No Chance to Take It Back

[lucidmutant.livejournal.com]

Characters: Fawkes and anyone else
Setting: Dorms or Hallways
Format: Starting prose will match if action is preferred.
Summary: Fawkes wakes up, Fawkes wanders the hall and hits his head on things.
Warnings: Mild swearing, senseless-yet-accidental bed frame destruction.

Dorms:

During that brief period of sleep paralysis - which Fawkes had no idea what it was - there was a creaking, groaning sound that eventually gave way into a crash as the frame of Fawkes' bed broke.

Not that he could completely fit on the thing anyway, given his size.

--

Hallways:

Fawkes was out and about, to a degree - he'd managed to read the letter, and promptly disregarded it. He knew the world had been blown to a wasteland already. Someone saw fit to 'rescue' him from it, though this left him rather annoyed. He was in the middle of helping out his friend recover something important to them! He had no time for this place. Besides, it was dark here, and he'd hit his head on the wall above the doorway.

On the plus side, it was nice to have clothes that fit, even if it was a weird suit.

Comments

[lilpuzzleteer.livejournal.com]

"Great War? I haven't heard a thing about any war..."

This is all quite troubling.

"I was about to move, I imagine we would not have if there was a war going on."

[lucidmutant.livejournal.com]

"No, no, the Great War was around 200 years ago, at least if my friend's computer was correct... A nuclear war that devastated the planet. I would think that if any one country made it out without too much damage, then the Capital would've been in much better condition..."

A pause.

"Though I suppose that depends on who launched the nukes in the first place."

[lilpuzzleteer.livejournal.com]

"But...I think the Great World War wasn't that long ago...?"

This is very eerie, and not exactly Luke's expertise.

"What's a nuke?"

[lucidmutant.livejournal.com]

"It was in 2077, from what I can recall..." Fawkes rubs his head, grunting. Thinking back that far is rough.

"A nuclear warhead - a very destructive projectile."

[lilpuzzleteer.livejournal.com]

"In 2077?! But, it's not even-" He cut himself off mostly because who the fuck knows when Laytonverse takes place in, and takes a deep breath. Must be calm. Must be a gentleman.

"...so, you come from the future?" This is amazingly uncomfortable. Forever.

[lucidmutant.livejournal.com]

"I come from 2277, assuming the calendar I referenced was correct - given your reaction, then yes, it must be the future compared to what you know..."

[lilpuzzleteer.livejournal.com]

...Luke seemed quite unable to grasp such a faraway time, if his face was any indication.

[lucidmutant.livejournal.com]

"..." Fawkes leaned over a bit. "Are you okay, little human?"

[lilpuzzleteer.livejournal.com]

"O-oh! Yes, I'm...quite fine, thank you."

Luke gave his eyes a weary rub, but that was all otherwise.

[lucidmutant.livejournal.com]

He nods. "That is good!"

"...I realize, I do not know your name, little human! Who are you?"

[lilpuzzleteer.livejournal.com]

"I'm Luke! You said you were...Fawkes, correct?"

Luke ruffled his hat, looking a bit awkward. "I'm sorry I reacted so extremely earlier, sir."

[lucidmutant.livejournal.com]

"I am! It is... nice to meet you, Luke." Fawkes raises a hand, dismissing the apology. "Do not worry - your reaction was... Well-founded. It was a nicer reaction than I am generally used to."