Tuesday Evening, 7-3-07, The Swamp
The cover of darkness was serving him well. Yes, there was a ferry that ran to the town, but such things ran on scheduals, and thus were easily targeted. He could not let anything interfear with his arrival in Millieux. His mission was far too vital. Instead, he took the less direct route, slogging his way through the swamp, heedless of the dangers that lurked around him. Sousuke Sagara was, if nothing else, determined.
Of course, plowing his way through a swamp full of dangerous animals would have been somewhat simpler *without* the mascot suit he was wearing, which resembled nothing so much as a giant yellow teddybear wearing a bowler hat. Sousuke was, in fact, *very* dertermined. Neither mud, nor swamp water, nor dead of night would keep him from his appointed task. The alligators, however, were trying their best.
From in the village, should anyone be awake to bear witness, the faint sounds of something going "Fumoffu!" could be heard.
After several more minutes, the yellow figure emerged into the village proper, hauling a rucksack over one shoulder as it tried to clear itself of debris.
((...and open!))
Of course, plowing his way through a swamp full of dangerous animals would have been somewhat simpler *without* the mascot suit he was wearing, which resembled nothing so much as a giant yellow teddybear wearing a bowler hat. Sousuke was, in fact, *very* dertermined. Neither mud, nor swamp water, nor dead of night would keep him from his appointed task. The alligators, however, were trying their best.
From in the village, should anyone be awake to bear witness, the faint sounds of something going "Fumoffu!" could be heard.
After several more minutes, the yellow figure emerged into the village proper, hauling a rucksack over one shoulder as it tried to clear itself of debris.
((...and open!))