the drawing of strings
Who: [posting order! subject to revisions; just email me.] Watanuki, Yuffie, Himawari, Allen, Doumeki, and Battler. Gojyo? Definitely Edgeworth in the spirit of paperwork.
When: June 3
Where: A warehouse in the industrial sector that's temporarily been rented for a slave auction.
Summary: Rescue tiemz
Warnings: ummmm nothing yet
Notes: Characters to be NPCed are the announcer (by Ame) and the slave handlers (c/o aaron).
[the auction was crowded, with people and their slaves milling by, plastic signs in hand, headed for their seats. Watanuki ignored the slight dampness of his sleeve, the consequence of passing by more than a few open windows while it was raining outside, and showed his ID to the bouncer at the entrance who scrutinized him closely before granting him entrance to the warehouse.
The corners of his mouth tightened when he saw the make-shift platform they were using as a stage, and the propped-up plywood they were using to hide from sight - but not sound - what was behind them: cages of people.
Cages.
The very thought of slavery was enough to make his stomach churn. That Doumeki was in one of those made him feel entirely worse.
He turned to make sure the rest of his party was complete, focusing all his effort in the belief that this will work. It had to.
Watanuki focuses his attention on finding their spots again, but not before passing a few words with a murmur.]
Be careful
When: June 3
Where: A warehouse in the industrial sector that's temporarily been rented for a slave auction.
Summary: Rescue tiemz
Warnings: ummmm nothing yet
Notes: Characters to be NPCed are the announcer (by Ame) and the slave handlers (c/o aaron).
[the auction was crowded, with people and their slaves milling by, plastic signs in hand, headed for their seats. Watanuki ignored the slight dampness of his sleeve, the consequence of passing by more than a few open windows while it was raining outside, and showed his ID to the bouncer at the entrance who scrutinized him closely before granting him entrance to the warehouse.
The corners of his mouth tightened when he saw the make-shift platform they were using as a stage, and the propped-up plywood they were using to hide from sight - but not sound - what was behind them: cages of people.
Cages.
The very thought of slavery was enough to make his stomach churn. That Doumeki was in one of those made him feel entirely worse.
He turned to make sure the rest of his party was complete, focusing all his effort in the belief that this will work. It had to.
Watanuki focuses his attention on finding their spots again, but not before passing a few words with a murmur.]
Be careful