Akihiko Sanada ♊ 001 -- Safety in the Courthouse

Sep 01, 2009 16:38

Who: Akihiko Sanada, anyone who needs shelter from the storm
When: Sandstorm, all through it
Where: Somni Courthouse, Gov't District
Style: Either
Status: Open. Feel free to threadhop, don't limit yourself to just Akihiko ( Read more... )

toboe, tsume, yoruichi shihouin, akihiko sanada, javert, !location: courthouse, duzell, !event: sandstorm

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redeyed_devilx September 1 2009, 21:17:33 UTC
[Duzell's out walking around, but don't worry he can't be hurt much by the sands. He'll be scratched but that's about it. Since he noticed Albel's survival guide, he decided to check the courthouse just in case some unfortunate person ends up getting blown away trying to reach it.

He gave props to the human for being quite strategic.Though as he passed by the courthouse he sensed, or rather smelt someone nearby in the courthouse. He casually approaches it.His hair was whipping violently, but most of him is covered by the large black cloak of his. This sandstorm was just a large elemental spell to him.

He wasn't too affected. Akihiko should hear footsteps approaching him]

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rise_to_caesar September 1 2009, 21:58:25 UTC
[The sound of approaching footsteps naturally catches Akihiko's attention. He turns to face them, a hand reaching down to rest against the hilt of the Evoker strapped to his side. Although he's fairly certain anyone approaching would be someone seeking shelter, it was never a poor idea to be unprepared... Just in case.]

Hey... Someone out there?

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redeyed_devilx September 1 2009, 22:10:11 UTC
[Duzell sighed. He was never going to get used to this. It was either some cautious fool or someone like this person behind the door. He stopped in his steps]

Don't be alarmed. I'm only checking in.

[He mused in a calm tone. Though the familiar voice was giving him a clue of who it was.]

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rise_to_caesar September 1 2009, 22:17:03 UTC
[That voice is somewhat familiar to his ears. Akihiko is quick to open the door for Duzell, inviting him into the safety of the building before the winds whipped up any fiercer.]

Come inside. Storm's getting bad again.

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Have some wolves. distantwolf September 1 2009, 23:01:30 UTC
[have a large, gray wolf just walk in like he owns the place while carrying a smaller, younger brown wolf by the nape of his neck.

...and then unceremoniously dumping him on the ground before proceeding to shake the sand from his fur and walking further inside seemingly without a care in the world.]

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Yay wolves?XD redeyed_devilx September 1 2009, 23:08:30 UTC
[Duzell raises a brow as he looks away from Akihiko. Wolves, really?!]

I suppose I find the strangest things here... were you outside long?

[He mused, though, he wasn't even sure if the wolf understood him]

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Just don't eat us XD grannyswolf September 1 2009, 23:33:49 UTC
*Whining slightly from the impact, Toboe shook the sand off of his fur as well then followed Tsume, very much so like a puppy. Then hearing the ... man He wasn't sure if he was a human. Weird. speaking, he turned to look at him.*

*And after a second, shakes his head.*

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Well. This one might bite. distantwolf September 1 2009, 23:41:39 UTC
[will just be looking at Duzell before continuing to walk. Though he could hear a very distinctive:]

No.

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TL;DR chose_death September 2 2009, 04:18:24 UTC
[Inspector Javert was lying flat on his back.

To the devil with it! The afterlife existed after all! He had been counting on the vast void of nothingness, though he supposed a cursed existence in Hell itself would place a close second.

Lying flat was the first thing he recognized with his bewildered, muddled mind. Prone but not tied as he'd been with the revolutionaries, Les Amis de l'ABC. Must have thought they were witty, didn't they, making a pun out of the alphabet. Friends of the abased, indeed! But in the end the abased were the ones to abandon them.

Were those schoolboys showing him mercy in the afterlife? Idiocy. Mercy was not what Javert sought.

But momentarily, the pain hit him.

Burning pain in his lungs, upon his flesh, through his woolen greatcoat. Grainy. Hot. Dry. Typical of the average Parisienne's conception of Hell, a remarkable match to the passages he'd read in the Bible to pass his rare leisure time. Yet to Javert's surprise, he found that he had a wide range of movement. He wasn't restrained, he wasn't ( ... )

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