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Characters: Clow/Syaoran Li (temp_ered), Ilyigan/Saul Samaren (favorthebold) and Fugue (fugue_angel)
Date/Time:3/21
Location: Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG for teh noods
Summary: Clow and Ilyigan are born into Edensphere and someone is there to greet them.
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It has been a long time since he had Greeted last. The last several months had not been kind to Fugue. Ever since that horrible, crazy man had confronted him speaking nonsense, he had suffered from debilitating migraines. They were splitting, horrible pains that made him dizzy, unable to get out of bed for days at a time. Consequently he had locked himself in his Section 4 penthouse, filled to the brim with paranoia. He didn't know why, but he instinctively blamed one person for his mysterious illness. The Exile. He was to blame for EVERYTHING, for the crazy man's attack, for the migraines. EVERYTHING.
He was on the move again. Fugue had to be extra cautious now.
It had taken a while, but he was finally able to move around, his headaches mostly gone. He still had a strange ringing in his ears every now and again and that was why he was wearing giant sunglasses on his shift. They hid his golden eyes from view and made him look rather ridiculous, but they seemed to work. Somewhat.
A sudden crackling sound caught his attention. A hatchling? Then the sound of another cocoon moving. Ah, twins. It was showtime.
Date/Time:3/21
Location: Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG for teh noods
Summary: Clow and Ilyigan are born into Edensphere and someone is there to greet them.
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It has been a long time since he had Greeted last. The last several months had not been kind to Fugue. Ever since that horrible, crazy man had confronted him speaking nonsense, he had suffered from debilitating migraines. They were splitting, horrible pains that made him dizzy, unable to get out of bed for days at a time. Consequently he had locked himself in his Section 4 penthouse, filled to the brim with paranoia. He didn't know why, but he instinctively blamed one person for his mysterious illness. The Exile. He was to blame for EVERYTHING, for the crazy man's attack, for the migraines. EVERYTHING.
He was on the move again. Fugue had to be extra cautious now.
It had taken a while, but he was finally able to move around, his headaches mostly gone. He still had a strange ringing in his ears every now and again and that was why he was wearing giant sunglasses on his shift. They hid his golden eyes from view and made him look rather ridiculous, but they seemed to work. Somewhat.
A sudden crackling sound caught his attention. A hatchling? Then the sound of another cocoon moving. Ah, twins. It was showtime.