aerialassault | 003 [action/text]

[Action: Locked to Fayt Leingod and (maybe) Albel Nox]

[It was cold.

Cliff shifted under the blankets and stretched his legs, not caring about anything but the familiar knitted sheets that touched his bare skin and the familiar scent of what he knew was his apartment in town. It was simple. It was a taste of the freedom he would grab once he slept off his aching muscles and refreshed his weary mind.

For the moment he just wanted to appreciate the warmth. He didn't remember the beds being this comfortable...]

[Action: Open]

[People in town might notice an unfamiliar young woman wandering about the shops that afternoon in search of something that fitted better than the oversized leather bomber jacket and heavy boots that covered her thin white dress. Her striking blue hair and green eyes bore a startling resemblence to another young man, Fayt Leingod-- but, that had to be coincidence.

Passers by might even find her asking them a simple question in a tone that hinted at her contained frustration:]

Hey. Could ya gimme a hand for a minute?

[Clearly, she wasn't used to asking for this sort of help.

Later on, a quick message in a familiar hand is scrawled out in the journals for everyone to read:]

[Text]

I'm back. Anyone miss me?

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Not a thing.

[Do you see this innocent expression? This totally says he's completely innocent. Totally.]

Are you done primping now?

[Fayt rolls his eyes at Albel's usual antics, moving away from the wall to head into his room.] Give me a chance to change too, then we'll go.

[Since... uh. he's only in a pair of pants right now.]

[Cliff glowered at Albel in lieu of a reply. That man sometimes...]

Yeah, go get dressed. The sooner we get moving's the better.

[Because, Shifted or not, Cliff's desire to warm up was becoming rivaled by the desire to punch Albel something fierce.]

[Fayt nods, ducking into his room to change quickly into more suitable clothes for... well, going outside.

This is probably going to be the quickest outfit change ever, but it'll still be a few more moments of those two alone than Fayt really wanted to risk right now.]

[Oh for the love of...]

Hurry up.

[He grumbled under his breath, tapping his foot in impatience.]

[Cliff searched around the apartment for something to throw over top in the meanwhile, taking note of the new layout of the place as he did so. His belongings were all there, to his relief, and his leather bomber jacket was perfect-- if somewhat too big.

He slipped it on and tossed Albel a look.]

I don't think the moody cat act is gonna do it for ya this time.

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[Albel turned a glare toward him... her... it... whatever, not in the mood for dealing with anyone's attitude.]

[Just to exemplify the point, he pounded his fist against the wall, another reminder for Fayt to move his ass.]

Cool it! I'll be out in a second. [He was dressing as fast as possible, alright.

And true to his words, it isn't long before he steps out of his room, tugging a jacket on himself.]

[Cliff just huddled in his jacket and darted his gaze between the two of them.]

...Is there anything you two need to tell me before we head out?

[Suspiciously. Albel seemed a little testier than normal.]

[Albel raised an eyebrow at that.]

What are you implying, fool?

Like what? I don't think so... [He still wasn't exactly going to admit his recent difficulties with this shift.]

[Headscratch.]

Oh, I dunno. Might be nothing.

[The tension in the air was making him uncomfortable.]

[Albel glared, having a feeling he knew what Cliff was getting at, and silently promising he'd gut him if he was ever stupid enough to say as much. Finally, he let out an annoyed noise, turning to leave the apartment.]

Let's get this over with.

[Fayt glances from Cliff to Albel, curious. What the heck.....?

He made a mental note to ask Cliff about whatever was going on later.] Yeah, let's go.

[A lazy, almost nonchalant shrug. He only called things as he saw them.]

Lead the way. I ain't going nowhere.

[Albel spared the now female ape another glare, before storming out of the apartment. He was... just going to put Cliff's damn implications out of his head. Stupid, irritating...]

[Fayt stares after Albel for a moment before turning back to Cliff with a shrug, as if to say 'Who knows?'. But after that he makes his own way out, trailing after Albel at a calmer pace and heading out of the apartment and down the stairs into the street.]

[Cliff trailed behind, jacket fully zipped and furred collar turned up against the cold as he shuffled about in his now-too-large boots. Apartment and Shift aside, at least the two of them were still familiar-- it was a good thing, even if Albel was frustrating.]

So. [Cliff chimed up as they entered the street,] did I miss anything while I was out?

No.

[...Albel was a little too quick to answer there, but then again, it was cold out, and to hell with the damn cold. The less he had to talk, the less they had to hear his teeth chattering.]

Besides Nel leaving, nothing really. [That and... Fayt driving everyone he knew up the wall. Not that he'd admit to that.]

It's all quiet out in the field then, huh?

[Interesting. It made him wonder if there was some kind of catch around, either one that he missed or one that was coming up. Over a month without any action Luceti-side felt off to him.]

You showing up like this has been the most interesting thing to happen since I arrived.

[…he may have sounded a little too smug there. Oops?]

[At least they were fast approaching the store that had clothing. The less he had to listen to them whine and find something to complain about, the better.]

I don't doubt that's going to change. [Fayt's tone is deadpan. Really, some of the past shifts they'd been exposed to.... He still would bet good money that some of the choices in 'experiments' were just done for sheer sadistic amusement factor on their captor's parts.]

[The current Shift, in Cliff's opinion, was sadistic enough. He could only imagine what could happen if the Malnosso had their way in the coming weeks, if he was getting his calendar estimates correct.]

Then I bet you guys are glad that the fun's back. [He grinned.] Whatever those guys've got in mind....we'll take it.

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