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[breakhisknees.livejournal.com]

[Welcome to London, circa 1851. This man's dreams are one of drunken debauchery, circuses, burlesque houses - and who knows? But, there is a darker element on these streets. But, they shift to something darker; in his dreams he can walk a street without anyone looking at that holy symbol on his arm or on his shoulder. There aren't any Akuma to stop him or for him to hunt down and bring salvation to. However, he is chasing ... someone. A shadowy figure.

Keep in mind that if you do happen to try and get his attention, he might just turn around and shoot.]

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[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[She is not the shadowy figure. In fact, the blue-haired girl with her short-skirted uniform is clearly visible against what little light there is in the streets.

Such a waste, the energy of panic. She folds her arms and watches it from a nearby rooftop before making her presence known.]

You won't catch up at that speed!

[The light, feminine voice is probably easy to tell it doesn't belong to Cross' prey.]

(ooc: and notifs are still messy, so apologies in advance for any slowness/lateness as a result)

[messiahed]

[Well, this is interesting. She's never seen anything quite like it before. Then again she's pretty used to unusual architecture from the different time jumps. Still, she walks slowly through the streets, taking in the scenery as she goes.

And then someone shoves past her, pushing her slightly as he goes. A better person might have just mumbled and let it go, but Hope was a bit more rough around the edges.]

Hey! You could say sorry.

[digitalariel.livejournal.com]

[Quorra appreciates the dark. She's very used to it. It's so familiar from the Grid. Home. She spins around in a slow circle, admiring her surroundings. But then the running man catches her attention.]

Is something wrong? [She's used to running away from something, not towards it, so automatically she assumes there's something after him.]