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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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.
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[identity profile] detectivelassie.livejournal.com 2011-07-17 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
This place was horrible and definitely not well-suited to dress shoes and a suit. He'd had to pause three times already to dump the sand out of the damned shoes. He just hoped to whatever deity ruled this place that he didn't run into any trouble. All he had on him were his handcuffs and his car keys, and he seriously doubted stabbing a Heartless in the eye with a key and trying to 'cuff them would really be in his favor.

It was in the midst of his inward complaining that he spotted a kid jogging across the desert. Damn kids and their energy. He sucked in a deep breath and went after him. "Hey! You! Police business!" he called out, pulling out his IDPD badge (and really, he was just excited to have some police weight back) to show him.

The sooner he found that orange-haired little hoodlum, the sooner he could have his gun back and throw that punk in jail.
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