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?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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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