Cliff Fittir (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
aerialassault) wrote2014-06-02 05:22 pm
aerialassault) wrote2014-06-02 05:22 pm
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006 [Action/Audio]
[Action: Locked to Souji Okita]
[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.]
[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.]
[Action at the bar]
Wait. You mean it's not some kinda funny cocktail?
[Because, cactus juice. It had to be a funny cocktail.]
[Action at the bar]
Well, they do have a cocktail version of it. [He walks over and points it out, right there, just a few entries higher.] But they have the REAL stuff? Real cactus juice?
I mean, I'll admit that it was very tasty, and I was a little desperate at the time. But I don't know why someone in their right mind would choose to drink it! Then again, it doesn't have that much of a description now does it...
[Action at the bar]
What's wrong with it, anyway? People eat fruit from cacti all the time, yanno.
[Ever hear of a cactus pear, kid? He'd need to introduce you someday.]
[Action at the bar]
Okay, sure, fine, don't believe me. Try it for yourself if you want. Watch the world melt away into zillions of killer bees, hallucinogenic mushrooms, and nonsensical oblivion as you quench your thirst. Just don't blame me if you have to have someone bring you back home in the next hour.
[Action at the bar]
You totally lost the big guy, kid. Cliff looked at the young man in confusion, wondering if they were even talking about the same thing.]
That sounds like it must've been a crazy ride, but are you sure that it's that cactus juice they're talking about on the menu?
[Action at the bar]
Okay, well, he didn't know, at least scientifically speaking. But... the thing, with the other thing... it just had to be.]
Oh no, I'm not going to fall for that trick of trying it just to see if it is. Hallucinations aren't exactly my idea of a good night. Besides, even if it isn't, I'd be just as happy with a milkshake.
[Which he proceeds to order right then.]
By the way, the name's Sokka.
[Action at the bar]
[Like the beer that was keeping him company at the bar, which he downed more of to make his point.]
[Action at the bar]
The barkeep comes back with a milkshake, and Sokka takes a long draw from it before turning to Cliff again.]
So, Cliff, have you been here long? I've... only been here for maybe two weeks, and I still get the feeling that this world just doesn't make any sense whatsoever.
[Action at the bar]
So, Sokka. What sort of things did you do back home?
[Action at the bar]
[Sarcasm detected. But never mind that, we're now talking about Sokka now!]
Oh, I've done a little bit of everything back home. [He starts counting them off on his fingers.] I'm half-warrior, half-swordsman, half-scientist, half-tactician, half-detective, and half-motivational speaker. [He's obviously not a mathematician.] I traveled with Aang the Avatar, my sister, and a few others to help defeat the Fire Nation since they were, you know, trying to take over our world.
You?
[Action at the bar]
Uh...just so ya know. You'd need three of you to fit all those halves, and you don't seem like the kinda guy who'd like that. It kinda makes it tough to be unique.
Back home? I knock heads, travel space, and I'm a bodyguard for a guy whose in town with me. It ain't anything that special-- I just have fun.
[Action at the bar]
You're a bodyguard? For someone famous? Anyone worth getting an autograph from?
[Action at the bar]
Sounds to me like you've got three names. That's way different from being three people, but whatever.
[He shrugged.]
And I don't think my friend would appreciate having people ask his autograph. He's not famous, but he is something special-- not that it really matters here.
[Action at the bar]
Sokka curbs his enthusiasm after Cliff summarizes the details on his friend. In part, it's about not getting an autograph. In part, it's because Sokka knows he's at least broached a sensitive subject. (Not that that's stopped him before though.)]
Ah. Sounds a lot like Toph from my world. Nobody would have ever asked for her autograph, but she creamed the biggest Earthbending champion I ever knew. [Not that he knew that many, though.] So what's your world like?
[Action at the bar]
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.]
The world I'm from? Is outta this world-- literally. People go sailing up in the sky with the stars all the time...I admit, I'm a little tired of being planet-bound, but that's liefe here.
What's 'earthbending?'
[Action at the bar]
[Then again, Sokka never thought of being able to fly before meeting Appa and Aang, so...]
Well, it's some sort of magic stuff that manipulates the ground, rocks, and—if you're good enough—metal. Toph was able to pull up solid chunks of stone from the ground and hurl them at people, fling us into the air like a catapault would by moving the ground underneath us, and able to tear holes in metal.
[Action at the bar]
Yeah, we can go in space. You just need the right engine, enough fuel, and a properly made ship to do it. It's harsh out there, so you can't just take any ship and expect to survive the trip.
[His tone was casual. It was a concept that was normal for him.]
That magic stuff sounds nifty, though. You wouldn't happen to know how something like that works, do ya?
[Action at the bar]
Wow. What I wouldn't do to actually see one of those ships up close so I could figure out how they work. I mean, I'm sure they're slightly more complicated than submarines and tanks but...
As far as magic goes... I wish I knew. Bending is a talent that you're born with, and I don't have the talent for it. But my sister can bend water and ice. Zuko could bend fire and lightning. And Aang could control air and all the other elements because he's the Avatar.
[Action at the bar]
[He scratched his chin, thoughtfully. He was no Symbologist himself, but he had several good friends who were...it was just refreshing to hear of another world that didn't treat the 'magic' like...magic.]
And I'm afraid I can't get you a good look at any space ships here. There's no space here for one, and the tech here's limited. But, if you want, I do have a set up in the Dome that's a pretty decent copy of my speed demon back home. I can show that to ya, if you'd like.
[Action at the bar]
I honestly don't know what I'd do if I had the opportunity to learn magic. I used to think it was all this weird, useless hocus pocus stuff, but all of my good friends can do it, and it's saved us so many times...
But that said, I would love to see this copy of your "speed demon"! [Like seriously, Sokka is crazy excited to see this. He doesn't exactly know exactly what this copy will be like, or even what to expect of this ship, but he'd love to see it.] How big is the real thing?
[Action at the bar]
Hey, whatever you do with magic is your choice. I'm not entirely sure I'm sold on it either, but plenty of people here find it useful.
...Either way you pick, that ain't something I can help you with. But, showing you the sim of my ship? Very doable, and I think I've got her pretty close to scale. She ain't the largest or prettiest thing you'll ever see, but she's one of the fastest ships in the galaxy back home.
[Action at the bar]
Well, size and form wouldn't be the important parts of a ship anyway; the important part is that it can actually fly... and second that it can do so fast enough.
Just how fast is fast though?
[Action at the bar]
And fast....well. She's fast enough to outrun any enemy ship we run into. Of course, we kinda needed to scrap her weapons and shields just to get her to that point, but it doesn't matter when no one can catch her.
[Action at the bar]
[It is a shame the actual ship isn't here, but what can you do?]
[Action at the bar]
Yeah, but you wouldn't have been able to experience all the same things. Different forms of travel have their consequences, yanno, and I can tell you for sure that you'll never truly know someone till you've seen 'em rough it.
Besides, taking a year to see the world? That sounds like it was pretty cool!
[Action at the bar]