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Invisible airwaves

Oct 16, 2009 12:11

Day: 60
Characters: Garik "Face" Loran, Tieria Erde, China, Altaïr ibn La-Ahad, Asano Rin, Graham Spector
Summary: Face has decided to take his talent from the big screen to radio. And maybe call for help while he's at it.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Evening, into the night.
Status: Closed: incomplete.

( This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there? )

† altaïr ibn la-ahad, † tieria erde, † yao wong, † graham spector, † rin asano, garik "face" loran

Comments 3

cunchu October 16 2009, 23:56:31 UTC

There were hardly any windows to view the place by, unless he felt the urge to prop the door open and watch the windows lining the hall - and even if the doors had been unlocked earlier, it wasn't something he liked to do.

Actually, none of this were things he liked to do.

He wasn't even entirely sure why he was helping. Others could most likely do as he could, though it would take longer - and it would mean all of those items he'd gotten from that incident would remain under lock and key. But every reason why he shouldn't go seemed to evaporate as he set his feet in the direction of the library and simply walked. Through hallways and hallways and those horrid stairs and hallways. No staff, arms folded, and he might've been frowning rather obviously. The music room was his first stop, a quiet tip-toe into, squeak of the piano lid opening, quiet tip-toe back out ( ... )

without_virtue November 2 2009, 04:32:21 UTC

At one point Tieria had been curious to know just how much a normal human's healing factor differed from his own - he certainly wasn't anymore. When (if) Tieria made it back to Ptolemy and Celestial Being, he wouldn't judge his injured colleagues as harshly - or at least make an attempt not to ( ... )

posterboywraith November 3 2009, 03:40:27 UTC

Face let an expression of easy confidence slide into place, body language conveying the same thing. Maybe there wasn't a need for a performance at the moment, but it couldn't hurt. He was lead on this mission and he'd learned with the Wraiths how much moral could improve if the commander seemed convinced things were going to work. He didn't know the small group straggling into the library, certainly not enough to know how much he could count on them at the moment.

He threw a casual, jaunty salute once everyone had reached the table, grinning infectiously as he introduced himself. "Face Loran, at your service. And, yes, that's it." He added in reply to the unnecessarily skeptical question from the first man. "Primitive, yes, but better that nothing."

Hopefully a few others would show up and they could get started. If not they'd have to work with what they had.