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paixaorpg2006-05-05 10:39 am
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WTF? [Solo/Complete]
Character(s): Badou
Content: A bit of getting lost, in and out of trouble, and the like.
Setting: Muspelheim gate
Time: Mid-afternoon, Sunday
Warnings: Swearing?
Mmyes, great, just fuckin' great. Just when Badou thought nothing could get any worse, it did.
It started raining.
Lovely. Here he was, soaking wet, fifty miles away from the church, about another ten from the cafe, roughly five thousand dollars in debt, and the Yakuza on his tail. That, topped with NO CIGARETTES AT ALL, was more than just pretty damn shitty. Heine was late, and absolutely uncontactable; he had no idea what had happened to the guy.
Usually what happens is this: Badou says he can manage everything on his own. Heine says whatever and lets him go. Badou screws up, gets into trouble and somehow manages to bum a last smoke off someone after being told that oh, he's gonna get killed. Then Heine shows up and saves his sorry ass.
Something went wrong this time though, cause he was done getting into a ton of trouble and death threats, all that, yadda yadda, and there still wasn't any sign of that
"-anal bastard," the redhead growled to himself, stopping in an alley to catch his breath. "If I ever see him again that guy is going to get one hell of a-" a clatter of can lids and threatening yells to his right, and Badou goes on the run yet again; turning corners, jumping fences, doing whatever he could to get away. Ten minutes of running later, the guy realized that the shouts of the gang members had long since died away, but that wasn't the end to his problems.
He didn't know where the hell he was, now. None of his surroundings even vaguely resembled any part of the city. Especially not that huge dome that loomed intimidatingly a couple of miles away, with some huge golden thing in the front. Badou looked behind him, on both sides and up. Too much grass and definitely way too much fresh air. Something was definitely wrong here. "Oh, fuck" didn't seem to begin to cover it at all. Seeing that there was nothing else he could do, he trudged reluctantly towards the only thing he could see- that biiiig dome.
As he got closer, more things came into focus; the golden flames that formed what he could see now to be an ornate gate to the inside of the dome, and a small booth just by the only means of entrance through the gate. Badou wandered up to it cautiously, already getting increasingly fidgety due to his lack of smokes. All he could see on the booth was a slit, nothing more. As he moved closer to examine it, there was an odd female voice, seemingly coming from nowhere, that went "Name?"
... Or at least he thought it had said something. As he stood there just staring at it half in shock and confusion, about to put the voice down simply as imagination on his part owing to his nicotine craving, maybe, the voice came again, slightly irritated this time: "Your name please, sir." Without thinking, he'd replied and found himself being tugged through by something that he didn't have quite enough time to register, besides the feeling of something cold and metallic being pressed into his hands, and suddenly there he was, standing in the middle of a busy street. Not much of an improvement, seeing that he was still quite lost, but at least there were people here; he'd find his way around... somehow.
At this time the redhead thought to take a look at the metallic item that had been handed to him sometime during the little transition, which turned out to be a mini electronic device that you could type in, and after randomly pressing a couple dozen buttons which beeped and booped futilely, Badou found out that you could also access stuff that other people who presumable also owned a similar device had written and put up. Not bad, not bad at all. Maybe he could sell this for some cash when he got home...
Content: A bit of getting lost, in and out of trouble, and the like.
Setting: Muspelheim gate
Time: Mid-afternoon, Sunday
Warnings: Swearing?
Mmyes, great, just fuckin' great. Just when Badou thought nothing could get any worse, it did.
It started raining.
Lovely. Here he was, soaking wet, fifty miles away from the church, about another ten from the cafe, roughly five thousand dollars in debt, and the Yakuza on his tail. That, topped with NO CIGARETTES AT ALL, was more than just pretty damn shitty. Heine was late, and absolutely uncontactable; he had no idea what had happened to the guy.
Usually what happens is this: Badou says he can manage everything on his own. Heine says whatever and lets him go. Badou screws up, gets into trouble and somehow manages to bum a last smoke off someone after being told that oh, he's gonna get killed. Then Heine shows up and saves his sorry ass.
Something went wrong this time though, cause he was done getting into a ton of trouble and death threats, all that, yadda yadda, and there still wasn't any sign of that
"-anal bastard," the redhead growled to himself, stopping in an alley to catch his breath. "If I ever see him again that guy is going to get one hell of a-" a clatter of can lids and threatening yells to his right, and Badou goes on the run yet again; turning corners, jumping fences, doing whatever he could to get away. Ten minutes of running later, the guy realized that the shouts of the gang members had long since died away, but that wasn't the end to his problems.
He didn't know where the hell he was, now. None of his surroundings even vaguely resembled any part of the city. Especially not that huge dome that loomed intimidatingly a couple of miles away, with some huge golden thing in the front. Badou looked behind him, on both sides and up. Too much grass and definitely way too much fresh air. Something was definitely wrong here. "Oh, fuck" didn't seem to begin to cover it at all. Seeing that there was nothing else he could do, he trudged reluctantly towards the only thing he could see- that biiiig dome.
As he got closer, more things came into focus; the golden flames that formed what he could see now to be an ornate gate to the inside of the dome, and a small booth just by the only means of entrance through the gate. Badou wandered up to it cautiously, already getting increasingly fidgety due to his lack of smokes. All he could see on the booth was a slit, nothing more. As he moved closer to examine it, there was an odd female voice, seemingly coming from nowhere, that went "Name?"
... Or at least he thought it had said something. As he stood there just staring at it half in shock and confusion, about to put the voice down simply as imagination on his part owing to his nicotine craving, maybe, the voice came again, slightly irritated this time: "Your name please, sir." Without thinking, he'd replied and found himself being tugged through by something that he didn't have quite enough time to register, besides the feeling of something cold and metallic being pressed into his hands, and suddenly there he was, standing in the middle of a busy street. Not much of an improvement, seeing that he was still quite lost, but at least there were people here; he'd find his way around... somehow.
At this time the redhead thought to take a look at the metallic item that had been handed to him sometime during the little transition, which turned out to be a mini electronic device that you could type in, and after randomly pressing a couple dozen buttons which beeped and booped futilely, Badou found out that you could also access stuff that other people who presumable also owned a similar device had written and put up. Not bad, not bad at all. Maybe he could sell this for some cash when he got home...