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castoreduxWho: Shinjiro Aragaki
Broadcast: Yeah. All of it.
Action: Marsiva | SS Wonderduck
When: June 27th-30th
Initial Broadcast | Action Aboard the Marsiva | June 27-29
[It actually wouldn't be so bad if his last memory hadn't been faceplanting after standing up against Takaya in defense of Ken. That should have been the end of it. That was how it should have ended.
But Shinji had learned a while ago, things rarely went the way he thought they should. Instinct brought his hand to his chest as he sat up on the cot. No blood, no torn fabric, no...gaping bullet hole where his lungs should be. Before he even sets about taking stock of where he is, he pulls off that coat, pulls up the black turtleneck beneathe. His left breast is clear, save for a nasty, though healed, bullet scar. It's clear from the puckering of the skin it was deep, if not a piercing wound.
He grimaces and takes a shuttering breath, shivering as he pulls the shirt back down and shrugs back into his coat. It was then that the displays around him started to catch his attention, and his confusion only deepens. He wanders a little aimlessly until the great expanse of space is sprawled out before him through the viewing windowed.
He releases a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.]
...what the Hell...?
SS Wonderduck | Action | Everybody, meet your new cook
[Okay, so. He'd been kidnapped. Cool. No, not really. He'd been graverobbed, resurrected, and stuck on a space ship. Okay. Sure. Whatever. That's cool. He'd been almost happy to note his Evoker was still in his pocket. Awesome.
Even though someone had warned him about this part, though, he still wasn't prepared for it.
There's a tall, lithe, beanie-wearing, maroon peacoat-sporting sourpuss covered in confetti on the bridge of the SS Wonderduck, though. He looks down at the colorful paper dusting the breast of his coat, shoves his hands in his pocket and scoffs.]
Cute.
Broadcast: Yeah. All of it.
Action: Marsiva | SS Wonderduck
When: June 27th-30th
Initial Broadcast | Action Aboard the Marsiva | June 27-29
[It actually wouldn't be so bad if his last memory hadn't been faceplanting after standing up against Takaya in defense of Ken. That should have been the end of it. That was how it should have ended.
But Shinji had learned a while ago, things rarely went the way he thought they should. Instinct brought his hand to his chest as he sat up on the cot. No blood, no torn fabric, no...gaping bullet hole where his lungs should be. Before he even sets about taking stock of where he is, he pulls off that coat, pulls up the black turtleneck beneathe. His left breast is clear, save for a nasty, though healed, bullet scar. It's clear from the puckering of the skin it was deep, if not a piercing wound.
He grimaces and takes a shuttering breath, shivering as he pulls the shirt back down and shrugs back into his coat. It was then that the displays around him started to catch his attention, and his confusion only deepens. He wanders a little aimlessly until the great expanse of space is sprawled out before him through the viewing windowed.
He releases a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.]
...what the Hell...?
SS Wonderduck | Action | Everybody, meet your new cook
[Okay, so. He'd been kidnapped. Cool. No, not really. He'd been graverobbed, resurrected, and stuck on a space ship. Okay. Sure. Whatever. That's cool. He'd been almost happy to note his Evoker was still in his pocket. Awesome.
Even though someone had warned him about this part, though, he still wasn't prepared for it.
There's a tall, lithe, beanie-wearing, maroon peacoat-sporting sourpuss covered in confetti on the bridge of the SS Wonderduck, though. He looks down at the colorful paper dusting the breast of his coat, shoves his hands in his pocket and scoffs.]
Cute.
