Welcome to Edensphere...
Characters: Fugue fugue_angel, Drake onyx_drake, Russia/Vodka kolkolkolkolkol, Ofdensen/John robotic_butler, Sanzo/Ray kokushi_musou
Location: Casino floor, Caesars Palace
Date/Time: Morning, November 29
Rating: PG-13. I can't imagine Sanzo's language will be clean.
Summary: An assload of people show up in Edensphere, and Drake has hauled his boss out of hiding to greet them.
The one thing that sucked about being Fugue was when events landed items in people's hands and they got extra money for shooting him. However, what sucked more about being Fugue was having a guard captain who knew where to find him when he was hiding and forced him to go to work. So thus, Drake had hauled his boss kicking and screaming out of his hidey-hole and forced him to plant his grey-armored ass in the casino near the cocoons to do his greeter job. He had -- because he was kind -- not told anyone that he was doing this, to save Fugue's brain.
However, he never once promised he wouldn't shoot his boss himself.
So...he did.
"I have to get my raise somehow," he said almost-sweetly -- Drake never did anything sweetly -- as he reloaded his rifle. He did not get paid enough for the amount of bullshit he had to go through, so by damn was he going to get his raise somehow or another.
This was good enough for him.
Location: Casino floor, Caesars Palace
Date/Time: Morning, November 29
Rating: PG-13. I can't imagine Sanzo's language will be clean.
Summary: An assload of people show up in Edensphere, and Drake has hauled his boss out of hiding to greet them.
The one thing that sucked about being Fugue was when events landed items in people's hands and they got extra money for shooting him. However, what sucked more about being Fugue was having a guard captain who knew where to find him when he was hiding and forced him to go to work. So thus, Drake had hauled his boss kicking and screaming out of his hidey-hole and forced him to plant his grey-armored ass in the casino near the cocoons to do his greeter job. He had -- because he was kind -- not told anyone that he was doing this, to save Fugue's brain.
However, he never once promised he wouldn't shoot his boss himself.
So...he did.
"I have to get my raise somehow," he said almost-sweetly -- Drake never did anything sweetly -- as he reloaded his rifle. He did not get paid enough for the amount of bullshit he had to go through, so by damn was he going to get his raise somehow or another.
This was good enough for him.