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shatterverse2009-09-03 09:14 pm
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Fallout: Thrice Displaced
Character/s: Renne, Rickie
Time Period: Post-Apocalyptic / Cross-Time
Location: Rhy'Din, the Labyrinth, then England...somewhere.
Relative Date: Time of Renne's arrival
Rating: G
Status: Completed
The silvery, metallic taste and the eerily silky touch of Time wasn't unfamiliar to him. Honestly, he'd almost come to enjoy the random flings. Through history, to places far and wide. His curiosity had never once been truly ended.
Still, like any other sentient being, Renne had wishes.
Foolish, childlike, innocent wishes.
He accepted this as a logical fact -- old dreams, as they say, die hard. With no one around him for miles, Renne decided to at least try and get some miles behind him before dawn. Sunbathing on the searing, if completely barren, sands was quite an appealing prospect to a heat-seeker like him. However, such endeavours came at a cost most times. In his case, the cost was at first, mildly embarrassing and only slightly painful. Given he didn't walk on two feet and had no cane-training, he was used to running face-first into things a little more than occasionally.
It wasn't the running into things that had begun to bother him.
It was the strange, loud sound that reminded him far too much of a gun going off.
Thunder.
He hated thunder.
Yelping, the Morpho-blue oddity curled inward and flattened his huge ears. While protective of his hearing, the fact that he was no longer in that wasteland of a desert didn't escape him. The smell of another climate reached his nose -- a cooler, wetter climate. It wasn't the same as the sea, not quite. He knew the sea all too well despite having begun crawling through the proverbial hawsepipe on only three ships.
When his ears stopped ringing, Renne lifted his head and gave a puzzled trill. He hadn't been shot, at least. Or whatever had gone off had missed him. Yet when all logic failed, the creature sat up, pulled his plushie from his pocket and asked it one thing, as if the inanimate toy could answer back.
"'Chee? Whe-rrrre in He-ll is Rrr-enne?"
Time Period: Post-Apocalyptic / Cross-Time
Location: Rhy'Din, the Labyrinth, then England...somewhere.
Relative Date: Time of Renne's arrival
Rating: G
Status: Completed
The silvery, metallic taste and the eerily silky touch of Time wasn't unfamiliar to him. Honestly, he'd almost come to enjoy the random flings. Through history, to places far and wide. His curiosity had never once been truly ended.
Still, like any other sentient being, Renne had wishes.
Foolish, childlike, innocent wishes.
He accepted this as a logical fact -- old dreams, as they say, die hard. With no one around him for miles, Renne decided to at least try and get some miles behind him before dawn. Sunbathing on the searing, if completely barren, sands was quite an appealing prospect to a heat-seeker like him. However, such endeavours came at a cost most times. In his case, the cost was at first, mildly embarrassing and only slightly painful. Given he didn't walk on two feet and had no cane-training, he was used to running face-first into things a little more than occasionally.
It wasn't the running into things that had begun to bother him.
It was the strange, loud sound that reminded him far too much of a gun going off.
Thunder.
He hated thunder.
Yelping, the Morpho-blue oddity curled inward and flattened his huge ears. While protective of his hearing, the fact that he was no longer in that wasteland of a desert didn't escape him. The smell of another climate reached his nose -- a cooler, wetter climate. It wasn't the same as the sea, not quite. He knew the sea all too well despite having begun crawling through the proverbial hawsepipe on only three ships.
When his ears stopped ringing, Renne lifted his head and gave a puzzled trill. He hadn't been shot, at least. Or whatever had gone off had missed him. Yet when all logic failed, the creature sat up, pulled his plushie from his pocket and asked it one thing, as if the inanimate toy could answer back.
"'Chee? Whe-rrrre in He-ll is Rrr-enne?"