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Aug 20, 2009 00:16

Who: Gaignun and Jr.
What: In a rare display of impatience, Gaignun decided to take on his own plan.
When: Tuesday, August 18th, 1:00 AM.
Where: City Hall.
Warnings: The name Gaignun has a silent g in it.

( There was a time for introductions, and a time for action. )

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bulletserenade August 20 2009, 05:18:25 UTC

Jr. hadn't stayed at the meeting much longer than Gaignun had, and really, he'd been ready to leave even before then. He didn't know how long his powers of flight were going to last, and he wanted to take full advantage of them. When he finally made it back to the apartment, he was exhausted and ready for a peaceful night of zoning out.

When Gaignun's mental voice resounded in his head, it pulled him out of a deep sleep - and sent him crashing to the floor of his room. It took him about thirty seconds to form a coherent sentence in order to reply.

This had better be good. What the hell kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into?

fadetonigredo August 20 2009, 05:25:39 UTC

I'm in the Mayor's office, I have her journal, this is very interesting information, and I need someone to get it all down before someone notices a break-in. Good enough?

His eyes were currently on the door, his ears listening for any step coming marginally closer to her office. He thought he had tested his newfound limits, but in a tense moment, he found those limits to be higher than he anticipated.

He hadn't waited for Jr. to respond to continue.

Get a pen and something to write on that isn't your journal. Don't risk this getting out - we don't know if there's going to be retaliation. Tell me when you're ready.

bulletserenade August 20 2009, 05:57:44 UTC

It was more than good enough. Suddenly awake and full of excitement, Jr. grabbed a notebook and a pen.

Why you sneaky little bastard. I didn't think you had it in ya!

He flew over to the desk in the corner of his room and flipped on the lamp, ready to write down whatever Gaignun sent to him. He was more than a little disappointed that he hadn't been part of the break-in, but he knew better than to let that get in the way now - this was far more important.

Suppressing twinges of jealousy, Jr. focused on what he could do.

I was born ready. Shoot!

1/3 fadetonigredo August 20 2009, 06:06:00 UTC

He concentrated, keeping his thoughts slower than usual and making sure they came through crystal clear. The last thing they needed was a misfire.

Entry 1. Day, time, year unknown.

I woke in a strange place today, with nothing but the clothes on my back and this journal set beside me. There was no one else here, and my head hurt whenever I tried to remember what happened.

I suppose I ought to do something more useful than sitting here writing, but, then, what else can I do? No people. No houses. Nothing is here. I almost wonder if someone...

No, that’s not possible. The only thing that hurts is my head.

Maybe I should look for food, or build a shelter, or something. If I can remember what kinds of plants are edible, anyway... Then again, if I die, I’m not really going to realize anything, right?He glanced back to the door. Still no signs of any notice that he was here. To be safe, he got up from the chair in advance and crouched down behind the desk. Due to his height, he could still see over it, but he didn't have the ( ... )

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