[video] Flightless once again
[For some reason he almost half expected to wake up to see the world once again in ruins. Absurd perhaps, but likely caused by the dream he'd had before waking. The sensations of it were similar to those he'd felt once before in an event he'd like to not recall again right now. Once he woke up a little further however, several things of note begged for his attention, the first being that he was soaking wet, his clothes clinging to him as if he'd just been dumped into the ocean.
The second only served to add to the silent growing alarm that he wasn't on the Falcon any longer. Had something happened to her? It was the only explanation really for how he might have gotten dumped into the water that he could think of. He hoped silently though for a different explanation, he'd already lost the Blackjack. Fate surely wouldn't be so cruel as to rob him of The Falcon as well would she?
The feel of his foot hitting something and the sound of it moving over the ground thankfully distracted him from those morose thoughts and he turned his attention to the device. Once it was picked up and given a short examination, he turned his attention to his surroundings. The thought 'Just where am I now?' and the following question of just how he'd gotten here rose to mind but for the moment remained unspoken.
Turning his attention back to the device in his hand, he figures out how it works in short order and soon enough the video feed comes on to reveal a pale-haired scarred man dressed rather fancily in black, gold and a small riot of other various colors. The most obvious thing though is the fact he's obviously soaked, the pale hair still clinging to the sides of the scarred face despite his attempts to shove it back into a semblance of order with one hand.
However despite his apparent desire to not present himself in his current disheveled appearance, the need to find out if he's flying solo again or if his friends are here is more obviously more important.]
This is a rather lousy hand to be dealt considering the fact we finally managed to get things back to normal so to speak back home...
Fate must be playing games with us.
Regardless, would anyone know if there is anyone hereabouts who answer to the names of Locke, Celes, Terra, Edgar or Sabin?
They're friends of mine you see.
The second only served to add to the silent growing alarm that he wasn't on the Falcon any longer. Had something happened to her? It was the only explanation really for how he might have gotten dumped into the water that he could think of. He hoped silently though for a different explanation, he'd already lost the Blackjack. Fate surely wouldn't be so cruel as to rob him of The Falcon as well would she?
The feel of his foot hitting something and the sound of it moving over the ground thankfully distracted him from those morose thoughts and he turned his attention to the device. Once it was picked up and given a short examination, he turned his attention to his surroundings. The thought 'Just where am I now?' and the following question of just how he'd gotten here rose to mind but for the moment remained unspoken.
Turning his attention back to the device in his hand, he figures out how it works in short order and soon enough the video feed comes on to reveal a pale-haired scarred man dressed rather fancily in black, gold and a small riot of other various colors. The most obvious thing though is the fact he's obviously soaked, the pale hair still clinging to the sides of the scarred face despite his attempts to shove it back into a semblance of order with one hand.
However despite his apparent desire to not present himself in his current disheveled appearance, the need to find out if he's flying solo again or if his friends are here is more obviously more important.]
This is a rather lousy hand to be dealt considering the fact we finally managed to get things back to normal so to speak back home...
Fate must be playing games with us.
Regardless, would anyone know if there is anyone hereabouts who answer to the names of Locke, Celes, Terra, Edgar or Sabin?
They're friends of mine you see.