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capeandcowllogs2013-04-06 12:14 am
deformer) wrote in capeandcowllogs2013-04-06 12:14 am
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WHO: Rua & Ruka
WHERE: Around Porter Tower
WHEN: Friday, ~10 PM
WARNINGS: Nope.
SUMMARY: Teenaged twins reuniting. Magic empathy power stuff.
FORMAT: Whatever, man. Y'know, I'm like, giving you, the choice.
Rua's arrival at Porter Tower by way of the eponymous, often ill-understood device had been...less than graceful. Upon later reflection, he'd be glad he was the only one around besides, y'know, the AI running the machine itself. He'd had no idea what was going on at first, and had kinda-sorta just...freaked out a little bit. After a few minutes however, stuff had started clicking - the Porter's voice, the room, all of it felt suspiciously familiar. Then he had realized it with an oh-so-eloquent exclamation of "Holy frickin' crap, I'm back in the City!"
The next few minutes had been spent trying to swear Lachsies to secrecy about him being a teensy bit slow on the uptake there, the minute or two immediately following of course being spent wondering why the hell he'd thought he'd ever succeed in such an endeavor. Then, he'd set himself to trying to forget his somewhat embarrassing entrance, getting his communicator and dog tags and putting some distance between himself and the Porter Tower. And that was how he found himself out on the sidewalk a block or so away from the tower, alone save the night breeze.
"They didn't have pamphlets the last time I was here..." Rua muttered as he scanned over the (apparently) new literature that had been provided with his comm and his tags. After scanning it over for a few seconds more, he let out a yell. "Argh...forget this!" He snapped, throwing the literature at the curb. "I gotta...I gotta go home! I gotta call Ruka, or...argh," he smacked his left hand into his face. "I dunno if she's even still here, I..." He trailed off, pulling his left arm away from his head. He blinked a couple times then, slowly rolled up his sleeve. His eyes widened at what he saw, mostly because he hadn't seen it in over three years. There on his arm, plain as day was a dark red tattoo. The shape, a dragon's heart, might not have made sense to anyone else, but Rua knew exactly what it was and it forced him to take in and let out a long steadying breath.
"Wow," he muttered. To say he was shocked to see the mark again wouldn't do it justice. Somewhere in the back of his mind it brought up a bunch of different thoughts about how the Porter had done it and the Crimson Dragon and so on and so forth, but for the moment, one thing was at the forefront of his mind. He had his mark...and if Ruka was in the City too, she had hers too, probably. Hopefully So, he closed his eyes, pressed his hand to the mark and concentrated, focusing on his sister, trying to figure out where she was. His concentration didn't last long, though, as he grimaced with the realization that it had been a while since he'd done this.
"Argh...come on!" He rubbed his hand together, trying to warm them up, as if that would have any effect before he got ready to try again.
WHERE: Around Porter Tower
WHEN: Friday, ~10 PM
WARNINGS: Nope.
SUMMARY: Teenaged twins reuniting. Magic empathy power stuff.
FORMAT: Whatever, man. Y'know, I'm like, giving you, the choice.
Rua's arrival at Porter Tower by way of the eponymous, often ill-understood device had been...less than graceful. Upon later reflection, he'd be glad he was the only one around besides, y'know, the AI running the machine itself. He'd had no idea what was going on at first, and had kinda-sorta just...freaked out a little bit. After a few minutes however, stuff had started clicking - the Porter's voice, the room, all of it felt suspiciously familiar. Then he had realized it with an oh-so-eloquent exclamation of "Holy frickin' crap, I'm back in the City!"
The next few minutes had been spent trying to swear Lachsies to secrecy about him being a teensy bit slow on the uptake there, the minute or two immediately following of course being spent wondering why the hell he'd thought he'd ever succeed in such an endeavor. Then, he'd set himself to trying to forget his somewhat embarrassing entrance, getting his communicator and dog tags and putting some distance between himself and the Porter Tower. And that was how he found himself out on the sidewalk a block or so away from the tower, alone save the night breeze.
"They didn't have pamphlets the last time I was here..." Rua muttered as he scanned over the (apparently) new literature that had been provided with his comm and his tags. After scanning it over for a few seconds more, he let out a yell. "Argh...forget this!" He snapped, throwing the literature at the curb. "I gotta...I gotta go home! I gotta call Ruka, or...argh," he smacked his left hand into his face. "I dunno if she's even still here, I..." He trailed off, pulling his left arm away from his head. He blinked a couple times then, slowly rolled up his sleeve. His eyes widened at what he saw, mostly because he hadn't seen it in over three years. There on his arm, plain as day was a dark red tattoo. The shape, a dragon's heart, might not have made sense to anyone else, but Rua knew exactly what it was and it forced him to take in and let out a long steadying breath.
"Wow," he muttered. To say he was shocked to see the mark again wouldn't do it justice. Somewhere in the back of his mind it brought up a bunch of different thoughts about how the Porter had done it and the Crimson Dragon and so on and so forth, but for the moment, one thing was at the forefront of his mind. He had his mark...and if Ruka was in the City too, she had hers too, probably. Hopefully So, he closed his eyes, pressed his hand to the mark and concentrated, focusing on his sister, trying to figure out where she was. His concentration didn't last long, though, as he grimaced with the realization that it had been a while since he'd done this.
"Argh...come on!" He rubbed his hand together, trying to warm them up, as if that would have any effect before he got ready to try again.