Cliff Fittir (
aerialassault) wrote2014-06-02 05:22 pm
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[Consciousness crept upon him slowly, like a migraine. It slipped in through the window panels with the sun and stung his eyes, but for once Cliff did not want to awaken. He instead rolled over with a groan, burying his face under his arms and promising himself another ten minutes.
But a nagging sensation in the back of his mind kept sleep at bay. He knew in his gut that it was something important, something that was blue and white...
...Fayt.
His eyes snapped open as he crashed into the memories. The dogs and the cultists were all a blur, but the spear stood out in his mind. It was only when he sat up that he registered the not-entirely familiar surroundings and the warm body lying by his side.]
[Action: Locked to Fayt Leingod]
[He messed up, and there was no way to fix and forget about the mess that he had left for everyone to deal with in the battlefield that was once Zompania. It was afternoon by the time he returned to his apartment in the ground building, wearing a fresh set of denim jeans and a comfortable tee-- both of which fit because of some miracle. The dark shades he wore were new, as was he bag he carried by his side that contained the clothes he borrowed off of Souji and yet another set of loose white pants to add to his small collection.
Entering as quietly as he could manage, Cliff did a once-over of the apartment to make sure that things were still mostly as he left it. The Vac whirred and hummed patiently as it made a pass over the carpet, and Cliff found himself smiling.
At least that was still functioning.
After throwing his belongings into his room, he made for Fayt's. A quiet knock was the only warning he gave before he nudged the door open...]
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Yo. It's Cliff.
[It was dark by the time he reached for his journal, but he didn't care. There were plenty of other people that he wanted to see, but there was no way he could go visit them all in one day.
This was the next best thing.]
Can I get a headcount of who all's here and a tally on the damage? And, is the bar open?
[He'll be heading there later if he get's confirmation. For once, he plans to drink unil the damage doesn't look so bad.]
[Consciousness crept upon him slowly, like a migraine. It slipped in through the window panels with the sun and stung his eyes, but for once Cliff did not want to awaken. He instead rolled over with a groan, burying his face under his arms and promising himself another ten minutes.
But a nagging sensation in the back of his mind kept sleep at bay. He knew in his gut that it was something important, something that was blue and white...
...Fayt.
His eyes snapped open as he crashed into the memories. The dogs and the cultists were all a blur, but the spear stood out in his mind. It was only when he sat up that he registered the not-entirely familiar surroundings and the warm body lying by his side.]
[Action: Locked to Fayt Leingod]
[He messed up, and there was no way to fix and forget about the mess that he had left for everyone to deal with in the battlefield that was once Zompania. It was afternoon by the time he returned to his apartment in the ground building, wearing a fresh set of denim jeans and a comfortable tee-- both of which fit because of some miracle. The dark shades he wore were new, as was he bag he carried by his side that contained the clothes he borrowed off of Souji and yet another set of loose white pants to add to his small collection.
Entering as quietly as he could manage, Cliff did a once-over of the apartment to make sure that things were still mostly as he left it. The Vac whirred and hummed patiently as it made a pass over the carpet, and Cliff found himself smiling.
At least that was still functioning.
After throwing his belongings into his room, he made for Fayt's. A quiet knock was the only warning he gave before he nudged the door open...]
[Audio: Open to All]
Yo. It's Cliff.
[It was dark by the time he reached for his journal, but he didn't care. There were plenty of other people that he wanted to see, but there was no way he could go visit them all in one day.
This was the next best thing.]
Can I get a headcount of who all's here and a tally on the damage? And, is the bar open?
[He'll be heading there later if he get's confirmation. For once, he plans to drink unil the damage doesn't look so bad.]
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He stood in the doorway and looked around the room, trying to find that bob of white hair that he knew belonged to Karis. Finding her was harder than he had expected.]
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She's stuffed her face with them by the time he does arrive, and thankfully, Cliff's taller frame is quite easy to spot.] Mrmm mmm! [Karis waves her hand high up in hopes that he'll spot it, unfortunately her voice doesn't carry over all that well due to having food stuffed in her cheeks, enough to where she looks like a hamster.]
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It was almost adorable.
Grinning, Cliff pushed his way through the crowd and slid into a seat nearby, quickly ordering himself a beer and an order of whatever she had before he settled in.]
Well. You sure look happier than the last time we met!
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We'll need to find a way to fix that, then. [He said, raising his glass in a silent toast when it arrived before taking a generous sip of the cold liquid.
It hit the spot.]
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Whatever they came up with might have to wait a couple of days.]
It's getting hot out-- I was thinking that a beach trip would be in order sometime soon. People could, I don't know, go swimming and play volleyball and stuff.
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Pretty basic, really.
[He shrugged and took a generous draw from his glass, carefully watching the young person on his periphery. What was wrong with the beach?]
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[Space pirate doesn't know how to swim.]
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Not really, but 'punch' might be the wrong word. You kinda...close your hands in front of you and bop it over the net. That make sense?
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...You don't get to the beach too much at all, do you?
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Space? Really? I haven't met too many others here who've been there! Feels weird sometimes, knowing that the things normal for you back home aren't even close to being invented for lots of the people in this town.
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Oh, tubs...I had to use one of those not too long ago when my shower suddenly downgraded. [Which was annoying as hell.] So I know exactly how much fun they are. [The last three words just drip with sarcasm.]
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[Headscratch. He gulped down more of his drink.]
Makes it frustrating when you accidentally crash on one, that's for sure! At least they had wheels and tubs....sheesh, tubs.
What the heck is up with the showers downgrading on us, anyway? It ain't fair!
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Tubs are really annoying. [All aboard the tub-hate train!]
I'm not sure, but it drives me up the wall. [She takes a quick sip.] And it's not only been the showers, there were some days that my pistol turned into a dinky little slingshot!
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Oh, man. That must've been annoying! I've just had stuff like with the showers and my hot coffee going cold.
...sheesh. I hope I don't get to my gauntlets one day and find them made of wood!
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Though don't count on anything to not suddenly downgrade. [She swirls what's left of her drink.] Everything's fair game in Luceti. [And she downs the remainder of her drink.]
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...they weren't half bad either.]
Oh, trust me. I know. Been here for about a year and a half now. [He spoke between bites, clearly enjoying the meal.] At least you haven't had to deal with the stuff they pull in the winter yet, have you?
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So you've had a little taste of it. Not bad. I just figre that it's fair to warn ya that there's a string of holidays that are popular on Earth, starting from the late fall and lasting into the spring. The Malnosso, the guys who like to play with the shifts on us sometimes, are also fond of these holidays...and, they like to share it.
...sheesh. Now I'm wondering what they'll do this year.
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