Let me go and I will run, I will not be silent
Characters; Raiden 
fulminerain & Raikov skazka_get
Setting/Location;Somewhere. |: Outside near the cabins, Valora.
Date & Time; Day 1, night.
Warnings;Raikov. Language for now.
Briefing; On route to the Cabins, Raiden sees...himself? Wait what?
The day so far had been interesting, if not a little weird.
Of course it had been weird. Raiden had come to learn that not only was the base filled with other recruits from different worlds and dimensions, but some of the people here had to simply be plain crazy. Good thing that was something he'd grown used to over the years. As if taking on Dead Cell back in the day hadn't been an odd --and stressing, and awful and horrible-- task in itself, this was something else entirely. And he wasn't sure when he'd be able to return back. Back to another battlefield, that is.
So no, right now, he couldn't think about that. He had this to deal with and if he let his thoughts wander, Raiden knew that it could easily cost him his life. After all, there was no one he could trust at the moment. The conversation that he'd had with Snake had been odd to the point that Raiden had doubted the usually familiar voice. Especially after having spoken to him twice now and...seeing as both times there had been something off about the other.
...It was good to keep his mind with him but this was turning into quite a mess in Raiden's opinion.
Standing just outside his cabin door, Raiden didn't want to go inside. Not yet. A breeze ruffled the hair that peeked from underneath his helmet, the cool touch of air otherwise rather lost on his cyborg body. At least....at least he could fight. He could defend himself and if the situation turned into a certain direction, hell, he could even lend a hand.
But he had made no promises, not to his brigade or army in general in any way. And he wouldn't. Tying his word to a force of any kind was like giving them a leash that was tied around his neck. Never again was he going to be used.
fulminerain & Raikov skazka_get Setting/Location;
Date & Time; Day 1, night.
Warnings;
Briefing; On route to the Cabins, Raiden sees...himself? Wait what?
The day so far had been interesting, if not a little weird.
Of course it had been weird. Raiden had come to learn that not only was the base filled with other recruits from different worlds and dimensions, but some of the people here had to simply be plain crazy. Good thing that was something he'd grown used to over the years. As if taking on Dead Cell back in the day hadn't been an odd --and stressing, and awful and horrible-- task in itself, this was something else entirely. And he wasn't sure when he'd be able to return back. Back to another battlefield, that is.
So no, right now, he couldn't think about that. He had this to deal with and if he let his thoughts wander, Raiden knew that it could easily cost him his life. After all, there was no one he could trust at the moment. The conversation that he'd had with Snake had been odd to the point that Raiden had doubted the usually familiar voice. Especially after having spoken to him twice now and...seeing as both times there had been something off about the other.
...It was good to keep his mind with him but this was turning into quite a mess in Raiden's opinion.
Standing just outside his cabin door, Raiden didn't want to go inside. Not yet. A breeze ruffled the hair that peeked from underneath his helmet, the cool touch of air otherwise rather lost on his cyborg body. At least....at least he could fight. He could defend himself and if the situation turned into a certain direction, hell, he could even lend a hand.
But he had made no promises, not to his brigade or army in general in any way. And he wouldn't. Tying his word to a force of any kind was like giving them a leash that was tied around his neck. Never again was he going to be used.