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[strifefully.livejournal.com]

Character(s): Cloud, open...? :D
Content: Arrival in a darkness-clad Paixao.
Setting: Joutenheim
Time: Half past no one knows anymore what time it is...
Warnings: I can't forsee any...



Well, that was unpleasant. The last thing he'd known, Cloud had been racing on his motorcycle, leaning in against the wind, ready to rev the engine, anticipating that new burst of speed, and then -- BAM.

He was sure, at first, that he'd crashed. Maybe the front tire had hit a stone and swerved him off course, leaving him no time to react. It wasn't good that he didn't seem to be able to see anything, despite the fact that he was pretty sure his eyes were open. He had landed on his back, facing straight upwards, and seemed to spring to his feet immediately after that first few moments of uncertainty.

With his heart pounding and his breathing heavy, the world around him slowly started coming into focus. And what was this thing beside him? It seemed to only slightly resemble his phone, but... Scooping it up, he examined it by turning it over in his hands.

"What's... going on?"

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[dothevoice.livejournal.com]

Another exit? Of course there were other exits. It was simply that they all seemed to have developed the same cover of hedges. Another indicator that things were not entirely as they seemed. It was like something out of some fairy tale, honestly.

"They've all turned up the same way," she answered rather matter-of-factly. Needless to say, it was highly inconvenient, even without any real need to leave the city.