OOC: Yeah, still here. It's just ... hmmm. Time to bend the laws of time.
Dave's ride pulled up in Los Santos. He hadn't been able to read the story for some time, and had no idea as to what had happened. He had to assume that, since this world seemed as real as his own, they were probably either A: out partying, or B: at the train station.
Dave sighed. He knew that if everyone was partying, it would be a dull story...
The driver let him out. "Can you find your way from here?"
Dave supposed he could. After all, the city was partially his idea, right?
(OOC: Dave will catch up with them soon. Probably by my next post.)
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Fisher had lost interest in trying to fool around with these people. He knew as well as anyone - better, in fact, but nonetheless - that these people were as imaginary as he himself might be ... and he still couldn't control everything. Not the way he had been trying to, at any rate.
He was finding he had an increasing interest in "Daniel." He could prove to be a powerful ally. And what about that Eagle, "Pseok" ... his past seems cloudy ... and through intercepting several private messages sent to Dave, he knew a little more than he suspected the authors did... perhaps, if he could find the right people ...
"Yes," he said matter of factly, and turned around,
shifting
to
meet
the
others.
Art was the first to notice him. "Hey. Who's the guy?"
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