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paixaorpg2009-07-13 09:24 am
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Character(s): Angeal Hewley, anybodyyyyyy.
Content: Bored of being cooped up in the hotel for so long, Angeal takes a walk around town.
Setting: Jotenheim
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Language, the potential of being blown off if he doesn't like you. :||||;;;;
He was often a man of action, and little words. Which was why simply sitting around in a hotel suite, twiddling his thumbs just wasn't working out here. He'd seen the network, even if he hadn't been around to post anything.
Timon had returned, apparently acting strange. ...well, stranger than usual. Everyone of the kidnapped victims seemed to have the habit of acting strange when they were eventually returned back to the city, and the winged SOLDIER was determined to get to the bottom of it all. Zack was here, and Sephiroth. And Reno, he supposed, but Turks weren't exactly something he would dedicate his entire being to.
Sorry to say.
He stood up from the bed, quietly closing the electronic journal and opting to simply leave it there in his room. Nobody would take it, not even those strange clones hanging around the hotel. If they did, he'd make sure to ask for it back. He didn't have the Buster Sword, but it didn't mean he couldn't punch someone in the face. He wanted to avoid violence, if necessary. But Angeal Hewley was a vengeful man.
He made his way slowly, through the halls, the doorways, and the overall complexity of the place to the front door, which he shut behind him. Not particularly wanting to walk far, the SOLDIER spread out his wings and jumped into the air, holding his balance very well for a dead man. He wouldn't gain too much altitude, not with that dome in the way, but just enough to travel faster than usual and relax for once.
Content: Bored of being cooped up in the hotel for so long, Angeal takes a walk around town.
Setting: Jotenheim
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Language, the potential of being blown off if he doesn't like you. :||||;;;;
He was often a man of action, and little words. Which was why simply sitting around in a hotel suite, twiddling his thumbs just wasn't working out here. He'd seen the network, even if he hadn't been around to post anything.
Timon had returned, apparently acting strange. ...well, stranger than usual. Everyone of the kidnapped victims seemed to have the habit of acting strange when they were eventually returned back to the city, and the winged SOLDIER was determined to get to the bottom of it all. Zack was here, and Sephiroth. And Reno, he supposed, but Turks weren't exactly something he would dedicate his entire being to.
Sorry to say.
He stood up from the bed, quietly closing the electronic journal and opting to simply leave it there in his room. Nobody would take it, not even those strange clones hanging around the hotel. If they did, he'd make sure to ask for it back. He didn't have the Buster Sword, but it didn't mean he couldn't punch someone in the face. He wanted to avoid violence, if necessary. But Angeal Hewley was a vengeful man.
He made his way slowly, through the halls, the doorways, and the overall complexity of the place to the front door, which he shut behind him. Not particularly wanting to walk far, the SOLDIER spread out his wings and jumped into the air, holding his balance very well for a dead man. He wouldn't gain too much altitude, not with that dome in the way, but just enough to travel faster than usual and relax for once.
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The wing had extended outward, to begin to take off again, when he spared one more glance at the familiar blonde. There was something about him, something that... made him reluctant to just leave him there. He'd been chased all over the city because the kid was somehow facinated by his flight, and even if he shouldn't have been able to care... he somewhat did. It was strange.
"...look." He started out carefully. "Just try and keep up."