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paixaorpg2006-03-16 02:10 am
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Entry tags:
... [Solo/Complete]
Character(s): Rude
Content: The last Turk shows up in Paixao all late and wrong.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate.
Time: Thursday-ish
Warnings: Swearing.
Rude opened his mouth, and unsurprisingly enough, no sound came out. The search for the rest of the Turks had taken him from Fort Condor to Mideel and everywhere in between. They'd all just upped and vanished, and the whole of ShinRa was on his ass to find the rest of his missing department. Now he was missing, because this sure as hell wasn't anywhere on the Planet he'd ever been before. Recon teams had said the open pool of Lifestream that'd taken over Mideel was acting up again. ...maybe it'd finally gone batshit and flooded the surface. But that didn't make sense. He'd been heading back to Junon on a cargo ship when everything went all white and glowing ... kinda like the trees in the City of the Ancients. Next thing he knew, he was sitting on his rear in the grass staring at a place he'd never seen before.
Yeah, this was shaping up to be good. Coulda just ignored the orders to look for Reno and the others and took a break at the Gold Saucer. But nnnnoo. Last Turk standing and all.
Ten minutes in an extremely-dull line later, Rude took the shiny black journal shoved at him, raising an eyebrow at the man behind the booth. "...Rude." He huffed at the man's cheerful insistence, entering the 'Muspelheim Gate in the City of Paixao'. Right, whatever the hell that was. He got as far as the first street just inside the Gates, before thrusting the journal in a pocket and fishing out his PHS. At any rate, he could at least try to call ....
No signal. LOVELY.
Rubbing his stubbled scalp, Rude sighed. "Naa, aibou, this is some real trouble you got me in now."
Content: The last Turk shows up in Paixao all late and wrong.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate.
Time: Thursday-ish
Warnings: Swearing.
Rude opened his mouth, and unsurprisingly enough, no sound came out. The search for the rest of the Turks had taken him from Fort Condor to Mideel and everywhere in between. They'd all just upped and vanished, and the whole of ShinRa was on his ass to find the rest of his missing department. Now he was missing, because this sure as hell wasn't anywhere on the Planet he'd ever been before. Recon teams had said the open pool of Lifestream that'd taken over Mideel was acting up again. ...maybe it'd finally gone batshit and flooded the surface. But that didn't make sense. He'd been heading back to Junon on a cargo ship when everything went all white and glowing ... kinda like the trees in the City of the Ancients. Next thing he knew, he was sitting on his rear in the grass staring at a place he'd never seen before.
Yeah, this was shaping up to be good. Coulda just ignored the orders to look for Reno and the others and took a break at the Gold Saucer. But nnnnoo. Last Turk standing and all.
Ten minutes in an extremely-dull line later, Rude took the shiny black journal shoved at him, raising an eyebrow at the man behind the booth. "...Rude." He huffed at the man's cheerful insistence, entering the 'Muspelheim Gate in the City of Paixao'. Right, whatever the hell that was. He got as far as the first street just inside the Gates, before thrusting the journal in a pocket and fishing out his PHS. At any rate, he could at least try to call ....
No signal. LOVELY.
Rubbing his stubbled scalp, Rude sighed. "Naa, aibou, this is some real trouble you got me in now."