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savetheearth2013-12-05 02:35 pm
espigeonage) wrote in savetheearth2013-12-05 02:35 pm
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Who: Aaron Strider, Julien Sakazaki.
Where: Dead District
What: What caused the explosions? They plan to try and see, using compatible stealth echoes.
When: Way back around November 21.
This was it, then. Julien carefully collected all of his hair under a hairnet and settled a knit cap over it, then wound a rayon scarf around his neck, careful of his left ear. Years back it had been pierced. The hole had closed. A couple of days ago, he'd taken a needle, a candleflame, and half of a potato and re-pierced it. Around a matte black stud his earlobe was a little red and swollen, which he knew was normal for the first few days. Better to focus on that irritation than how he hated knit caps and hairnets. They itched.
He hadn't been heading out to LSR for a year and a half without learning to wear clothes that looked cheaper than he usually favored. Still, for this he'd downgraded even more than the things he wore to the birdhouse. Everything was in shades of mostly pale gray or faded, grayish colors. His hooded zippered sweater was flecked with permanent white paint, underneath his v-necked outer shirt was a T-shirt with peeling black lettering. His jeans were slightly disintegrated and heavily patched with bits of other jeans, some clumsily; the hems had been stitched up tight, made artificially neat. He'd just tied worn black shoes so thoroughly that just kicking or toeing them off was essentially impossible, and now he shouldered a messenger bag which had had bright zipper pulls replaced with bits of string.
Any incongruity was in the scarf - gray, yes, but up close it was newer-looking, completely intact and utterly clean - and the harness that he'd strapped under the hoodie, only one strap of which was particularly visible. Black leather, with a dull gray buckle.
"Good thing it's cold today," he said, trying not to seem like he was asking for Aaron's approval. He'd remembered the advice the other man had given him over dressing for the reservoir visit and thought about what he'd need for this, and spent quite a while in rummage bins or with a needle and thread.
Where: Dead District
What: What caused the explosions? They plan to try and see, using compatible stealth echoes.
When: Way back around November 21.
This was it, then. Julien carefully collected all of his hair under a hairnet and settled a knit cap over it, then wound a rayon scarf around his neck, careful of his left ear. Years back it had been pierced. The hole had closed. A couple of days ago, he'd taken a needle, a candleflame, and half of a potato and re-pierced it. Around a matte black stud his earlobe was a little red and swollen, which he knew was normal for the first few days. Better to focus on that irritation than how he hated knit caps and hairnets. They itched.
He hadn't been heading out to LSR for a year and a half without learning to wear clothes that looked cheaper than he usually favored. Still, for this he'd downgraded even more than the things he wore to the birdhouse. Everything was in shades of mostly pale gray or faded, grayish colors. His hooded zippered sweater was flecked with permanent white paint, underneath his v-necked outer shirt was a T-shirt with peeling black lettering. His jeans were slightly disintegrated and heavily patched with bits of other jeans, some clumsily; the hems had been stitched up tight, made artificially neat. He'd just tied worn black shoes so thoroughly that just kicking or toeing them off was essentially impossible, and now he shouldered a messenger bag which had had bright zipper pulls replaced with bits of string.
Any incongruity was in the scarf - gray, yes, but up close it was newer-looking, completely intact and utterly clean - and the harness that he'd strapped under the hoodie, only one strap of which was particularly visible. Black leather, with a dull gray buckle.
"Good thing it's cold today," he said, trying not to seem like he was asking for Aaron's approval. He'd remembered the advice the other man had given him over dressing for the reservoir visit and thought about what he'd need for this, and spent quite a while in rummage bins or with a needle and thread.
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There's concern in that look, too. Aaron knows Julien understands what they have to do and how important silence is right now. If Julien is breaking silence, something unexpected must have happened, something possibly compromising.
It wasn't too late to turn back, if a pulse had made Julien unfit to keep going.
Are you all right?