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discedo_logs2011-08-22 05:34 am
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And so.
Who: Bambi's motherMichelangelo the Doppelganger and the hunterall of those after him.
Where: Dissimulo, more than likely heading towards then into the woods.
When: Almost directly after hearing the announcement on the Channel 8 news.
Rating: There will be gore. Adult, I guess.
Summary: Doppelganger Michelangelo is trying to save "his" skin by running like hell.
The Log:
Usually, the doppelganger living within Michelangelo's skin would have enjoyed the prospect of briskly running over the grass, avoiding monsters due to lacking the skills to fight them but being able to outrun the majority, and so on... but today? Today was different. Today, he was running flat out toward the woods where he knew he could hide in the shadows he once belonged to before stealing the skin he now operated like a costumed actor. If only he'd killed England when he'd had the chance. If only he'd just sliced that stupid chocobo's head off! But now Klunk was with England. Now, the doppelganger felt fear.
He pushed himself to run faster, gritting his teeth. If he could just reach the woods and avoid the monsters within (not an easy feat, but he'd risk it) then he would be safe. He just had to keep running.
Of course, unbeknownst to him, he's accidentally broadcasting due to knocking his communicator up against a wall while making a break for the outdoors.
Where: Dissimulo, more than likely heading towards then into the woods.
When: Almost directly after hearing the announcement on the Channel 8 news.
Rating: There will be gore. Adult, I guess.
Summary: Doppelganger Michelangelo is trying to save "his" skin by running like hell.
The Log:
Usually, the doppelganger living within Michelangelo's skin would have enjoyed the prospect of briskly running over the grass, avoiding monsters due to lacking the skills to fight them but being able to outrun the majority, and so on... but today? Today was different. Today, he was running flat out toward the woods where he knew he could hide in the shadows he once belonged to before stealing the skin he now operated like a costumed actor. If only he'd killed England when he'd had the chance. If only he'd just sliced that stupid chocobo's head off! But now Klunk was with England. Now, the doppelganger felt fear.
He pushed himself to run faster, gritting his teeth. If he could just reach the woods and avoid the monsters within (not an easy feat, but he'd risk it) then he would be safe. He just had to keep running.
Of course, unbeknownst to him, he's accidentally broadcasting due to knocking his communicator up against a wall while making a break for the outdoors.