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Who: Vincent, Zack
Status: Closed
When: 12:00 PM
Where: Backstreets of Sector 4
What: After taking a quiet and shadowed leave from WRO, Vincent makes his way back to his apartment and runs into Zack.
It had been a relatively easy escape of sorts, from under Shalua's almost constant vigil - watching him at times that left him feeling like a specimen under a microscope. That feeling he had longsince had enough of, and as soon as he felt he was capable of standing without immediately tipping over, he'd gone forth with the plan to leave. Shalua had been insistent that he stay put, but she did have other projects to attend to, and he used the thin way she spread herself between them to his advantage. The request for his clothes, granted, though he was alarmed to find Cerberus not among the items given back to him. It had to be... still under what remained of the building that had collapsed during the fight. He hoped, then, the clean up crew would find it - or what was left of it.
Nevertheless, as soon as Shalua had her back turned for more than ten minutes, he was gone. To the elevator, then up the two levels that brought him to the ground floor, where no one gave him a second glance as he left.
Once the WRO headquarters were behind him, he took to taking the backstreets, watching his footing and surroundings as he headed to his apartment complex. Gingerly, he wrapped his human arm around his middle - there was no telling what had and had not healed by that point as far as his internal damage went, but it ached and burned and mildly nauseated to continue even breathing as he walked on. He had little choice, though, and trusted that Shalua's care had repaired what was most vital.
One step, then the other, a steady rhythm that carried him through the streets of Sector 4.
Status: Closed
When: 12:00 PM
Where: Backstreets of Sector 4
What: After taking a quiet and shadowed leave from WRO, Vincent makes his way back to his apartment and runs into Zack.
It had been a relatively easy escape of sorts, from under Shalua's almost constant vigil - watching him at times that left him feeling like a specimen under a microscope. That feeling he had longsince had enough of, and as soon as he felt he was capable of standing without immediately tipping over, he'd gone forth with the plan to leave. Shalua had been insistent that he stay put, but she did have other projects to attend to, and he used the thin way she spread herself between them to his advantage. The request for his clothes, granted, though he was alarmed to find Cerberus not among the items given back to him. It had to be... still under what remained of the building that had collapsed during the fight. He hoped, then, the clean up crew would find it - or what was left of it.
Nevertheless, as soon as Shalua had her back turned for more than ten minutes, he was gone. To the elevator, then up the two levels that brought him to the ground floor, where no one gave him a second glance as he left.
Once the WRO headquarters were behind him, he took to taking the backstreets, watching his footing and surroundings as he headed to his apartment complex. Gingerly, he wrapped his human arm around his middle - there was no telling what had and had not healed by that point as far as his internal damage went, but it ached and burned and mildly nauseated to continue even breathing as he walked on. He had little choice, though, and trusted that Shalua's care had repaired what was most vital.
One step, then the other, a steady rhythm that carried him through the streets of Sector 4.