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caughtinanetwork2012-03-23 01:14 am
double_edged) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-03-23 01:14 am
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[It's a peaceful, melodic sound, washing over the feed. The sound of lapping waves, the light, balmy breeze... and the distant sound of an aged man, moaning softly as the sand begins to shift.
As the view comes more into focus, a large furred husk takes up most of it, pushing himself up from the ocean's grasp to blink slowly at his surroundings.]
Where...?
[He stares for a moment longer, brow furrowing in thought, before his memories catch up with him - the Clock, the explosion...
His last words to Ratchet, and one last look at the pocketwatch he held so dear.
With a gasp, he quickly searches his own pockets, sighing in relief at the metallic feel, grateful to whatever force out there that it had still been in one piece. That, and his Praetorian Omniwrench, which laid a few feet from where he'd collapsed.
Considering this world was still in one cohesive piece, he knows that he'd successfully reverted his mistake. And... wherever he was now, this was where he was meant to be.
Except he hadn't expected death to be so... wet. The Lombax's ears droop over his shoulders, heavy with saltwater and dripping down to the sand. And that's where he spots the SFC, laying right next to his wrench. Curious at this little piece of machinery - certainly not Lombax build, that was for sure - he picks it up.
Hello, Vatheon. Meet the General.]
As the view comes more into focus, a large furred husk takes up most of it, pushing himself up from the ocean's grasp to blink slowly at his surroundings.]
Where...?
[He stares for a moment longer, brow furrowing in thought, before his memories catch up with him - the Clock, the explosion...
His last words to Ratchet, and one last look at the pocketwatch he held so dear.
With a gasp, he quickly searches his own pockets, sighing in relief at the metallic feel, grateful to whatever force out there that it had still been in one piece. That, and his Praetorian Omniwrench, which laid a few feet from where he'd collapsed.
Considering this world was still in one cohesive piece, he knows that he'd successfully reverted his mistake. And... wherever he was now, this was where he was meant to be.
Except he hadn't expected death to be so... wet. The Lombax's ears droop over his shoulders, heavy with saltwater and dripping down to the sand. And that's where he spots the SFC, laying right next to his wrench. Curious at this little piece of machinery - certainly not Lombax build, that was for sure - he picks it up.
Hello, Vatheon. Meet the General.]
[Video]
...unless I fall off a ladder and bust my hip, no. Though you're...
Welcome to visit once things are more settled. This is just an unfortunate, awkward time, I'm afraid.
[Video]
[While Nunnally was still somewhat suspicious of others, that doesn't mean that she wasn't going to be kind to others. Besides, wasn't being kind to others a good thing?]
Let me know when you are!
[Video]
...
And.
Thank you.
[Video]
You're very welcome!