Mission Report #25
[As far as the eye can see, there is nothing but ocean, and sky, and a long straight railway bridge running from one horizon to the other with no end in sight. To the west, the bridge vanishes into the setting sun; to the east, it disappears into gathering darkness. the moon that hangs in the sky overhead is enormous, occupying so much of the sky that it's difficult to find a direction in which it isn't visible, and seems almost translucent at the edges where the sky is still light.
There's no sound but the steady white noise of moving water. The edges of the bridge are lined with lampposts, but none are lit.
Between the rails, back turned to the receding sunset, Squall walks steadily onward. He has railway grit on his boots and his gunblade sheathed at his hip, and he's carrying a girl piggyback-style on his back with her arms draped loosely over his shoulders, braced forward to balance her weight.
One foot in front of the other, he keeps walking.]
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There's no sound but the steady white noise of moving water. The edges of the bridge are lined with lampposts, but none are lit.
Between the rails, back turned to the receding sunset, Squall walks steadily onward. He has railway grit on his boots and his gunblade sheathed at his hip, and he's carrying a girl piggyback-style on his back with her arms draped loosely over his shoulders, braced forward to balance her weight.
One foot in front of the other, he keeps walking.]
ooc: open for anyone, free to mess with!