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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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After a bit of focusing on her drink and her journal, both something that Naja was becoming quite accustomed to, Naja closed the journal with a sigh and gazed up lazily at Fox. "What can I say? It was worth a shot. Perrhaps then then we fall to Plan B. A bit of a.... march on City Hall..." She purred. Though while the idea of starting a "march" to City Hall (a large protest even would be comical), it wasn't at all what Naja wanted.
Even Timon, their "soon-to-be-Mayor" was getting uneasy about how things were going. Being afraid for friends. Naja didn't quite have the same problem, pawns were easily replaceable. Except, she hadn't quite found any pawns here, and the folk she did find, she'd like to keep using, even for a bit longer.
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Fox didn't mind working with this woman. She at least seemed to have a good head on her shoulders, and seemed to be able to take care of herself. And it wasn't as if he was going to get very far on his own. He tilted back in his chair slightly.
"They must have killed the mayor for some reason," Fox said. "Are they planning something...?"