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paixaorpg2008-02-16 02:04 am
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Entry tags:
A Break [Active]
Character(s): Fox McCloud, open to all
Content: Fox takes a break from exploring to get something to eat. He's feeling a bit down.
Setting: Cafe Ersesat [L7]
Time: evening
Warnings: none
He had spent some time filling out the specifics of his wristcom's map; he was more comfortable with the layout of this strange place, at least. But while he had come across a few interesting people, the natives were all but brainless and nobody he knew seemed to be here. He was sick to death of running into primates (and if he never saw blond hair again it would be too soon). He took a sip from his drink restlessly.
The cafe was nice, at least, and whatever poison had been in the water before was gone, as far as he knew. He spent some time talking over the journal system--it was a strange device, seemingly out of place as far as technology in the city went--and learning more about the organization. He would help to fight them if they were behind this; it wasn't his usual thing, to take jobs without money, but he wanted to go home.
A familiar face would have done him a world of good right now--but somehow he doubted he'd find that.
Content: Fox takes a break from exploring to get something to eat. He's feeling a bit down.
Setting: Cafe Ersesat [L7]
Time: evening
Warnings: none
He had spent some time filling out the specifics of his wristcom's map; he was more comfortable with the layout of this strange place, at least. But while he had come across a few interesting people, the natives were all but brainless and nobody he knew seemed to be here. He was sick to death of running into primates (and if he never saw blond hair again it would be too soon). He took a sip from his drink restlessly.
The cafe was nice, at least, and whatever poison had been in the water before was gone, as far as he knew. He spent some time talking over the journal system--it was a strange device, seemingly out of place as far as technology in the city went--and learning more about the organization. He would help to fight them if they were behind this; it wasn't his usual thing, to take jobs without money, but he wanted to go home.
A familiar face would have done him a world of good right now--but somehow he doubted he'd find that.
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Naja scoffed, just a bit. She wasn't even really actively looking for anyone right now. Sure, she still scoped out newcomers and assessed them amongst everyone else as potential material, but she was keeping herself under the radar lately. Though she was incredibly curious about the new turn of events with the Mayor. She wondered if she would be able to look into it...
If she was back home, she would have been able to without contest.
Figures.
"Yep. That's the one." You'd think she would've had some good juicy intel by now. Heh. Well, what he didn't know that she didn't know, doesn't hurt 'im. "Not much. Lots of potential. Not as much use 'round this place though. There's some, but weaselin' thrrrough the folk of Paixao's cracks is a bit... prroblematic, see."
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He'd been looking through the message boards and journals a fair amount, and what he'd seen was a lot of discontent, but nothing much appeared to be getting done, unless it was kept extremely secret. What he had seen was a lot of fear mongering by that Larxene woman. Something had to be done. Fox supposed he would have to dig deeper if he ever wanted to see Lylat again.