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Who: Seifer, Open
Where: Dissimulo-Discedo subway
When: Today at sane hours
Rating: PG
Summary: Clearing out the subway
the log: Seifer had been working on the subway since Kresnik and Japan had left for Discedo to pick up the new arrivals there. Even more so since those spray painted words and his post over a week ago. Heh... it wasn't really that hard. Clearing places concrete had fallen in the way or killing the monsters that were attempting to take the tunnel back. Even resetting the track in places wasn't that difficult with his para-magic once he figured out a good process. That sword Lucca had made him wasn't any less of a help either, there were things he could do with it he certainly couldn't do with his gunblade.
It certainly was an assist now as he ripped it out of the chest of a behemoth. Raising his hand he set it on fire, watching it crumple to its knees and fall over. Another one down. You'd think they'd make this harder, really...
Well whatever. He picked up the camping lantern he'd found in the hunting goods store. As long as this got finished by the end of the week who cared. ...And now he was sounding like Squall. Things just got better and better.
"You're borin' me to death down here!"
...That had a nice echo, what did you know.
Where: Dissimulo-Discedo subway
When: Today at sane hours
Rating: PG
Summary: Clearing out the subway
the log: Seifer had been working on the subway since Kresnik and Japan had left for Discedo to pick up the new arrivals there. Even more so since those spray painted words and his post over a week ago. Heh... it wasn't really that hard. Clearing places concrete had fallen in the way or killing the monsters that were attempting to take the tunnel back. Even resetting the track in places wasn't that difficult with his para-magic once he figured out a good process. That sword Lucca had made him wasn't any less of a help either, there were things he could do with it he certainly couldn't do with his gunblade.
It certainly was an assist now as he ripped it out of the chest of a behemoth. Raising his hand he set it on fire, watching it crumple to its knees and fall over. Another one down. You'd think they'd make this harder, really...
Well whatever. He picked up the camping lantern he'd found in the hunting goods store. As long as this got finished by the end of the week who cared. ...And now he was sounding like Squall. Things just got better and better.
"You're borin' me to death down here!"
...That had a nice echo, what did you know.