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discedo_logs2008-06-19 02:36 am
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Who: Linda and Demyx
Where: Clothing store on Ingles Trail
When: Shortly after Linda’s arrival
Rating: PG-PG13. I highly doubt anything too horrible will happen.
Summary: A re-welcoming escort for Linda! AKA Operation: Moar Peeps for Marshell Street.
the log:
Click. Splat. Click. Splat. Linda’s alternating footsteps echoed down the empty street. She had given up on rubbing the blood, gore, and whateverelsewasinthattotallygrossthing off her shoe only moments ago, and was somewhat resigned to the –click! splat! click! splat!- that followed her movements. Clean shoes were a price to pay when dealing with monsters, but why did it have to make such a gross sound, a lame cadence! So totally lame. But it didn’t have to be, right? She could always make it interesting, of course.
And so, all down Renee Road and up Ingles Trail a senseless -tap! click! tap! tap! splat! click!- along with a half understood song (the most distinct words being ‘love’ ‘conquer’ ‘evil’ and ‘baby’) danced along with the young girl causing it all.
Little attention was paid to the surrounding environment, the song was all important. It was a way to take her mind off the confusion of such a new place, one that was nothing like her city of Madril. The idea that she had been here before, yet didn’t remember any of it… That was just way too weird. So the Evil King danced and sung, keeping her mind off the puzzles at hand, waiting for this Dem-Myx guy to show up and explain everything.
With how focused she was, it was with no surprise that she passed the meeting spot… three times.
Where: Clothing store on Ingles Trail
When: Shortly after Linda’s arrival
Rating: PG-PG13. I highly doubt anything too horrible will happen.
Summary: A re-welcoming escort for Linda! AKA Operation: Moar Peeps for Marshell Street.
the log:
Click. Splat. Click. Splat. Linda’s alternating footsteps echoed down the empty street. She had given up on rubbing the blood, gore, and whateverelsewasinthattotallygrossthing off her shoe only moments ago, and was somewhat resigned to the –click! splat! click! splat!- that followed her movements. Clean shoes were a price to pay when dealing with monsters, but why did it have to make such a gross sound, a lame cadence! So totally lame. But it didn’t have to be, right? She could always make it interesting, of course.
And so, all down Renee Road and up Ingles Trail a senseless -tap! click! tap! tap! splat! click!- along with a half understood song (the most distinct words being ‘love’ ‘conquer’ ‘evil’ and ‘baby’) danced along with the young girl causing it all.
Little attention was paid to the surrounding environment, the song was all important. It was a way to take her mind off the confusion of such a new place, one that was nothing like her city of Madril. The idea that she had been here before, yet didn’t remember any of it… That was just way too weird. So the Evil King danced and sung, keeping her mind off the puzzles at hand, waiting for this Dem-Myx guy to show up and explain everything.
With how focused she was, it was with no surprise that she passed the meeting spot… three times.