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Character(s): Badou Nails [OPEN]
Content: Badou takes a nap, wakes up, and ends up in a shiny little city. What. The. Fuck.
Setting: Muspelhiem
Time: Evening
Warnings: Cussing, smoking, whining, and Badou being a grumpy asshole.

Badou shuffled awkwardly around the city, it was kinda quiet but fuck if it wasn't creepy as hell. Where was everyone and how did he even get here? All he wanted was a damn nap. Dammit. Dammit to hell, he should've listened when Haine was complaining about the uselessness of them then maybe he wouldn't be walking around these freaky streets without a single stick of tobacco to calm his nerves.

"Dammit--dammit--dammit, where the hell are the smokes in this place?!"

His voice grew steadily louder as he stomped around, glaring at whatever people he saw, determined to scare them off before anyone tried to approach him. He had his Mac-10 machine guns but starting a fight in a place he didn't know was a stupid move, and he knew it.

Badou searched his pockets fruitlessly again, agitated with the absence of his cigarette box and nervously twitched as his grabbed onto his lighter.

"This has gotta be some awful, shitty joke."

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Gabranth wasn't horribly surprised to find that in the aftermath of his less then comfortable discussion with the skypirates his feet had brought him back to one of the gates. What was surprising was the fact that they'd returned him to the very same gate that he'd entered through. The same gate he'd first found Rasler at.

Not that he expected to find the same sort of luck again, much as he'd like to see another he recognized. Life never had worked in his favor though. But why should it, honorless hound that he was? Luck was for those who hadn't seen their home destroyed and sided with destroyer.

But he wouldn't run. Not like his brother had. Even if it meant staying in a city that he'd much rather have left.

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