aerialassault: (piss off)
Cliff Fittir ([personal profile] aerialassault) wrote2013-12-08 06:22 pm

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?
etherealblast: (Invent - doze)

[action]

[personal profile] etherealblast 2013-12-08 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
[It might be cold to Cliff, but this was a lot warmer and more comfortable than Fayt's bed had been in a while.... and it was nice enough that Fayt found himself so inclined to plaster himself against the source of the warmth, wrapping his arms around the soft feeling pillow. It was a bit lumpy, but not at all uncomfortable.

Since when did he have a heated pillow, though...?]
misterbrief: (Put them in with the luggage.)

fucking action

[personal profile] misterbrief 2013-12-08 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[He hears the "Hey. Could ya gimme a hand for a minute?", mistakenly thinking the girl is addressing him, and not someone else, to which he turns with a cold hard look.]

No.

[Hasn't quite gotten the best look at who he's talking to yet. Some blue haired chick. Didn't think there was any other blue haired girls past Bulma and Bulla.]
sewdamncute: (with Naoto)

[personal profile] sewdamncute 2013-12-08 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kanji turned at the sound of the girl's voice. He took a step back. his heart racing as he saw the blue hair and the surly expression.]

Naoto? When'd you...

[Wait, not his friend from home. Embarrassing.]

Er, sorry, I thought you were someone else.
faithfulflame: (Priestess Cute ?)

[Handwritten]

[personal profile] faithfulflame 2013-12-10 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Well the writing is familiar. The face in the picture? Not so much. Which means...]


Cliff-san?!