Log: La Resistance - First Planning Meeting//In progress
Who: Kazuma, Kurogane, Ryuhou, Ichigo, Riku, Cloud--and anyone else who I might have forgotten or who wants to take part.
Where: By the wharfs to start, then somewhere outside the city.
What: The first official meeting of the resistance movement. Oi...can these people really pull off a revolution?
Warnings: Language, probably; other than that, it should be pretty tame.
Kazuma waited by the wharfs, slouched against one of the buildings lining the waterfront, and for at least the hundredth time since his arrival, he considered simply turning around and heading back to his apartment. Maybe Ryuhou was right, and this wasn't the right move to make, or the right time to make it...and hell, how had he gotten to be the ringleader, in the first place? He'd just gotten pissed and spouted off...and everything had just kind of snowballed from there.
That's what I get for shooting my big mouth off, I guess...
Worst of all was the fact that he had absolutely no idea where to start. How exactly did you go about forcing a confrontation with an unknown opponent? And without anyone getting hurt? Or decreasing local property values too much? It was like trying to fight smoke. And like smoke, the answers continued to elude his grasp.
Fuck... Hope somebody else has some ideas... or else this's gonna be a short damn meeting...
Lowering his gaze, he scowled down at the ground, willing the answers to come...and when they didn't, for the hundred and first time, he pondered just going back home and letting somebody else lead the damn revolution. But no... he'd started this ball rolling, and he'd see it through.
Somehow...
Hearing approaching footsteps, he glanced up, somewhat curious to see who would be the first to arrive.
Where: By the wharfs to start, then somewhere outside the city.
What: The first official meeting of the resistance movement. Oi...can these people really pull off a revolution?
Warnings: Language, probably; other than that, it should be pretty tame.
Kazuma waited by the wharfs, slouched against one of the buildings lining the waterfront, and for at least the hundredth time since his arrival, he considered simply turning around and heading back to his apartment. Maybe Ryuhou was right, and this wasn't the right move to make, or the right time to make it...and hell, how had he gotten to be the ringleader, in the first place? He'd just gotten pissed and spouted off...and everything had just kind of snowballed from there.
That's what I get for shooting my big mouth off, I guess...
Worst of all was the fact that he had absolutely no idea where to start. How exactly did you go about forcing a confrontation with an unknown opponent? And without anyone getting hurt? Or decreasing local property values too much? It was like trying to fight smoke. And like smoke, the answers continued to elude his grasp.
Fuck... Hope somebody else has some ideas... or else this's gonna be a short damn meeting...
Lowering his gaze, he scowled down at the ground, willing the answers to come...and when they didn't, for the hundred and first time, he pondered just going back home and letting somebody else lead the damn revolution. But no... he'd started this ball rolling, and he'd see it through.
Somehow...
Hearing approaching footsteps, he glanced up, somewhat curious to see who would be the first to arrive.