waving not drowning

[danceswithgoths]

It’s a rough sort of evening in Termina, the rain pelting down harder than it had all month. Word on the street was that a typhoon was due in over the next couple days, and from the way the winds were blowing it seemed incredibly likely that such was the case

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[bloodtie]

The problem about promising to send word at the dawn of trouble; it would be convenient if you knew where to send it, or where to find the person, to deliver it. Basch knew of neither, since Miki's move to Mahs-ah-choo-sehts; however, he did know the portal to Termina, the name of the boat aboard which her best friend lived, and now, thanks to a random passerby, directions

[danceswithgoths]

Fargo is seated a few feet away from the door, earplugs firmly in place. So it takes him a moment or more before he startles up out of his seat to see to the door.

The door swings open and Basch can catch sight of an older man pulling some sort of orange material out of his ears. Fargo ushers him inside before asking, "What is it that brings you out here, lad?" There's a brief bit of rummaging, and soon after a towel is tossed Basch's way.

[bloodtie]

Basch catches the towel and says a word or two of thanks, then uses it to dry his face and hair.

"I've come to speak with Nikki," he says, drying the portion of beard under the edge of his jaw, "is he here?"

[danceswithgoths]

It's a very specific sort of look that Fargo shoots off, one that speaks of long suffering, and thoughts of why the hell does the amp have t go to 11? Through this expression, he nods, noting dryly, "Aye. The noise is the lads. Not not some hideous mechanical orgy as you might think."

Damn kids.