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Snake ([personal profile] blind_badass) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2015-07-20 09:44 pm

[Open] Unary Game

(This is a July catchall kind of post for Light/Snake so tag where you'd like or let me know if you want to work out something via plurk! You can also call him either name as both pretty much apply.)

A.

Nothing like moving across the ocean and having to figure out where to go in a new town. Especially in a place like London. Light "Snake" Averly, armed with a braille map, takes the time to explore London when he's not teaching at university. Each street and bus route he can travel safely is another piece of London memorized. Perhaps he might also meet friendly (and not-so-friendly) faces as he travels...

B.

He's heard about Redbright, now that he's been in London for a little bit. He'd heard rumors about the school having something to do with the supernatural, but nothing concrete. Snake would love to do nothing more than excise his powers from his brain, but the science hadn't gotten around to that. Yet. He didn't really feel any kinship to other supernatural, having stayed far the hell away from anything back home in Washington State. Still, he can't help but have some curiosity for the Institute.

C. Choose your own adventure.
detectiveofthewest: (Heiji: whatcha say?)

A, mid-July

[personal profile] detectiveofthewest 2015-07-21 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Light?" It was getting a bit late, edging into evening, and the one person Heiji wasn't really expecting to see was precisely who he ran into with a Braille map in hand. He pulled up to the curb; his motorcycle idled as he took off his helmet.

"What're you doin' out this late?"
warmheartedly: (a promise;)

[ B ]

[personal profile] warmheartedly 2015-07-21 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
Some students were idling about the main entrance when one of them spots him, the conversation he's holding with Clara being put on hold upon noticing the stranger.

"Hello?" His voice squeaks, sounding both nervous and young. He can't help but hide behind Clara despite her not... being the best shield in the world. The sneakers on the floor squeak, emulating his nerves and his shyness.

Poor dear, Clara thinks as she opts to take over. If she can take over at all.

"Hello? Is there something we can do to help you, sir? I'm Clara."
iceolationqueen: (here we go)

B

[personal profile] iceolationqueen 2015-07-23 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
The thing about being a teacher assistant, especially during the summer, is that they kind of use you in any spot necessary. Today, since Elsa isn't teaching and doesn't have any of her own classes to do, she's been made de-facto receptionist. The poor old lady who normally sits at the desk is sick, so Elsa is filling in for her. They need to have someone at the door so just anyone doesn't wander in and see magic being performed in all its glory.

She's paging through her anatomy textbook when a man walks in. Elsa looks up.

"Hello. Can I help you?"
acrookedchild: (I see a dear baby)

A

[personal profile] acrookedchild 2015-07-26 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah! Hold that taxi! Taxi!"

But the cabbie, apparently, didn't see her. Because a business man in a nice suit climbed in, and the car drove off. After the car drove off, Abby shouted at the car.

"Oh, come on! Go to Hell!"

It's frustrating. She hadn't wanted to take the bus and subway today. She'd been planning on doing actual shopping, which she'd done, and bags aren't exactly the lightest. They're not that heavy, but it's still infuriating.

She turns away from the street and-- makes contact with someone thanks to a swinging back. Thankfully, that bag just has some herbs. Nothing heavy.

"Shit--! Shit, I'm sorry. Are you okay?"
chronobreak: (Cocky)

B

[personal profile] chronobreak 2015-07-29 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Ekko's been herding around the underclassmen who've stayed or are taking extra summer classes. It's exhausting, but it's fulfilling, knowing they're all like him in some way or other. There's something nice about belonging, even if their skillsets don't exactly match up to his own. They're all on the hush and hush about what they really are outside the school walls.

And he'd like to think he knows most of the faces around here. Two years or so at the school means he's got passing familiarity with all the professors. Light's a face he hasn't seen. "Haven't seen you around here," he's confident and curious at the same time.