some space. He has been sitting here for quite some time now. While he is conveniently hidden from the strange white creatures, he is also hidden from any passerby who might help him. He can call out, sure, but he won't.
He can get out and go to a hospital himself. Saitou will do that once he finishes this one cigarette, or two. That is none of your business.
Content: Saitou being rescued by NPCs and brought to Aiches to recover.
Setting: around Niflheim
Time: late evening
Warnings: none~
Some people call him lucky to be surviving so many battles and disasters, but he really would like to disagree. For one, having one's foot jammed under a million tonnes of rubble is not a nice feeling when one is still alive. And another, one needs to smoke when one is alive, and it is not a nice feeling to be running out of cigarettes either. Also, it seems that having his head bashed made him call himself 'one' like a certain red-headed battousai does. How awful.
Saitou takes another drag from his cigarette, gingerly shifting a little to give his broken left arm some space. He has been sitting here for quite some time now. While he is conveniently hidden from the strange white creatures, he is also hidden from any passerby who might help him. He can call out, sure, but he won't.
He can get out and go to a hospital himself. Saitou will do that once he finishes this one cigarette, or two. That is none of your business.
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Saitou merely nods in reply to Michael's explanation of the hospital they are heading to. He couldn't careless about how good the hospital is, really. He is used to taking care of his wounds himself. As long as the hospital has clean bandages then Saitou will be fine. He prefers going to the nearest hospital, really, but he is not going to complain.
"Is there any other Michael around here?" Saitou cannot quite put the man's face into memory, so finding him afterwards might get hard. Michael seems to be quite a common name among foreigners like him. Saitou wants to remember him so that he can repay the man later.