Deeper into Paixao - [COMPLETED]
Character(s): Raiden, Rayne
Content; In which Raiden goes deeper into the city and reflects on the people he's met. (Anyone near here? Anyone? :D)
Setting; I8, near St. Destino Hospital
Time; Sunday - afternoon/evening
Warnings: Uber mild cursing
According to the map, Raiden was near "St. Destino" Hospital".
In other words, he was good and lost.
"Stupid piece of crap," Raiden muttered venomously at his journal. It beeped cheerfully. Raiden resisted the urge to throw it at someone.
He still wasn't quite clear what to call it; it clearly wasn't like any PDA he'd ever seen. He accessed the map function entirely by accident trying to figure the damn thing out. Ever since he found that Morrigan woman on the message board, he had been trying to pick his way through this godforsaken place and get a feel for where he was. He hadn't seen even one car here. No buses. In fact, the technological level of this place looked to be nonexistent, if it wasn't for the fact everyone seemed to be carrying the same journal device he did.
Despite how unreal this all was, Raiden tried to keep a level head about everything, as he carefully took in his new, alien surroundings. He'd always prided himself on a good memory and what with his nanomachines and their improvements, it was practically photographic now. As he walked down the street, he made sure to mentally note anything of interest or out of place.
There was a lot out of place here.
The locals, for one. He hadn't seen any old people yet and for some reason, every civilian ("Paixoan?") had blue eyes and blond hair - he probably could pass for one of them if it wasn't for his Skull Suit. The lack of any diversity at all was baffling. What was more, everyone was entirely too helpful and orderly and not once had he heard an argument break out. Money seemed to be practically arbitrary from what he saw. Even bartering seemed to be more of an option than a requirement. Raiden hadn't seen anything like it before - no amount of VR training could have prepared him for any of this. No one even seemed to notice the flood of non Paixaons, much less the fact there didn't appear to be any living plant life or wildlife at all. He wondered briefly where they got the food. He decided he didn't want to know.
Raiden ran a hand impatiently through his hair, looked down and consulted the map. The names were meaningless, all places he didn't know. He had a vague inkling where this Morrigan's mansion was, but that was it. This job lined up seemed a bit iffy, but what other choices did he have? He needed information and seeing as she looked fairly well off, she was probably his best bet for the time being.
The FOXHOUND operative crossed the cobblestone street, glancing around carefully and taking in every detail. Houses here were a bit on the rundown side here and the St. Destino hospital had a decidedly creepy air to it, looking like it was slumping down in exhaustion. He hurried past it, his strides quickening for a moment. It gave him shivers for some reason.
Raiden took his mind off the place and tried to organize what he knew so far. He had made contact with a few of the non-locals. They seemed human enough...at least they exhibited real emotions. The other American - Asuka, was it? - seemed alright, if a bit on the hot-tempered side. Kind of moody too, like a kid sister might be (Raiden couldn't help being glad he was an only child if sisters could be like that). Asuka reminded him a bit like Rose when Rose got pissed off, which meant she could get scary.
Raiden knew well enough that when you were around people like that, and they got Pissed Off, you booked it the hell out of there.
Jenet seemed...interesting. That was the only word he think of. He hadn't seen her face to face yet, but he couldn't help but be a little intrigued by the woman. You have a girlfriend, dammit. He wondered if they would ever meet - now that he thought about it, meeting had never come up. Might not be a good idea to mention it until he knew more about this Paixao place. If things got hairy, he would like at least to have a general idea of all the escape routes and good defensive positions. He didn't want to trust his journal alone for that information. Still, he figured that of all the people he had met, this Jenet seemed the most on top of things.
And that Genjo Sanzo guy?
That was easy. The guy was a dick.
Content; In which Raiden goes deeper into the city and reflects on the people he's met. (Anyone near here? Anyone? :D)
Setting; I8, near St. Destino Hospital
Time; Sunday - afternoon/evening
Warnings: Uber mild cursing
According to the map, Raiden was near "St. Destino" Hospital".
In other words, he was good and lost.
"Stupid piece of crap," Raiden muttered venomously at his journal. It beeped cheerfully. Raiden resisted the urge to throw it at someone.
He still wasn't quite clear what to call it; it clearly wasn't like any PDA he'd ever seen. He accessed the map function entirely by accident trying to figure the damn thing out. Ever since he found that Morrigan woman on the message board, he had been trying to pick his way through this godforsaken place and get a feel for where he was. He hadn't seen even one car here. No buses. In fact, the technological level of this place looked to be nonexistent, if it wasn't for the fact everyone seemed to be carrying the same journal device he did.
Despite how unreal this all was, Raiden tried to keep a level head about everything, as he carefully took in his new, alien surroundings. He'd always prided himself on a good memory and what with his nanomachines and their improvements, it was practically photographic now. As he walked down the street, he made sure to mentally note anything of interest or out of place.
There was a lot out of place here.
The locals, for one. He hadn't seen any old people yet and for some reason, every civilian ("Paixoan?") had blue eyes and blond hair - he probably could pass for one of them if it wasn't for his Skull Suit. The lack of any diversity at all was baffling. What was more, everyone was entirely too helpful and orderly and not once had he heard an argument break out. Money seemed to be practically arbitrary from what he saw. Even bartering seemed to be more of an option than a requirement. Raiden hadn't seen anything like it before - no amount of VR training could have prepared him for any of this. No one even seemed to notice the flood of non Paixaons, much less the fact there didn't appear to be any living plant life or wildlife at all. He wondered briefly where they got the food. He decided he didn't want to know.
Raiden ran a hand impatiently through his hair, looked down and consulted the map. The names were meaningless, all places he didn't know. He had a vague inkling where this Morrigan's mansion was, but that was it. This job lined up seemed a bit iffy, but what other choices did he have? He needed information and seeing as she looked fairly well off, she was probably his best bet for the time being.
The FOXHOUND operative crossed the cobblestone street, glancing around carefully and taking in every detail. Houses here were a bit on the rundown side here and the St. Destino hospital had a decidedly creepy air to it, looking like it was slumping down in exhaustion. He hurried past it, his strides quickening for a moment. It gave him shivers for some reason.
Raiden took his mind off the place and tried to organize what he knew so far. He had made contact with a few of the non-locals. They seemed human enough...at least they exhibited real emotions. The other American - Asuka, was it? - seemed alright, if a bit on the hot-tempered side. Kind of moody too, like a kid sister might be (Raiden couldn't help being glad he was an only child if sisters could be like that). Asuka reminded him a bit like Rose when Rose got pissed off, which meant she could get scary.
Raiden knew well enough that when you were around people like that, and they got Pissed Off, you booked it the hell out of there.
Jenet seemed...interesting. That was the only word he think of. He hadn't seen her face to face yet, but he couldn't help but be a little intrigued by the woman. You have a girlfriend, dammit. He wondered if they would ever meet - now that he thought about it, meeting had never come up. Might not be a good idea to mention it until he knew more about this Paixao place. If things got hairy, he would like at least to have a general idea of all the escape routes and good defensive positions. He didn't want to trust his journal alone for that information. Still, he figured that of all the people he had met, this Jenet seemed the most on top of things.
And that Genjo Sanzo guy?
That was easy. The guy was a dick.