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characters: transient_lion; open
location: Some random street, some random place.
time: Night
rating: PG, subject to change
open/closed: open
summary: After a recent victory against something he didn't think he'd see again, Squall's just wandering around and contemplating... trust issues? o_o;;;
Revolver rested on his shoulders, finally where it belonged. He felt rather (cliche that it was) naked without it. It helped having his blade with him when he found himself facing not just fiends he recognized from his home world but the Manikins as well. He wasn't exactly expecting to see them.
Especially the ones that looked like Bartz and the others.
Absently, he rubbed at the tear in his left sleeve. He already took cared of the bleeding but that didn't mean it didn't stop throbbing. It wasn't nothing serious, nothing fatal. It was a careless mistake. One he had no intention of repeating in the future. It was the shock of seeing a 'familiar' face that allowed that manikin to get a lucky shot.
He scoffed to himself and glanced around casually in case for more fiends that intended to jump him. Seems like no matter where I go, I somehow end up fighting something for some purpose. Be it for someone else, or for my own survival. Squall grunted softly and bit back a sigh.
At least what he was doing now was familiar. He knew what he needed to do, even if it might be temporary. Maybe, he should try and 'get out' more, figure out what the hell he was going to do until he could find a way back home. Gain allies or something, rather than just relying on his own strength to get him through.
"Whatever," he muttered to himself. Maybe I've been a lone wolf for too long but the only person I can trust is... me. No one else. Except maybe... Zidane, because I know him but that's it. I've always gotten by... on my own.
location: Some random street, some random place.
time: Night
rating: PG, subject to change
open/closed: open
summary: After a recent victory against something he didn't think he'd see again, Squall's just wandering around and contemplating... trust issues? o_o;;;
Revolver rested on his shoulders, finally where it belonged. He felt rather (cliche that it was) naked without it. It helped having his blade with him when he found himself facing not just fiends he recognized from his home world but the Manikins as well. He wasn't exactly expecting to see them.
Especially the ones that looked like Bartz and the others.
Absently, he rubbed at the tear in his left sleeve. He already took cared of the bleeding but that didn't mean it didn't stop throbbing. It wasn't nothing serious, nothing fatal. It was a careless mistake. One he had no intention of repeating in the future. It was the shock of seeing a 'familiar' face that allowed that manikin to get a lucky shot.
He scoffed to himself and glanced around casually in case for more fiends that intended to jump him. Seems like no matter where I go, I somehow end up fighting something for some purpose. Be it for someone else, or for my own survival. Squall grunted softly and bit back a sigh.
At least what he was doing now was familiar. He knew what he needed to do, even if it might be temporary. Maybe, he should try and 'get out' more, figure out what the hell he was going to do until he could find a way back home. Gain allies or something, rather than just relying on his own strength to get him through.
"Whatever," he muttered to himself. Maybe I've been a lone wolf for too long but the only person I can trust is... me. No one else. Except maybe... Zidane, because I know him but that's it. I've always gotten by... on my own.