Arrival [Active/Open]
Who: Agito/Akito and you~
Where: Entry hall
When: Day 001
What: Arrival! Agito's not impressed.
Warnings: Agito swears like a sailor. Potential mentions of sibling abuse.
The last thing he remembered clearly was Kaito and then the pain. Then it had felt as if the world had shifted...as if he'd slipped somehow. A hand shot out and he caught himself before ending up sprawled on the floor, something his shoulder probably wouldn't appreciate much.
Agito stood up slowly, body complaining every second of the way, and stood easily on his AT. Wheels locked, and he glanced around. No...this wasn't the area where the battle had taken place. None of the other riders, or the idiots of his team were around...so what the fuck had just happened?
'Agito?'
In his mind, the light blinked slowly, waking up from where he'd hidden during the last few minutes. Agito frowned slightly, finding the eyepatch and putting it back on. "It's alright. But I have no fucking clue where the hell we are." He glanced around, moving to the middle of the hall. Dust swirled around his feet, but he ignored that. The teen scanned the room; pretty flashy house, though it needed a good cleaning.
'...it's like no one's lived here for years...'
Akito echoed his own thought. The dark growled low, unimpressed. "The hell is going on here?" he muttered, turned about. He could see others around, but he wasn't about to go and ask them. Not yet, anyway. He needed to work out whether or not to be wary of this place. He gently placed his left arm on his right shoulder, the pain from his broken collarbone throbbing slightly. By all accounts he should be on his way to a hospital. His legs were aching, and he could use the rest. But he pushed past the pain. First things first, figure out where the hell he was and how he'd gotten here. Then deal with the issue of injuries.
...but before all that, he was going to lean on the table a bit, ignoring the dust again and wincing slightly. Battles were tiring things...
Where: Entry hall
When: Day 001
What: Arrival! Agito's not impressed.
Warnings: Agito swears like a sailor. Potential mentions of sibling abuse.
The last thing he remembered clearly was Kaito and then the pain. Then it had felt as if the world had shifted...as if he'd slipped somehow. A hand shot out and he caught himself before ending up sprawled on the floor, something his shoulder probably wouldn't appreciate much.
Agito stood up slowly, body complaining every second of the way, and stood easily on his AT. Wheels locked, and he glanced around. No...this wasn't the area where the battle had taken place. None of the other riders, or the idiots of his team were around...so what the fuck had just happened?
'Agito?'
In his mind, the light blinked slowly, waking up from where he'd hidden during the last few minutes. Agito frowned slightly, finding the eyepatch and putting it back on. "It's alright. But I have no fucking clue where the hell we are." He glanced around, moving to the middle of the hall. Dust swirled around his feet, but he ignored that. The teen scanned the room; pretty flashy house, though it needed a good cleaning.
'...it's like no one's lived here for years...'
Akito echoed his own thought. The dark growled low, unimpressed. "The hell is going on here?" he muttered, turned about. He could see others around, but he wasn't about to go and ask them. Not yet, anyway. He needed to work out whether or not to be wary of this place. He gently placed his left arm on his right shoulder, the pain from his broken collarbone throbbing slightly. By all accounts he should be on his way to a hospital. His legs were aching, and he could use the rest. But he pushed past the pain. First things first, figure out where the hell he was and how he'd gotten here. Then deal with the issue of injuries.
...but before all that, he was going to lean on the table a bit, ignoring the dust again and wincing slightly. Battles were tiring things...