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paixaorpg2009-12-22 03:30 pm
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So this minion walks into a bar...[Complete]
Character(s): Megara, Tifa
Content: Meg looks for a job at the sexiest bar in town.
Setting: Seventh Heaven [G7]
Time: Midday, week 16
Warnings: None.
Tifa had seemed concerned. Heartless on the streets was apparently a constant threat, but based on what Meg had heard from various people, she might be one of the few with little reason to worry. After all, if Hades was one of the people controlling them, what was the likelihood that he'd risk one of his (or maybe only) pawns?
She sighed as she headed towards the G7 district, ducking her head. Maybe this was a bad idea. As long as Hades was here, she was a disaster waiting to happen to anyone around her. Tifa seemed like a nice girl, real helpful and friendly...she didn't deserve the fate that would no doubt befall her if Hades caught wind of this.
Meg stopped walking, crossed her arms and scowled at nothing for a moment before turning around and heading back the way she came. A few seconds later, she stopped again, sighing heavily, and turned around once more. It wouldn't hurt just to check the place out, right? As much as she liked the odd ambiance of The Cheap Prayer, she needed a new haunt. Not to mention she was absolutely famished.
So she made short work of the rest of the trip, finally coming across what looked like an old suite, abandoned for years but recently cleaned up to the best of its ability. The sign was clear as day, so this had to be it.
Megara pushed the door open, poking her head inside, one eyebrow arched. "Hello?"
Content: Meg looks for a job at the sexiest bar in town.
Setting: Seventh Heaven [G7]
Time: Midday, week 16
Warnings: None.
Tifa had seemed concerned. Heartless on the streets was apparently a constant threat, but based on what Meg had heard from various people, she might be one of the few with little reason to worry. After all, if Hades was one of the people controlling them, what was the likelihood that he'd risk one of his (or maybe only) pawns?
She sighed as she headed towards the G7 district, ducking her head. Maybe this was a bad idea. As long as Hades was here, she was a disaster waiting to happen to anyone around her. Tifa seemed like a nice girl, real helpful and friendly...she didn't deserve the fate that would no doubt befall her if Hades caught wind of this.
Meg stopped walking, crossed her arms and scowled at nothing for a moment before turning around and heading back the way she came. A few seconds later, she stopped again, sighing heavily, and turned around once more. It wouldn't hurt just to check the place out, right? As much as she liked the odd ambiance of The Cheap Prayer, she needed a new haunt. Not to mention she was absolutely famished.
So she made short work of the rest of the trip, finally coming across what looked like an old suite, abandoned for years but recently cleaned up to the best of its ability. The sign was clear as day, so this had to be it.
Megara pushed the door open, poking her head inside, one eyebrow arched. "Hello?"