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genessia2016-04-14 09:12 am
alittlebitofhell) wrote in genessia2016-04-14 09:12 am
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Action @ the Bay or Anywhere in Genessia | Audio
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[Waking up when he didn't remember falling asleep had never ended well with Clay. He sat up quickly in the coffin, thing, his hand going to the grip of the pistol nestled in his shoulder holster, something he's pleased to see he's still wearing.
Disoriented by the surroundings, he looks down briefly to note the weight that had been sitting on his chest and palms the box before climbing out. His telepathy constantly idling tells him there's no one in the immediate vicinity of wherever the hell this is and he re-holsters his pistol to take a look at the box's contents.
He'll look up toward the entrance as soon as he senses any mind that comes into the tunnel, and they should be prepared for a pistol aimed at them, purely defensive obviously.]
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[The voice that comes over the audio feed is deep, resonating, and has an accent that isn't place-able as being from any one region of the U.S. His first statement isn't in English, nor does it carry a heavy English accent. It's in Tagalog, if anyone speaks it, and it roughly translates to "hey, Shadow Boy, if you're around here, sound off."]
Tao ng mga anino, kung nandito ka, sabihin ng isang bagay.
[There's a beat before he continues in English.]
I just stepped off the boat, and I've got a question: how outdated in the information from the hologram? [Because nothing is ever completely up to date.] Surely somebody knows more than "we don't know anything, go squat somewhere until we figure it out".
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[Clay isn't going to just choose a place to live without knowing the lay of the city, so he can be found in various locations throughout Genessia City. According to the brochure (why does an inter-dimensional prison have a brochure, by the way? Is it just that much better than all the other inter-dimensional prisons there are to choose from?) Genessia City is the most like the environment he has to choose from, even though his necklace, also know has he newest pocket accessory, suggest otherwise.
He'll be ducking into various shops, bars, and the like, just to get an idea of the city, but he can also be encountered along the many streets.]
[Waking up when he didn't remember falling asleep had never ended well with Clay. He sat up quickly in the coffin, thing, his hand going to the grip of the pistol nestled in his shoulder holster, something he's pleased to see he's still wearing.
Disoriented by the surroundings, he looks down briefly to note the weight that had been sitting on his chest and palms the box before climbing out. His telepathy constantly idling tells him there's no one in the immediate vicinity of wherever the hell this is and he re-holsters his pistol to take a look at the box's contents.
He'll look up toward the entrance as soon as he senses any mind that comes into the tunnel, and they should be prepared for a pistol aimed at them, purely defensive obviously.]
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[The voice that comes over the audio feed is deep, resonating, and has an accent that isn't place-able as being from any one region of the U.S. His first statement isn't in English, nor does it carry a heavy English accent. It's in Tagalog, if anyone speaks it, and it roughly translates to "hey, Shadow Boy, if you're around here, sound off."]
Tao ng mga anino, kung nandito ka, sabihin ng isang bagay.
[There's a beat before he continues in English.]
I just stepped off the boat, and I've got a question: how outdated in the information from the hologram? [Because nothing is ever completely up to date.] Surely somebody knows more than "we don't know anything, go squat somewhere until we figure it out".
action; anywhere in genessia city
[Clay isn't going to just choose a place to live without knowing the lay of the city, so he can be found in various locations throughout Genessia City. According to the brochure (why does an inter-dimensional prison have a brochure, by the way? Is it just that much better than all the other inter-dimensional prisons there are to choose from?) Genessia City is the most like the environment he has to choose from, even though his necklace, also know has he newest pocket accessory, suggest otherwise.
He'll be ducking into various shops, bars, and the like, just to get an idea of the city, but he can also be encountered along the many streets.]
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A light smile pulls at her lips, her expression gentle and kind. She steps up to the entrance of the bay, green curls framing her face as she steps inside. She’s wearing a light pink sundress and a pair of light brown sandals. It’s probably a little to chilly for such summer attire but the cold doesn’t bother Terra like it might others.
Seeing the gun pointed at her makes her pause however she appears to be unphased by his reaction. She’s used to this sort of thing.]
Hello.
[She greets him softly.]
Would you like help?
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Hi. [See? He can be friendly. If you want to call that friendly, anyway.] Help with what, exactly?
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Those who arrive usually have questions about this place. I've been here for... awhile.
[She doesn't move and her voice remains steady.]
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Fair enough. What's your name?
[So I can reference it later.]
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[She is taken off guard but answers easily. That isn't usually the first question people ask.
Her free hand begins to lightly tease the flowers that rest in her basket.]
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How long's a while, Terra?
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[She hopes that makes sense.]
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So, you've been here almost a year since coming back, and you were here half a year before that. Do you know how long you were gone?
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[She replies softly.]
I don't remember being anywhere else. I remember being home but nothing about this place while I was there. [It continues to confuse her.]
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Audio; Private -> Action
Mhmm?
[He’s made sure to set the conversation to private.]
The fuck are you doing here?
[Not that he knows why he’s here either but it feels very surreal to hear his friends voice again. Toby hasn’t seen Clay in years and their last parting had been as bittersweet as they all were; another mission, another town.
Toby pays his tab and stands, his beer left half-finished as his stool scrapes against the hard wood floor. He begins walking as he speaks his voice even but caution.]
I’m heading to your location.
[No names, no specifics, Toby knows where he is and it’s up to Clay if he moves. Luckily he’s at a bar in Genessia today so it shouldn’t take long to arrive. When he does arrive he doesn’t go inside the bay. He walks close enough for Clay to pick up him presence and then waits just outside the door with his arms crossed over his chest.
It’s been at least 2 years, if not longer.]
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[At the news, he's not moving. He'll just stay near the weird hologram. When Toby arrives, he flashes a smile, though, walking over. He can afford himself one pun, in the name of...friendship or whatever.] Look what the cat dragged in.
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[There are a few words that stick out to Toby. The most important being client. He wants to know the last things Clay remembers. He doesn't ask over the phones, he'd rather do that in person when he can size Clay up.]
Don't you mean dog?
[Toby smirks.]
What do you remember last?
[This is important!]
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[And this his brow dropped is slight confusion.]
Running into you.
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Running into me? When?
[His expression shifts to a more serious one, his eyes narrowing slightly.]
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What's the last thing you remember?
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I headed from the west coast to the east coast. I had been in New York for a few months before waking up here. I haven't seen you in over two years.
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So, wherever here is, people show up from different points in time, huh?
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What, do you guys publish a monthly or something?
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[Clay doesn't make a habit of trusting big research organizations, public or otherwise. He's got a chip in his head and a lot of other reasons not to, but it's a good place to start.]
You need a hand updating anything, let me know. I know something about computers.
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[ That is more of an interest to Weiss. Given how many things in Nova City come down to technological know-how, that could be a definite asset. ]
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Enough to get into them when I'm not supposed to be.
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