Disturbia.
Characters: Hakuteiken (snobbiest) and C.C (the_pizza_witch)
Date/Time: Sometime today? while C.C is wandering through Edensphere
Location: The City Without Walls, Marketplace
Rating: It can't go any higher than PG, really.
Summary: While wandering through Edensphere's marketplace, C.C runs into another amnesiac version of a formerly familiar face.
------
Another practical joke in the life and times of Hakuteiken, he was currently sporting a NOTTOUSHI hooded sweatshirt. He couldn't quite shake whatever unfounded disdain he had toward the face printed on the front of the shirt, but the captain had far more dignity than to wear a freshly laundered shirt inside-out. Even if it was to hide a face that he didn't want to see. Besides, it was functioning and rather warm. He supposed that he could deal with it for the time being or until he snagged a better, more fitting job.
The only reason that he didn't bother buying a new shirt was that he had decided he'd save money and move up in the chain of command. Strategy. As far as he was concerned, he was cut out to head their residential housekeeping--he could've prevented the replacement of all laundered shirts with hoodies. And such distasteful hoodies for that matter...
As he was wandering the marketplace, he looked again at the strange bridge that had formed between that newly materialized island in the sky and their park island. Curious and intriguing. It was something perhaps worth investigating should he find time in the future. With that, he continued making his way through the paths between the different shops and stalls and toward the access point.
Date/Time: Sometime today? while C.C is wandering through Edensphere
Location: The City Without Walls, Marketplace
Rating: It can't go any higher than PG, really.
Summary: While wandering through Edensphere's marketplace, C.C runs into another amnesiac version of a formerly familiar face.
------
Another practical joke in the life and times of Hakuteiken, he was currently sporting a NOTTOUSHI hooded sweatshirt. He couldn't quite shake whatever unfounded disdain he had toward the face printed on the front of the shirt, but the captain had far more dignity than to wear a freshly laundered shirt inside-out. Even if it was to hide a face that he didn't want to see. Besides, it was functioning and rather warm. He supposed that he could deal with it for the time being or until he snagged a better, more fitting job.
The only reason that he didn't bother buying a new shirt was that he had decided he'd save money and move up in the chain of command. Strategy. As far as he was concerned, he was cut out to head their residential housekeeping--he could've prevented the replacement of all laundered shirts with hoodies. And such distasteful hoodies for that matter...
As he was wandering the marketplace, he looked again at the strange bridge that had formed between that newly materialized island in the sky and their park island. Curious and intriguing. It was something perhaps worth investigating should he find time in the future. With that, he continued making his way through the paths between the different shops and stalls and toward the access point.