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genessia2016-01-03 07:08 am
solowingpixy) wrote in genessia2016-01-03 07:08 am
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Sortie 01 | [Action]
[He'd woken up with a sudden start. His mind was immediately cluttered with questions as he quickly scanned the area around him from the pod. Most of his questions ranged from "What the hell is going on here?" to "Where the hell am I?" - but even if he had those answers, they still wouldn't explain the whole 'waking up in a pod like some cheesy science fiction novel' thing. He knew better - Belka had no form of technology that would explain this 'pod' nonsense. Giant laser towers, sure, but cocoons? Not quite. Especially not when he knew he was last in Waldreich after carrying himself there from the Avalon Dam.
Too many thoughts were clouding his mind at once. He shut his eyes, taking a moment to clear his head and try to piece together the events he could remember. He survived that last air battle, so there was no way he could be dead; even if he thought he should be. More importantly, he was found by civilians that still lived at ground zero. He was staying there ever since. Now this? This doesn't make sense. He would have known if he were transported anywhere. He sat up, catching the box on his chest with a swift, precise motion before it slid off of him and into the water. His eyes narrowed, instinct tellng him to investigate the contents of the box on the off chance it was a trap. When he found the contents were nothing to be concerned with, he closed the box before he slipped it into one of his flight suit's pockets, then patted a pocket on the other side- there's what he needed. His pistol.]
[Pixy carefully made his way out of the Bay, hands tightly gripped around his pistol as he carefully scanned the area. He hesitated at the entrance, narrowing his eyes at the sight. There definitely wasn't anywhere in Belka that even remotely resembled this. He took a few steps forward, but immediately whirled around with his gun pointed when the hologram started its message. When he realized just what it was, he slowly lowered his pistol and listened carefully. 'Weiss Schnee', huh? That's a Belkan name if he ever heard one-- even if it was kind of generic. Honestly, 'White Snow'? Still, he hadn't heard the name 'Schnee' since his dogfight with the Schnee Squadron at the Round Table.
Still, anything that hologram was spouting sounded like sheer nonsense. The idea of being in another world was ridiculous, but at the same time, he reminded himself that there was no place even remotely close to this in Belka, or any other country he visited. This seemed more like a coma or a bad fever dream than any form of reality. Perhaps he was more wounded from ejecting from the Morgan than he realized, although it was odd that he still felt those injuries.
There was no point in standing there any longer when the message had finished, and while he should investigate the box's contents more thoroughly, he'll save it for now. For the time being, he's going to stick to carefully exploring the city with gun in hand. On one hand, he hoped to find a familiar face somewhere, but on the other, he hoped that wouldn't be the case. He moved slowly and carefully as the snow quietly crunched beneath his boots; the man clad in a flight suit and heavy brown, fur collared flight jacket with an emblem on the left arm moved through Genessia City, clearly on edge to any bystander that'd see him. Approaching him with caution would be highly advised.]
Too many thoughts were clouding his mind at once. He shut his eyes, taking a moment to clear his head and try to piece together the events he could remember. He survived that last air battle, so there was no way he could be dead; even if he thought he should be. More importantly, he was found by civilians that still lived at ground zero. He was staying there ever since. Now this? This doesn't make sense. He would have known if he were transported anywhere. He sat up, catching the box on his chest with a swift, precise motion before it slid off of him and into the water. His eyes narrowed, instinct tellng him to investigate the contents of the box on the off chance it was a trap. When he found the contents were nothing to be concerned with, he closed the box before he slipped it into one of his flight suit's pockets, then patted a pocket on the other side- there's what he needed. His pistol.]
[Pixy carefully made his way out of the Bay, hands tightly gripped around his pistol as he carefully scanned the area. He hesitated at the entrance, narrowing his eyes at the sight. There definitely wasn't anywhere in Belka that even remotely resembled this. He took a few steps forward, but immediately whirled around with his gun pointed when the hologram started its message. When he realized just what it was, he slowly lowered his pistol and listened carefully. 'Weiss Schnee', huh? That's a Belkan name if he ever heard one-- even if it was kind of generic. Honestly, 'White Snow'? Still, he hadn't heard the name 'Schnee' since his dogfight with the Schnee Squadron at the Round Table.
Still, anything that hologram was spouting sounded like sheer nonsense. The idea of being in another world was ridiculous, but at the same time, he reminded himself that there was no place even remotely close to this in Belka, or any other country he visited. This seemed more like a coma or a bad fever dream than any form of reality. Perhaps he was more wounded from ejecting from the Morgan than he realized, although it was odd that he still felt those injuries.
There was no point in standing there any longer when the message had finished, and while he should investigate the box's contents more thoroughly, he'll save it for now. For the time being, he's going to stick to carefully exploring the city with gun in hand. On one hand, he hoped to find a familiar face somewhere, but on the other, he hoped that wouldn't be the case. He moved slowly and carefully as the snow quietly crunched beneath his boots; the man clad in a flight suit and heavy brown, fur collared flight jacket with an emblem on the left arm moved through Genessia City, clearly on edge to any bystander that'd see him. Approaching him with caution would be highly advised.]
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[He figured now at least by saying that he can be certain it was another world altogether.]
Plus it helped me figure out a few things really.
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Yeah? Care to enlighten me, or is this new data of yours classified?
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[He thought it was obvious, but he always liked to make sure.]
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[He'll roll his eyes a little.]
But given that you don't know basic geography and locations like Belka and Osea at all, I could at least hazard that guess. Or assume you don't pay attention in school. Either one.
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Plus, don't have to accept it, you can try and prove me wrong on anything I say. However you won't be able to disprove what I have.
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[He shrugs.]
But there isn't any point in just stayin' in denial now, is there?
[Sure, he WANTS to, but unless he wakes up from this bizarre fever dream (or what he hopes is a bizarre fever dream), he's gonna have to swallow what little pride he has remaining and accept it.]
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[Yugi knew full well he was not good at that kind of things and thus why he just goes from day to day basis.]
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[He sounds a little sarcastic in saying that. The idea of getting 'acquainted' with the place sure was off putting though. But hey, so were a bunch of his other past jobs. ... but those were sane by comparison.]
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[Yugi figured the more people tried the better, right?]