http://blitz-acing.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] blitz-acing.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] star_kingdom_logs2011-07-17 04:07 pm

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Characters: [livejournal.com profile] foofyorangehair, [livejournal.com profile] detectivelassie, [livejournal.com profile] blitz_acing
World | Location: Agrabah, Desert
Time | Content: Right now. Tidus and Lassie have been tracking down Crow separately with their own agendas, only to run into the thief in a FINAL CONFRONTATION BETWEEN THE POWERFUL WARRIORS--
Rating: PG-13 at highest


The Blitzball Ace wiped a little sweat from his brow, his jogging across the sand the only sound in the desert calm. This place reminded him too much of Bikanel Island. Sand, sand and more sand. It had him regretting Rikku wasn’t there. She would have been as unfamiliar as he was to the place, but she might have had some good advice for navigating in a desert since she lived in one.

His quest to find Cerberus in order to get the information he required had led him to this world. Absently, he wondered how one guy who looked like, well, Crow, had managed to get a giant three headed dog all the way here. Then he realized he didn’t really care. He should have been focusing on finding Cerberus before anyone else did.

Again he regretted having little magic. Otherwise he could have used a water spell.

[identity profile] detectivelassie.livejournal.com 2011-08-07 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
If it came between "not getting eaten" and "catching Crow", Lassiter would eagerly and emphatically choose "not getting eaten". He sped backwards, backpedaling wildly from the Haste before tumbling backwards, rolling over his head, and landing on his stomach. But hey, he got away from one of the heads, at least.

"How the hell am I supposed to get Crow when he's latched onto one of the things trying to EAT us?!"

And of course, there weren't any resources for him to use on account of being in a desert. Tidus, at least, seemed to be knowing what he was doing, so he decided to try and keep the attention of the heads on him. God help him.

"Hey! Over here, you mangy old mutt!" he taunted, waving his arms about and jumping up and down. He felt ridiculous.