tampered | Log; Complete

When; August 9th. Afternoon.
Rating; PG-13. [Language]
Characters; Rubedo [

ofrevolutions].
Summary; Rubedo wakes up in the laboratory and dashes to an elevator to escape. He realizes he's not in ~~Kansas~~ space anymore.
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Rubedo had just prepared himself for an early demise along with the rest of the crew outside the Ormus Stronghold when a bright light blinded him. Had that been the explosion? Was he dead? He had hoped to at least protect MOMO... He had promised, after all.

"Damnit!"

Wait, what? He could speak? He could swear! Definitely not Heaven.

With a flinch, Rubedo opened his startled blue eyes to see...something very sharp coming down at him. With a strangled yell of panic, he rolled to get away, only to fall right off the hospital bed and onto the floor with a thump. He was quickly on his feet and running out of the room, though, the crazy masked guy with the scalpel yelling after him. Rubedo couldn't understand him, though, and didn't want to.

"What's going on? MOMO! Shion? Gaignun!" He skidded to a stop at an elevator, pressing the down button. Where was he?! Had they been saved? That was NOT the Elsa's infirmary, and definitely not the Durandal's.

When the elevator door opened, he shot in and slammed his palm against the close doors button, turning to see the crazed doctor walking quickly towards him, yelling something about a special experiment. Rubedo found himself holding his breath as the doors closed, and he felt safe again.

...For the moment.

"Damnit, I'm not in Heaven... I'm in Hell!"

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Gaignun raised an eyebrow at his brother and smirked. Ever the smart mouth, wasn't he?

It's possible. Gaignun peered inside, completely ignoring Jr.'s question and determined to stand by the fact that now simply wasn't the time. He would be running in completely unarmed, which was likely to be a problem. More important, however, was the safety of their companions. Alright. Be careful, and don't do anything reckless. He stepped inside and was relieved to find nothing too out of the ordinary. On the other hand, it could mean the ugly stuff was inside waiting.

Gaignun frowned. There was that headache again.

Rubedo rolled his eyes and walked in after his brother. Me? Reckless? Who do you think you're talking to? Have some respect, man.

He pulled out both pistols this time, glancing nervously around before pointing down the hall with one of them. You go that way. Check the odd floors, and I'll check the even floors. With that decided, Rubedo gave a little salute with his gun before he ran off to the elevator.

After searching the floors he was assigned to, Gaignun was deeply sorry for what he found (or rather, didn't). He waited in front of the entrance to the lab, wondering if it was possible that he should have looked harder. Still, he reminded himself, they weren't helpless. They could handle themselves until they reunited.

Jr., there was nothing there. I'm back by the entrance. What's your situation?

Rubedo was fairly pissed off after searching all the floors, and he was in the elevator about to contact Gaignun when he felt his younger brother communicate first. With a sigh, he rubbed at the back of his head with his gun before he holstered them both. Nothing. They aren't here... I'm sure KOS-MOS would have at least totaled a floor by now to rescue Shion or something.

Stepping off the elevator, he darted off down the hall to hurry to the exit, then stepped out and glanced up to Gaignun, speaking out loud not. Sometimes it was unnerving to have a voice in your head.

"Okay, so if they're not here... Then I guess we should go looking for them. How long have you been here?"

"Agreed." He mentally laid out all the locations he had gotten to know in his time in the city. Logic didn't seem to apply much in this city, but it was all he had to work with. "We should probably head up to the city square. It's quite populated, so the others might have ended up there in search of help. Conversely, you must be tired. Do you need to rest?"

"This would be the 6th day now." That was... an awfully long time. He was a little curious to know what had been going on back home in his absense. It was the worst possible time to randomly disappear.

"What?! You've been here for six days?! Are you mental?! I just saw you the other day! Remember? Damn, you must have hit your head when you landed...here. Wherever 'here' is. This must be some weird alien planet." Shaking his head, Rubedo stalked off.

He had no damned idea where he was going, but he wanted to get away from that crazy lab. Of course... The further he went into the city, the more he became distraught. Everybody looked so different. And the city was so...what was the word...ancient? Hell, he saw somebody reading a BOOK!

At that, Rubedo just stood there gawking. "What is this... This is like the 20th century. Did we somehow get caught up in that space time anomoly? Or... Shit... Maybe this is just a primitive planet..."

"It's possible," he stated, all the while ignoring the small quips thrown his way, "But I haven't been able to connect to the UMN at all." Gaignun wasn't sure what to make of that--or anything thus far for that matter. It bode negatively no matter which way he looked at it.

In the distance, he could faintly hear something loosely resembling music--the circus? But it came from multiple directions, from what he could tell, so there were probably a lot of high voltage places to distract Jr. from all his fretting for a bit. Humoring that thought, Gaignun spoke up, "Primitive isn't the word for it." They were bound to run across one of the sources of all the noise.

Rubedo was floored as he watched somebody walk by carrying a...what was that? He was positive that was a CD-player! He had read about those in books, and seen pictures! Wow, they were big and clunky.

He was having a hard time standing still. He just kept darting from one area to another, glancing people over. Their clothing was so bizarre. Some of theirs was, anyway. Some was...especially primitive... Like Jin's clothing.

The young man couldn't even see Gaignun anymore, he was so busy checking out what appeared to be an oldschool flat-screen television in a shop window. Whoa, Gaignun... This IS the 20th century. Or the 21st. Either I'm dreaming, and this is wicked cool, or...we're trapped in someone's subconscious again. I don't know how that could have happened, since none of us were hooked up, but I can't think of any other reason...

Gaignun chuckled quietly to himself. Jr. certainly knew how to lighten a mood, even if he wasn't aware he was doing it. And he couldn't be aware he was doing it, if the almost palpable fascination was anything to go by. Still, he kept some distance so as not to impede on his brother's excitement--Jr. had far too much energy for his age.

I doubt it. In any case, I take it you feel like exploring? I have a feeling we'll be here for a while yet. Might as well make the best of it.

Rubedo definitely felt like exploring. If nothing else, he wanted to keep an eye out for anybody else he recognized. If Gaignun was here, somebody else had to be here.

While he walked around, gaze constantly wandering and getting him distracted, he kept their mind-link up. It was handy, sometimes, to have one of those... He could ask whatever he wanted without having people eavesdrop.

So if you've been here for nearly a week like you say, then wherever we are seemed to warp time and space. That would also explain why we can't connect to the UMN or make contact with the others. Can you tellme what you've learned about this place? Are there any hostiles? I mean, what if--Whoa.

Of course, it wasn't fun to know that Gaignun probably knew what he was thinking when he checked out a passing girl. Those clothes were tight. Whoa, indeed.

Whoa? Typical. Gaignun walked on, most likely away from his brother but by now, he couldn't see him anyways--the crowd had drowned him out. It was good to hear him still sort of on track nonetheless. In spite of that, he was perfectly aware of how that focus wasn't going to last long. It was with that thought that he decided to drop a warning:

Hostiles? Not necessarily, but there are some shady characters to watch out for. However, strange things seem to be quite everyday here, so do me a favour and stay on your toes?

There are other things, but, ah, I should let you explore. They aren't too terribly pressing right now and you don't seem to be too focused, he teased before closing the link to let his brother run amuck.

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