Y Halo Thar, Adstri.
Characters: Michael Trinity (fanguuuus), Uchiha Itachi (kin_slayer), Uchiha Sasuke (Avenging_raven), and Alphonse Elric (bloodseal_soul) [OPEN to Vincent Valentine, (ff_red_turk)
When: NOW. (Oct. 10, evening)
Where: SOMEWHERE THAT IS COLD AND OUTSIDE AND NOT WARM AND INSIDE.
Rating: Let's go with PG-13
Summary: Michael is loud and deaf. The trio decide to come rescue him.
He gave a small groan as he flopped back onto the ground, landing on his rather bony backside and frowning. At least, he thought he groaned. Being rather deaf, he had no idea.
Michael Trinity was not a happy pilot. He didn't know where he was. The last thing he had seen was that Middle-Eastern shit shooting at him. And now he was in this bizarre place with a whole lot of nothing, a slightly-smashed palm-organizer looking thing, and his knife. He frowned in annoyance, flipping the blade in and out absentmindedly.
"Aniikiiiii...." he whined out, unable to hear his own whining. At least the soft vibrations of his sonic blade were akin to sound. The buzzing knife in his hand was better than nothing.
And those people had said they'd come get him and give him food! Michael was not above asking for help in strange, strange places. He would just rant about it and profess that it wasn't needed.
...though, he would much, much rather find Nena and Johann than put up with these people. But whatever, He'd just fucking stab them if they tried anything. He laughed to himself in amusement. "Heh... stabbing them." That thought amused him.
When: NOW. (Oct. 10, evening)
Where: SOMEWHERE THAT IS COLD AND OUTSIDE AND NOT WARM AND INSIDE.
Rating: Let's go with PG-13
Summary: Michael is loud and deaf. The trio decide to come rescue him.
He gave a small groan as he flopped back onto the ground, landing on his rather bony backside and frowning. At least, he thought he groaned. Being rather deaf, he had no idea.
Michael Trinity was not a happy pilot. He didn't know where he was. The last thing he had seen was that Middle-Eastern shit shooting at him. And now he was in this bizarre place with a whole lot of nothing, a slightly-smashed palm-organizer looking thing, and his knife. He frowned in annoyance, flipping the blade in and out absentmindedly.
"Aniikiiiii...." he whined out, unable to hear his own whining. At least the soft vibrations of his sonic blade were akin to sound. The buzzing knife in his hand was better than nothing.
And those people had said they'd come get him and give him food! Michael was not above asking for help in strange, strange places. He would just rant about it and profess that it wasn't needed.
...though, he would much, much rather find Nena and Johann than put up with these people. But whatever, He'd just fucking stab them if they tried anything. He laughed to himself in amusement. "Heh... stabbing them." That thought amused him.