Note to Rhys / Action: open to be seen by those in Junon (pre-logging?) and summon
[The hotel room has been turned upside down and inside out; glass shards and splinters the only left-over remnants of cheap furniture.
The bed has been massacred; sheets shredded and still stained from the night before, the mattress spilling its stuffing like white intestines across the floor. A blood spatter marks the wall and the drying droplets of crimson flicker with a refraction of light as Shimanagashi is put to slumber.
Adrian sweeps out the Junon inn leaving a hysterically dumb-stricken inn-keeper clutching onto a small amount of gil and shakily reaching for a cell-phone.
Outside, he efficiently despatches two men in uniforms he does not recognise but, about which, the swordsman does not care. They were merely in the way.
Dipping into the side-streets into which the salt-licked brightness of day does not permeate, Adrian slips a note into a bar he knows is being run by some of his former kind.
It's in an envelope, marked 'Rhys' and reads from a hard pressed hasty scrawl:
Apartment search: terminated.
Much as the thought of being cooped up with you was tempting. Ha ha. ha.
My plans have changed.
It seems the planet's fucked? Things are getting UGLY.
Enjoy hell little one! You are in good company.
[[ooc: I'm running on the premise that Sebastian has left Kitty-kat. Ashe, Toni, Tracy - let me know if you want me to change any of this]]
The bed has been massacred; sheets shredded and still stained from the night before, the mattress spilling its stuffing like white intestines across the floor. A blood spatter marks the wall and the drying droplets of crimson flicker with a refraction of light as Shimanagashi is put to slumber.
Adrian sweeps out the Junon inn leaving a hysterically dumb-stricken inn-keeper clutching onto a small amount of gil and shakily reaching for a cell-phone.
Outside, he efficiently despatches two men in uniforms he does not recognise but, about which, the swordsman does not care. They were merely in the way.
Dipping into the side-streets into which the salt-licked brightness of day does not permeate, Adrian slips a note into a bar he knows is being run by some of his former kind.
It's in an envelope, marked 'Rhys' and reads from a hard pressed hasty scrawl:
Apartment search: terminated.
Much as the thought of being cooped up with you was tempting. Ha ha. ha.
My plans have changed.
It seems the planet's fucked? Things are getting UGLY.
Enjoy hell little one! You are in good company.
[[ooc: I'm running on the premise that Sebastian has left Kitty-kat. Ashe, Toni, Tracy - let me know if you want me to change any of this]]