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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.
no subject
A distraction. Larxene was the most heard of character from this big-bad Organization. It wouldn't surprise Naja if the shocking woman had done the deed.
Naja scowled. "Now that's an idea to look into," she mumbled, almost to herself. She wondered how to go about it. She had no Sentinel-lackies here to send off into corners of the city and dig up information. She'd have to do it herself, and not necessarily make it public. Couldn't be over the message board. Maybe the journals? Lock it from the known Organization members, maybe...
Hm. Interesting, indeed...
There was a plotting look on her face as she finished her drink.
no subject
He wouldn't agree to working with Naja on the terms she presented on the post in the message board, but perhaps other things could be arranged. And any lead was better than nothing at all. Things needed to get moving so they could all get home.