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Characters: Reno/Flight (flamesfromashes), Itachi/Crow (moonlit_mirage), and Aizen/Reverie (iniquitcity).
Date/Time: After the blood appears on the journals and Sir Floyd Cuddlesworth steals Crow's glasses.
Location: The residential area at the Hall of Beginnings: Crow's room.
Rating: At least PG-13 for Flight's mouth.
Summary: It's the dynamic team of Flight and Reverie, donning their super hero tights to rescue the hostage spectacles from the tyrannical Sir Floyd Cuddlesworth-- notorious possessed stuffed animal!
It was just his luck. Of course the one stuffed animal they decided to bring home with them as a souvenir of their adventure at the Scavenger's Yard would just happen to get possessed and all dastardly again. Maybe Sir Floyd Cuddlesworth had personal issues-- maybe his friends ostracized him for being pink-- but Flight was done, thank you, with fighting stuffed animals. After facing an army of rainbow teddy bears armed with forks and knives, he was fed up with having to kick the fluff-filled toys around. Sure, he appreciated a little mischief just as much as the next guy, but seriously, stealing his brother's glasses while people were dying and bleeding in journals or whatever? So not cool.
On the plus side, he was expecting Reverie to come and lend a hand, just in case the giant stuffed elephant was especially determined to kill Flight. No time to wait though-- he'd already given Reverie directions, and to be honest, if people were dying, he preferred to be within eyesight range of the only person he really knew in Edensphere. It was a teammate instinct he understood a little better since his wish had been granted-- since he'd discovered why he burned the city in his dream. The words "Turk" and "Shinra" meant only vague things to him, but he understood that he had carried out a mission for a team and a leader, and for reasons he didn't entirely understand, the mere thought of Turks called up a deep sense of loyalty within him, even without names or faces.
Flight didn't bother to knock before entering Crow's room, letting himself in a little warily-- lest the elephant be planning some kind of ninja sneak attack. He lingered in the doorway.
"Uh, hello? Crow?"
Date/Time: After the blood appears on the journals and Sir Floyd Cuddlesworth steals Crow's glasses.
Location: The residential area at the Hall of Beginnings: Crow's room.
Rating: At least PG-13 for Flight's mouth.
Summary: It's the dynamic team of Flight and Reverie, donning their super hero tights to rescue the hostage spectacles from the tyrannical Sir Floyd Cuddlesworth-- notorious possessed stuffed animal!
It was just his luck. Of course the one stuffed animal they decided to bring home with them as a souvenir of their adventure at the Scavenger's Yard would just happen to get possessed and all dastardly again. Maybe Sir Floyd Cuddlesworth had personal issues-- maybe his friends ostracized him for being pink-- but Flight was done, thank you, with fighting stuffed animals. After facing an army of rainbow teddy bears armed with forks and knives, he was fed up with having to kick the fluff-filled toys around. Sure, he appreciated a little mischief just as much as the next guy, but seriously, stealing his brother's glasses while people were dying and bleeding in journals or whatever? So not cool.
On the plus side, he was expecting Reverie to come and lend a hand, just in case the giant stuffed elephant was especially determined to kill Flight. No time to wait though-- he'd already given Reverie directions, and to be honest, if people were dying, he preferred to be within eyesight range of the only person he really knew in Edensphere. It was a teammate instinct he understood a little better since his wish had been granted-- since he'd discovered why he burned the city in his dream. The words "Turk" and "Shinra" meant only vague things to him, but he understood that he had carried out a mission for a team and a leader, and for reasons he didn't entirely understand, the mere thought of Turks called up a deep sense of loyalty within him, even without names or faces.
Flight didn't bother to knock before entering Crow's room, letting himself in a little warily-- lest the elephant be planning some kind of ninja sneak attack. He lingered in the doorway.
"Uh, hello? Crow?"