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Sep 26, 2009 17:10

Who: Cid, Kunsel, Shera
When: Day 64 I believe - afternoon, after this Log and this text
Location: Cosmo Canyon
Rating: PG-13 for Cid's swearing? (I suck at ratings)
Summary: A bemused Kunsel becomes a member of The Shera crew.

( Beneath the stain of time, the feeling disappears, you are someone else, I am still right here )

cid highwind

Comments 7

OOC jezebeltruant September 27 2009, 06:21:00 UTC

...Did you title that cut for me? Or are you just that fucking amazing?

My ForeShock challenge to myself was to work a Trent lyric into every post. Either you remembered or we exist on some parallel psychic mun plane. Either way, <3<3<3

Re: OOC animus_inspire September 28 2009, 20:51:15 UTC

I did cut it for you. xD

I remembered following an aide memoire from Kai. I've been listening to a lot of NIN anyhow recently and it just seemed to fit.

♥!

ooc drakonlily September 27 2009, 13:33:42 UTC

I love you all.

Re: ooc animus_inspire September 28 2009, 20:52:32 UTC

merci beaucoup~ we love you too xD *flakes off to bed*

the_marlboroman September 29 2009, 03:41:39 UTC

He grunted, something between a hello and a get-the-hell-out of my way. That, and the probable dent where the door of the hatch had hit, were his only greeting to the woman who stood loyally waiting as he pushed past her. As he charged through the entrance and into the room, he tugged off his gloves, first his left and then his right, throwing them with no regard to the floor, their arrival slapping leather against metal. Next was his shirt, his thick fingers curling around the bottom hem to pull it up and over his head, a rain of sand spraying a red aura around him ( ... )

For Shiva's sake! You keep making my posts feel small and inadequate! 2ndclasskunsel September 29 2009, 11:42:29 UTC

Kunsel had quietly followed the captain back to the airship, body moving on automatic, mind spinning at a million miles an hour.

Five years. Five. Years. Years, 5. 3 plus 2. 8 minus 3. I’ve been dead for five years. How… why have I returned? What could this new world want with me? Are my answers waiting for me? Will I have the chance to be part of something… something spectacular? Or have I returned as part of a plot to fuck over the world? If I have come back... perhaps others have as well? Could...He shook his head as the door slammed open. One eyebrow rose as the man stomped in, shedding his gear left, right and centre. A fond smile ghosted over his face as he remembered his fellow SOLDIERs doing that more than once after returning from long, exhausting missions. The rule was, throw it where you like, but if any part of it hits another SOLDIER, he is entitled, nay expected to throw it back. Bonus points to him it if hits you, points to you if you catch it. Laughs all round if you fall over in the process. And you are expected to ( ... )

think_tank8 October 2 2009, 22:08:00 UTC

Shera did not answer Cid's grunt. She stood stock still as he charged past her, not flinching at all as metal clanged against metal, incongruous as that was with her physicality. Instead her breath, sucked in all of a sudden, was held as the Captain moved inwards, eyes flickering to follow him before shooting back. There was sounds she heard, the slap of leather on metal, of the shimmering scatter of sand as it cascaded to the floor. Shera's eyes were fixed ahead, breath still static, and it was only when Kunsel came into view did Shera hasten another look back ( ... )