discretion: (50 million spacebucks?!)
Franz d'Epinay ([personal profile] discretion) wrote in [community profile] sirenspull_logs 2013-01-02 06:48 am (UTC)

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[Worst. Anniversary. Ever.

Franz is already keeping a mental list of his list of grievances about this particular holiday season, but he had, at least, been enjoying a quiet moment with his lover away from the party hustle and bustle for their tradition of a New Years' countdown. That moment of beauty and intimacy fades like darkness in the light of early autumn dawn. He concerns himself instead with wiping the mud off his knees and trying to understand what exactly has happened.

Changes aren't so uncommon in Siren's Port, but an entire location change? Complete with that ever-present Pull sickness just for kicks.

But it's beautiful here, almost painful to Franz as he has a look around, actually ignoring the mess his fine suit is getting into as he does. He can smell the sea. Memories tug at him, in his heart and head, and he swallows hard. All around him people are panicking, searching out loved ones.

And indeed, Daedalus is the first thing on his mind, before it goes into business-mode.

Shouting won't help. He starts doing a loop around the large group that have landed here, searching for anyone he recognizes or anyone who's hurt or in need of assistance.]

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