[Day 3 late morning]
Who: Kadaj and Strife
Where: IN A RANDOM PLACE
What: Hunting.
Rating: J for Jailbait.
Warnings: Gee. Let me think. How about violence.
Night had come and gone across the city and so, it seemed, had most of the chaos. The computer screens remained dark until the broadcast from Central’s new ‘leader,’ which Strife had paused to watch, frowning. Not that he cared for this city or its troubles, but a self-proclaimed ruler could cause complications, especially one that might refuse to hand out supplies. Even a Nobody was not completely self-sufficient and Strife had seen precious little in the way of other available resources so far.
He kept walking. A rebel leader surfaced over the mini computer and so did an apparent acquaintance of ‘Lord Starscream,’ the first calling to the other refugees. Strife read any and all messages visible to him and then shut the thing off. Unless someone planned to hire him, it was none of his concern.
He was still stalking the little Jenova spawn, relentlessly pursuing all hints of darkness that bloomed and faded within the city’s labyrinth and refusing to give up the trail, though it had gone from cold to non-existent some time ago. It was not in Strife’s nature to give up on anything, especially hopeless causes. He kept hunting though half the time his senses pinged on incorrect targets and had him shadowing the wrong persons, or even things that weren’t there by the time he showed up. There were still monsters moving boldly through the streets. He’d taken to the rooftops to avoid further interruptions, annoyed at one too many attempted ambushes in narrow alleys. At least the Buster Replica had gotten a decent workout.
Where: IN A RANDOM PLACE
What: Hunting.
Rating: J for Jailbait.
Warnings: Gee. Let me think. How about violence.
Night had come and gone across the city and so, it seemed, had most of the chaos. The computer screens remained dark until the broadcast from Central’s new ‘leader,’ which Strife had paused to watch, frowning. Not that he cared for this city or its troubles, but a self-proclaimed ruler could cause complications, especially one that might refuse to hand out supplies. Even a Nobody was not completely self-sufficient and Strife had seen precious little in the way of other available resources so far.
He kept walking. A rebel leader surfaced over the mini computer and so did an apparent acquaintance of ‘Lord Starscream,’ the first calling to the other refugees. Strife read any and all messages visible to him and then shut the thing off. Unless someone planned to hire him, it was none of his concern.
He was still stalking the little Jenova spawn, relentlessly pursuing all hints of darkness that bloomed and faded within the city’s labyrinth and refusing to give up the trail, though it had gone from cold to non-existent some time ago. It was not in Strife’s nature to give up on anything, especially hopeless causes. He kept hunting though half the time his senses pinged on incorrect targets and had him shadowing the wrong persons, or even things that weren’t there by the time he showed up. There were still monsters moving boldly through the streets. He’d taken to the rooftops to avoid further interruptions, annoyed at one too many attempted ambushes in narrow alleys. At least the Buster Replica had gotten a decent workout.