You're Already Dead

"By the time you                          see his g u n s, you're                             already dead." Child of Chaos [ Affiliated with versusdissidia]

[imaginarymobster-blog]

outofcharacter. Nope, not awake enough for this. I should go have another piece of my dads birthday cake... maybe sugar will wake me. Replies later~

[blindfacade]

Sheesh, don’t look so upset. This guy didn’t seem to be in the mood for social interaction. Too bad, for him, at the moment. Zidane’s tail twitched in a mild annoyance, though his light-hearted expression betrayed it. The glance at his extra extension didn’t go unnoticed. Everyone stared. Even on Gaia; what was the difference? 

No, huh? That either meant this bloke wasn’t a local, or he was lying. That’s alright. Zidane knew a few languages, but none more universal than that of the wallet. “Will a couple of gil change your mind at all?”

[imaginarymobster-blog]

Gil, now that piqued his interest. Maybe he had been some sort of gun for hire back where he came from, Rafe had no clue, but still he was interested.

A small smirk pressed to the gunmans lips as he considered the offer. Once decided, he gave a slight tilt of his head before speaking. "Depends on how much."

[ridexfast-diexhard-blog]

The Turk noticed the look his coworker gave him and snorted, rolling his eyes slightly. Two Guns was always a rather quiet person. He got the job done, kept to himself. Him and Rod didn’t exactly hang out much. Though, that didn’t mean they were disrepectful and just ignored each other

“Get off yer high horse, Two Guns.”

[imaginarymobster-blog]

Rafe's eyes narrowed. Maybe it hadn't been a false memory, they were dressed similarly, though this one had a tie. Turning back, his eyes narrowed, studying the red head carefully. No matter how long the gunman looked at this guy, no memory of him came up. Even thought he was hoping for an answer, he didn't get one. 

"You know who I am...?"

[imaginarymobster-blog]

ridexfast-diexhard

That hair... why did it look so... familiar. No, it was nothing, his imagination. He had spotted a boy with similar hair earlier, that was it. It was just a memory about that kid. What else could it be? The raven couldn't remember anything, why would that change.

Disappointed Rafe turned away, deciding it was best to ignore the other. False memories were a burden.

[imaginarymobster-blog]

bartzbutt

    The raven was about to move on from this one once more, but the odd choice of clothes he was wearing made Rafe pause. Of course, he wasn't one to judge, traipsing around chaos knows where in a business suit, but that outfit did not seem to be suitable for this place. Especially when he remembered waking up in an area full of snow. What would this boy do then?

[optimisticlight-deactivated2013]

     Sora honestly did not want to bug this guy, even before the hmph thrown at him it already had seemed like the man before him wasn’t interested in chatting. It was most likely best to leave him alone but the teen had something to ask, and he seemed to be the only one who might know considering at least acknowledge his existence.

“Er, is there a chance you might have seen my friend around here?” Although asking where he was would have been the smarter thing to do, it didn’t cross his mind. He’d been so used to going to different worlds that it wasn’t something he worried about so much anymore.

[imaginarymobster-blog]

    A sigh escaped the raven as he gave in, turning back to the teen. Though once his violet eyes laid eyes on the others hair. A vague memory hit him of a fellow employee with hair just as spiky, only a tad redder. Confused by this sudden flash, it took him a moment to answer; though it was just a simple 'no.'

[blindfacade]

Suits. Zidane never gave much an opinion to people in suits, though they reminded him more of guards. Of course, that being said.. he was along way from home, with no reconciliation of where he was, how he got there, with no real destination in mind. How Bartz could aimlessly wander was beyond him.

”..Silent type, huh? Alright, I can work with that. Think you can tell me where I’m at?”

It didn’t look like a kingdom.. or a village.. and everything here was bizarre. Though, to strangers, he looked like the odd one.

[imaginarymobster-blog]

Of course, it had to be someone talkitive. Just once he would have liked to encounter another who just let him be. Though when the other mentioned something about where they were, Rafe glanced back, finding himself curious.

He paused when he saw the tail, eyes narrowing in confusion. Was it some kind of monster? An experiment? Had he seen a similar experiment before? 

"No." Was his answer, as he continued to study the boy.

[waningdawn-deactivated20130512]

“Well hello to you too,” murmured the silveret under his breath, turquoise eyes glaring at the man’s back as he walked off. There goes his chance at finding out where the heck he was. Whatever, he’ll just find someone else that could possibly answer him. 

[imaginarymobster-blog]

    There was a brief pause when the other spoke, almost giving in and saying something back. However, caving would be his downfall. Rafe almost felt as if he'd done so once before and ended up in a shit hole. He instead, shook his head and continued on.

[imaginarymobster-blog]

optimisticlight

jitantoraibaru

    Purple eyes glared to the two, before glancing away once more. The sudden on surge of people was beginning to tick the gunman off. Obviously remaining silent wasn't driving them off. Though, he still didn't feel like speaking to anyone, and simply gave a 'hmph' to the two.

[imaginarymobster-blog]

waningdawn

   He felt the boys presence behind him. Eyes closed and arms crossed, he stayed where he was in silence for a brief moment. After the time had passed, he unfolded his arms and walked off, choosing not to speak to anyone until he had some answers.

[imaginarymobster-blog]

ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

    The gunner tilted his head downward, making a ‘tch’ noise as he turned from the inquirer. Without uttering anything else, Rafe moved on, denying the robot an answer.