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paixaorpg2007-03-11 11:59 am
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Two Dead Guys [Complete]
Character(s): Betelguese, Matt
Content: Betelguese says he knows a way to get out, which Matt wants to know very much.
Setting: Cafe Ersesat, the one near Muepelheim (N3)
Time: A little bit after this thread
Warnings: None, as of yet
It wasn't that he was usually a twitchy individual, but when he ran out of cigarettes (a catastrophe he hadn't suffered from for the past three years) that he began getting anxious. And now, when he was back to life after dying (so he assumed, as long as this wasn't hell), and stuck in a strange city, the fact that all he had in his pocket was an empty packet was the icing on the cake. Taking one last drag before tossing aside the stub of his last smoke, he slouched in his chair, casting around nervously at his surroundings.
Where the hell was that loon? ...he wasn't one to normally just offer his services left and right to people, but this was different. The situation he'd left behind before his death was catastrophic; he'd promised to meet Mello at Nagano and get the two of them out of there, but now that he was here instead of there, who knew what had happened? Anything was possible. The police caught on with Mello, or maybe even killed...
"Fuck!" Swearing under his breath, he scanned the crowd once again for some sign of the man who'd offered him a way out.
Content: Betelguese says he knows a way to get out, which Matt wants to know very much.
Setting: Cafe Ersesat, the one near Muepelheim (N3)
Time: A little bit after this thread
Warnings: None, as of yet
It wasn't that he was usually a twitchy individual, but when he ran out of cigarettes (a catastrophe he hadn't suffered from for the past three years) that he began getting anxious. And now, when he was back to life after dying (so he assumed, as long as this wasn't hell), and stuck in a strange city, the fact that all he had in his pocket was an empty packet was the icing on the cake. Taking one last drag before tossing aside the stub of his last smoke, he slouched in his chair, casting around nervously at his surroundings.
Where the hell was that loon? ...he wasn't one to normally just offer his services left and right to people, but this was different. The situation he'd left behind before his death was catastrophic; he'd promised to meet Mello at Nagano and get the two of them out of there, but now that he was here instead of there, who knew what had happened? Anything was possible. The police caught on with Mello, or maybe even killed...
"Fuck!" Swearing under his breath, he scanned the crowd once again for some sign of the man who'd offered him a way out.
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Still, this man said he knew a way out. As tempted as he was to deal the other a punch, he instead satisfied himself with rolling his eyes behind his goggles and giving a snort. Besides, the transformation and teleportation abilities meant this man was probably more than powerful enough to shrug off a blow. Silently thanking the heavens that he'd had his gloves on when he died, Matt gingerly lifted the hand thrown about his shoulder and shoved it off, trying not to wrinkle his nose in distaste.
The invasion of personal space, the teasing, the kiss, the smoke. It was all probably just in order to rile him up, and, since he knew it, he wouldn't fall for it. Hopefully.
"Yeah, yeah, we all know how good a smoke tastes." Subtly inching his chair away marginally, he faced the ghost, propping up his head on the table and trying to keep a neutral expression. "But I'm not really interested in that. I told you what I can offer. Now, how do you propose getting out of here?"