Characters: Fugue
fugue_angel, Drake
onyx_drake, Russia/Vodka
kolkolkolkolkol, Ofdensen/John
robotic_butler, Sanzo/Ray
kokushi_musouLocation: 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.
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And I would walk five hundred miles/And I would walk five hundred more... )
After having downed the contents of an entire bottle of vodka he was, understandably, a little woozy. Everything became fuzzy and indistinct, until it had all faded away into one great blur of nothingness. It took a moment, but eventually he noticed there was a slight pressure all around him that hadn't been there before, as though the air itself were squeezing him lightly. Whatever it was, he didn't enjoy it particularly.
He experimentally waved his hands around at it, however this simply had the effect of having a small shock wave of movement ripple through the stuff. In his flailing his hand eventually came into contact with something of a harder consistency, something he proceeded to press against. It gave way easily, sending him tumbling through the air for a few seconds before his side suddenly smacked into something very hard.
"Oh, that hurts..."
He sat up, rubbing at the arm he'd landed on. Looking around he noticed four strangers, two of them stark naked, none of them even vaguely familiar to him. The nakedness didn't seem to register much with him, as he proceeded to smile vacantly at his new comrades.
"Hello!"
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