Aaron Keener (roguevanguard) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2019-02-09 21:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, aaron keener, fracxis |
Who: Aaron Keener and Open.
What: Aaron has just awoken in a new place.
When: Friday Afternoon.
Where: Ravenmoore, PTA Lightrail Station.
Warnings: Solid no. Just some language.
Status: Completed.
What the hell was he going to do now? Was all Aaron could think of. He had this weapon of mass destruction, and now it was gone. It was no where to be seen, or found. To say that Aaron was slightly panicked about it. His rifle wrapped in his coat, face covered, he just pushed through and past people.
No knowing laws, or customs of this place made him equally as nervous. Was he still wanted here? Was he not even known? The place was thriving after the Dollar Flu like nothing happened. That was the worst part? How did they avoid such an impact? Rushing around the lightrail station, Aaron took little care to avoid people. If someone was in his way, he just shoved past them and continued. Then his eyes laid on law enforcement. Nope. He turned and went the other direction immediately. Vanguard didn't wan't to cross that bridge.
Coolly Aaron spoke out. "ISAC, bring up a map." and all he was returned with was words across his HUD. 'Can not access geographic location' "Where the hell am I?" All he had gathered at this point, was a place called Ravenmoore, and that wasn't enough for him at this moment. Aaron kept moving, and found the exit out into the environment. A thriving looking city. A city he might even compare to New York City. Instinctively, his hand rested on the grip of his pistol on his leg. This was a bad idea. A very bad idea. Why would he make such a poor calculated risk, and decision.
Enough mentally kicking himself. He had to find a place to stay, and he hoped they took American cash.