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discedo_logs2008-11-06 07:05 pm
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{Open} And you are just a boy...
Who: The newly arrived Larsa {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
solidor_heir } and the Ivaliecean crew, perhaps?
Where: Lander Boulevard; St. Peter's Church
When: Soon after this
Rating: PG-13 (for..violence?)
Summary: Worst time to arrive for the young Heir to the Archadian Empire. Rescue mission get?
the log:
*~*~*
Not Nabudis, they had said. Not Ivalice, they had said. Stay where you are, they had said. Larsa swallowed hard, setting his jaw into a firm, hard line just as Vayne would when faced with a difficult situation. He slowly backed himself against the ruined fountain, looking around and in the hopes of spotting street signs. Lander.
But that was not the only thing he spotted. His breath hitched in his throat and his hand shook before he tightened his grip on Joyeuse's hilt. What was that? A canine? A macabre remainder of a canine creature more like it. Just the one, sniffing around. And another a little nearby. Then another by its side. Oh and look-
The tiniest crack of splintering glass beneath Larsa's foot. No eyes, but four heads turned his way. Their sniffing grew louder and more frenzied. Larsa's heart raced as he fumbled back. Stay here and risk them approaching close enough...or slip away whilst he still had a chance?
Too late. With a cry, Larsa ran as fast as his feet could carry him, madly shouting into the communications device. He yelled the one name he knew would answer his cry. The one man who had always been there for him.
"GABRANTH!"
Too fast! He swung his rapier, slicing across its muzzle and lopping off its tongue. It howled; an eery gurgle as it choked on its blood. The sound froze Larsa's own blood in his veins. What remained of a church loomed ahead, and Larsa threw himself inside. He dove into a corner and curled up, trying to silence his breathing and praying- praying he would not disturb the silence.
No dogs. But no silence either. Scrape.Scrape.
The barest coo. The tiniest sigh. Click click. Two nurses sought their new patient. He seemed to be having trouble with his breathing.
solidor_heir } and the Ivaliecean crew, perhaps?Where: Lander Boulevard; St. Peter's Church
When: Soon after this
Rating: PG-13 (for..violence?)
Summary: Worst time to arrive for the young Heir to the Archadian Empire. Rescue mission get?
the log:
*~*~*
Not Nabudis, they had said. Not Ivalice, they had said. Stay where you are, they had said. Larsa swallowed hard, setting his jaw into a firm, hard line just as Vayne would when faced with a difficult situation. He slowly backed himself against the ruined fountain, looking around and in the hopes of spotting street signs. Lander.
But that was not the only thing he spotted. His breath hitched in his throat and his hand shook before he tightened his grip on Joyeuse's hilt. What was that? A canine? A macabre remainder of a canine creature more like it. Just the one, sniffing around. And another a little nearby. Then another by its side. Oh and look-
The tiniest crack of splintering glass beneath Larsa's foot. No eyes, but four heads turned his way. Their sniffing grew louder and more frenzied. Larsa's heart raced as he fumbled back. Stay here and risk them approaching close enough...or slip away whilst he still had a chance?
Too late. With a cry, Larsa ran as fast as his feet could carry him, madly shouting into the communications device. He yelled the one name he knew would answer his cry. The one man who had always been there for him.
"GABRANTH!"
Too fast! He swung his rapier, slicing across its muzzle and lopping off its tongue. It howled; an eery gurgle as it choked on its blood. The sound froze Larsa's own blood in his veins. What remained of a church loomed ahead, and Larsa threw himself inside. He dove into a corner and curled up, trying to silence his breathing and praying- praying he would not disturb the silence.
No dogs. But no silence either. Scrape.Scrape.
The barest coo. The tiniest sigh. Click click. Two nurses sought their new patient. He seemed to be having trouble with his breathing.