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[Action] (Early Afternoon of the 24th)
Apr. 25th, 2010 01:35 am[Afternoon finds Arumat on his way to the store to pick up a few necessary ingredients for dinner. Little does he know, however, that he is currently broadcasting his thoughts for the world to see via a thought bubble hovering over his head as he walks through town. Every so often the words will change to an image: often Crowe or Myuria or Edge, sometimes Faize or Lymle. Sometimes they take a darker turn, showing a strange spacecraft that appears to consist of a strange, pulsing red-black mass, or a battalion of soldiers made up of the same material. But more frequently, his thoughts are quite simple:]
(Never thought I'd be spending my birthday here. At least it's better than spending it with the lad aboard the Calnus-- that fool would never let me hear the end of it.)
[Of course, the irony here is that the fact that it's his birthday is the very LAST thing he wants anyone to know. Pointing it out will likely result in some interesting responses.]
(Never thought I'd be spending my birthday here. At least it's better than spending it with the lad aboard the Calnus-- that fool would never let me hear the end of it.)
[Of course, the irony here is that the fact that it's his birthday is the very LAST thing he wants anyone to know. Pointing it out will likely result in some interesting responses.]
