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discedo_logs2008-05-05 05:38 pm
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[In progress]
Who: Raziel and Kain
Where: The graveyard
When: Now. (May 5th)
Rating: Eh, PG13 for possible language I suppose. Nothing too bad should happen.
Summary: Kain has arrived in Discedo and needs out of the rain; Raziel comes to the rescue with help from Yorda's floral pink blanket.
the log:
Raziel was less than certain about this meeting. He had no idea when this Kain was from. He seemed cordial enough towards him, but Kain had always been a deceptive bastard. There were so many ways in which this could go wrong. He could only hope that he had come from the same era as him- after he had cleansed him of impurity.
He should have inquired about the Soul Reaver, as well. Did Kain have it? That worried him the most. If he was already one with the blade, then would another paradox result? Would the mysterious scientists have overlooked such a thing? And if he was not in the blade...
Brushing off that train of thought, Raziel slowed in his run as he came to the church. He could see that the front doors were still intact and had been left open, just enough for someone to walk through. Clutching the sword Ed had made for him tightly, he made for the entrance. He had Yorda's blanket folded under his other arm, trying to keep it as dry as possible. The look of the thing had been both appalling and amusing, but necessity required that he ignore that for now. He could only hope Kain wasn't feeling too vain to use it. He pushed the door open further as he moved inside, both anxious and alert.
Where: The graveyard
When: Now. (May 5th)
Rating: Eh, PG13 for possible language I suppose. Nothing too bad should happen.
Summary: Kain has arrived in Discedo and needs out of the rain; Raziel comes to the rescue with help from Yorda's floral pink blanket.
the log:
Raziel was less than certain about this meeting. He had no idea when this Kain was from. He seemed cordial enough towards him, but Kain had always been a deceptive bastard. There were so many ways in which this could go wrong. He could only hope that he had come from the same era as him- after he had cleansed him of impurity.
He should have inquired about the Soul Reaver, as well. Did Kain have it? That worried him the most. If he was already one with the blade, then would another paradox result? Would the mysterious scientists have overlooked such a thing? And if he was not in the blade...
Brushing off that train of thought, Raziel slowed in his run as he came to the church. He could see that the front doors were still intact and had been left open, just enough for someone to walk through. Clutching the sword Ed had made for him tightly, he made for the entrance. He had Yorda's blanket folded under his other arm, trying to keep it as dry as possible. The look of the thing had been both appalling and amusing, but necessity required that he ignore that for now. He could only hope Kain wasn't feeling too vain to use it. He pushed the door open further as he moved inside, both anxious and alert.