Post by Albel on Feb 18, 2012 20:15:18 GMT -5
The sky over Neo-Tokyo had been banished by the shady clouds above, and sunlight almost seemed to be washed away from the concrete and buildings below. Save, of course, the light that managed to find its way through, or illuminate sections of the darkness above. Streets were flowing with wind that carried the scent of rain, making it painfully obvious a large storm would be coming soon that day. Lightning flitted from cloud to cloud while its brother, thunder, roared enthusiastically from the heavens. Evidently they were making a new attempt to shatter windows and scare people of their wits again.
To Albel, it just made it seem all the more likely to bring a downpour that he wasn't looking forward to sitting through. His clothes were dirty, hair and fur, too. Then again, he'd barely been able to scrounge anything to keep himself clean so at least he had a reason. He'd been doing odd jobs around town to earn money, ranging anywhere from cleaning up some junk a delinquent had dumped in a guy's front yard, to delivering precious items from one citizen to another.
For some reason, he enjoyed the deliveries more, and had managed to do more of those than any other odd jobs (he'd been keeping count). Something about them felt normal, like he'd been doing them since before his memory was gone. That feeling made him eager, somewhat excited. Like a piece of memory was on the edge of his tongue or just out of reach within his mind. Maybe the next job would ring a bell, he thought. He performed them as though possessed, and eventually he'd run himself dead tired doing them.
For a while, he figured that he might end up being late for his meeting with a member of Thunderforce. That was something that couldn't be missed. Albel had put so much effort just trying to set one up, that it was too important to let slip. Even after putting himself through hell today to do those jobs, he still showed up at the meeting place; the dark little underpass that had been largely forgotten in the city. It was in a place that was always dark, regardless of how little light was in the sky. Albel couldn't have picked a better place; it was out of the way, quiet, and got him out of the storm that was coming in case it started during the meeting.
As he made it there, he felt like his body was just about to give out. His clothes felt like dead weight at that point, with all the dirt and sweat that they'd taken on over the course of the day. Albel made it to the middle of the underpass and leaned against the wall, sliding down it as he finally took a break. Maybe that guy would be here soon. Maybe he would get lucky and get into Thunderforce, even though he couldn't see someone in the employ of the GTC taking him on in this ragged state.
To Albel, it just made it seem all the more likely to bring a downpour that he wasn't looking forward to sitting through. His clothes were dirty, hair and fur, too. Then again, he'd barely been able to scrounge anything to keep himself clean so at least he had a reason. He'd been doing odd jobs around town to earn money, ranging anywhere from cleaning up some junk a delinquent had dumped in a guy's front yard, to delivering precious items from one citizen to another.
For some reason, he enjoyed the deliveries more, and had managed to do more of those than any other odd jobs (he'd been keeping count). Something about them felt normal, like he'd been doing them since before his memory was gone. That feeling made him eager, somewhat excited. Like a piece of memory was on the edge of his tongue or just out of reach within his mind. Maybe the next job would ring a bell, he thought. He performed them as though possessed, and eventually he'd run himself dead tired doing them.
For a while, he figured that he might end up being late for his meeting with a member of Thunderforce. That was something that couldn't be missed. Albel had put so much effort just trying to set one up, that it was too important to let slip. Even after putting himself through hell today to do those jobs, he still showed up at the meeting place; the dark little underpass that had been largely forgotten in the city. It was in a place that was always dark, regardless of how little light was in the sky. Albel couldn't have picked a better place; it was out of the way, quiet, and got him out of the storm that was coming in case it started during the meeting.
As he made it there, he felt like his body was just about to give out. His clothes felt like dead weight at that point, with all the dirt and sweat that they'd taken on over the course of the day. Albel made it to the middle of the underpass and leaned against the wall, sliding down it as he finally took a break. Maybe that guy would be here soon. Maybe he would get lucky and get into Thunderforce, even though he couldn't see someone in the employ of the GTC taking him on in this ragged state.