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damned_institute2010-04-27 03:46 pm
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Entry tags:
- claude,
- dean winchester,
- endrance,
- guy,
- haine,
- hanatarou,
- haseo,
- heiji,
- indiana jones,
- kairi,
- kaito,
- leon (so2),
- naruto,
- peter parker,
- raphael,
- renamon,
- rolo,
- scott pilgrim,
- shinichi,
- taura,
- wolverine
Day 49: Early Afternoon - Tasty Burger
[ Continued from here. ]
The damn burger place was actually the last place Haseo would have wanted to revisit after the previous week, but there was little other choice when practically dragging the distraught Endrance along with him and trying to find an appropriate shelter: he couldn't be certain anywhere else close would have somewhere to sit down, and the only other place he'd actually been inside of - the grocery store - had been somewhere Endrance had also been in when the town had been full of zombies.
This was where Haseo had been with Leon and Kibitoshin when the nightmare started, but... well, he couldn't remember if he'd ever mentioned that particular piece of information to Endrance or not, and at the moment going somewhere that wasn't as bad to Endrance, even if it was more unsettling to Haseo, was more important. Most of the places were enough to make Haseo feel secretly sick to his stomach anyway.
Hurrying through the door, he immediately guided the Blade Brandier to the side, behind a dividing booth and by a window sporting a display that mostly blocked it. He couldn't keep from staring around a bit (was that chair over there the one he'd used as a weapon?), and his mind was strangely blank, but he'd gotten alright at doing things without thinking. If only that could work all the time.
"Sit," he said seriously, and made to do the same.
The damn burger place was actually the last place Haseo would have wanted to revisit after the previous week, but there was little other choice when practically dragging the distraught Endrance along with him and trying to find an appropriate shelter: he couldn't be certain anywhere else close would have somewhere to sit down, and the only other place he'd actually been inside of - the grocery store - had been somewhere Endrance had also been in when the town had been full of zombies.
This was where Haseo had been with Leon and Kibitoshin when the nightmare started, but... well, he couldn't remember if he'd ever mentioned that particular piece of information to Endrance or not, and at the moment going somewhere that wasn't as bad to Endrance, even if it was more unsettling to Haseo, was more important. Most of the places were enough to make Haseo feel secretly sick to his stomach anyway.
Hurrying through the door, he immediately guided the Blade Brandier to the side, behind a dividing booth and by a window sporting a display that mostly blocked it. He couldn't keep from staring around a bit (was that chair over there the one he'd used as a weapon?), and his mind was strangely blank, but he'd gotten alright at doing things without thinking. If only that could work all the time.
"Sit," he said seriously, and made to do the same.
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Her lips settled in the faintest of smiles. "I am Teresa." Taura had mentioned ships. "Are you a sailor?"
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"Space ships. I'm a soldier." The for hire part could wait, especially as she wasn't ever going to go solo freelance. She'd be with the Dendarii until the end, one way or the other.
That was if she could ever get back.
"Hand-to-hand combat specialist; they still call us marines some times, even if we only see water if we drop into a gravity well. Or if someone blows the hell out of a comet, but trust me, you don't want to see that." She shrugged again. She was good at null-gee work; motion sickness was optional when designing a human from scratch, and conveyed no benefits. But there was something to be said for having solid ground under her feet as well.
"You?"