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Who: Haseo xxadeptroguexx and Kadaj adventlead
Where: Marshall Street, somewhere around the apartments/damage.
When: Sometime after this.
Rating: There's going to be some violence probably, and probably some cursing, so PG-13 for now.
Summary: Haseo is betrayed, and wants a few words with Kadaj, face-to-face.
the log:
Kadaj put the communicator away. He would have a visitor soon, and he had done just like Haseo had told him to.
He stayed nice and put, like the good little puppet he was. Puppet? Who knew. He didn't feel much like doing anything anyway. Legs curled up to his chest, now Kadaj was just too numb to care. He had lost some of his best friends. Harry was mad at him. Beyond that, Kadaj didn't know. He had lost someone who was like his brother.
But they were alive. For now.
What would he see in the other's eyes once Haseo arrived? Anger? Yeah. Disgust? It didn't matter. He would have to stare him in the eye, at least enough out of respect. He'd face up to it as best as he could. Kadaj lowered his head, rubbing his face into the leather a little. He hadn't cried, but he wasn't Loz. He hardly cried.
Shinjiro had helped at least, as much as one could. Gave him enough hope to where he didn't give up. Even so, he couldn't back down from this. It was the only thing he could do.
What would Rinoa think? Kadaj gasped quietly, lifting his head up again to look for any sight of the other.
Where: Marshall Street, somewhere around the apartments/damage.
When: Sometime after this.
Rating: There's going to be some violence probably, and probably some cursing, so PG-13 for now.
Summary: Haseo is betrayed, and wants a few words with Kadaj, face-to-face.
the log:
Kadaj put the communicator away. He would have a visitor soon, and he had done just like Haseo had told him to.
He stayed nice and put, like the good little puppet he was. Puppet? Who knew. He didn't feel much like doing anything anyway. Legs curled up to his chest, now Kadaj was just too numb to care. He had lost some of his best friends. Harry was mad at him. Beyond that, Kadaj didn't know. He had lost someone who was like his brother.
But they were alive. For now.
What would he see in the other's eyes once Haseo arrived? Anger? Yeah. Disgust? It didn't matter. He would have to stare him in the eye, at least enough out of respect. He'd face up to it as best as he could. Kadaj lowered his head, rubbing his face into the leather a little. He hadn't cried, but he wasn't Loz. He hardly cried.
Shinjiro had helped at least, as much as one could. Gave him enough hope to where he didn't give up. Even so, he couldn't back down from this. It was the only thing he could do.
What would Rinoa think? Kadaj gasped quietly, lifting his head up again to look for any sight of the other.