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Action;
[The day after the tornado clears and everything is relatively back to normal is the day Howard Stark arrives into the village. And he is not looking that great. He's wearing a dirtied suit and he looks weary and tired. And old. At least thirty years older.
He stumbles into the plaza area and immediately knows where he is. As if he never left. What in God's sake--]
Hey, someone feel like lending me a hand here?! --Shit, I can't believe I'm back here.
[He shouts to no one in particular, but with the hopes someone will answer his angered call.]
Voice;
[And, later on after gathering his bearings, he'll get on the journal and use it. He hasn't seen it in a long time. Damn it all.]
You know that feeling when you think you've made it out of the hole and think nothing wrong can go from there? Well, that feeling should be ignored and kicked in the ass for making you think the road is clear.
[A sigh and then a short pause, before he goes on.]
How long has it been. Doing the math off the top my head...thirty years or so? Damn. Can't believe I forgot this place. It doesn't look like it's changed a lot. And yes it is in fact me, Howard Stark. The year's 1974 now.
...Is the booze still free? I may need it.
Filtered to Haruhi Suzumiya;
I'm guessing not much time has passed from your peerspective since we last spoke, but I'm still a man of my word. I'll get you that submarine. Already got plans on getting materials. Just a heads up.
[ooc: Howard has been aged up about 30 years into the future. Important to note: his Malnosso effect has both aged him up and given him implanted memories to make him think he went back home, rather than being kidnapped. Also backdated to Friday.]
[The day after the tornado clears and everything is relatively back to normal is the day Howard Stark arrives into the village. And he is not looking that great. He's wearing a dirtied suit and he looks weary and tired. And old. At least thirty years older.
He stumbles into the plaza area and immediately knows where he is. As if he never left. What in God's sake--]
Hey, someone feel like lending me a hand here?! --Shit, I can't believe I'm back here.
[He shouts to no one in particular, but with the hopes someone will answer his angered call.]
Voice;
[And, later on after gathering his bearings, he'll get on the journal and use it. He hasn't seen it in a long time. Damn it all.]
You know that feeling when you think you've made it out of the hole and think nothing wrong can go from there? Well, that feeling should be ignored and kicked in the ass for making you think the road is clear.
[A sigh and then a short pause, before he goes on.]
How long has it been. Doing the math off the top my head...thirty years or so? Damn. Can't believe I forgot this place. It doesn't look like it's changed a lot. And yes it is in fact me, Howard Stark. The year's 1974 now.
...Is the booze still free? I may need it.
Filtered to Haruhi Suzumiya;
I'm guessing not much time has passed from your peerspective since we last spoke, but I'm still a man of my word. I'll get you that submarine. Already got plans on getting materials. Just a heads up.
[ooc: Howard has been aged up about 30 years into the future. Important to note: his Malnosso effect has both aged him up and given him implanted memories to make him think he went back home, rather than being kidnapped. Also backdated to Friday.]
