The mako poisoning had been bad. That's what they'd called it, mako poisoning. He would recover. Laguna did recover, physically. When he opened his eyes and was explained where he was... He didn't take it well.
Raine was dead. His son and Ellone were gone. He needed to find them, he promised Raine to take care of Ellone and he needed to find them.. How was he supposed to find them here?
At least while recovering from the poisoning he was able to grieve. If he wasn't in that world any more, there would be no grave he could visit. And there would be no children to find. He'd lost both. No promises would be kept.
Oh how he had grieved.
Then he sucked it in, dug a hole in his heart and buried it down deep. Laguna was being shipped off to the festival along with some other 'streamers' as the natives called them. The ride was long and he was tired.
By the time he stepped foot off that transport, he was his normal self. Newly elected, successful Laguna Loire, now at the bottom of the barrel but ready to climb back up.
His intentions were to go to the job fair first. That was the responsible thing to do.
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The shooting game was his favorite. Sure, Laguna was generally a spray and pray type of person, but he knew how to use the basic rifle. No, not sniper level but he understood the concept.
Understandably, he lost terribly multiple times.
His focus was now on skeeball, a game he seemed a bit better at. It seemed to be win tickets, earn a prize. Easy enough. And he was a lot better at this. He'd tied his hair up in a floppy pony tail as he continues to laugh over scoring another good set of points, the tickets making that ratchet noise as they pumped out.
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The mako poisoning had been bad. That's what they'd called it, mako poisoning. He would recover. Laguna did recover, physically. When he opened his eyes and was explained where he was... He didn't take it well.
Raine was dead. His son and Ellone were gone. He needed to find them, he promised Raine to take care of Ellone and he needed to find them.. How was he supposed to find them here?
At least while recovering from the poisoning he was able to grieve. If he wasn't in that world any more, there would be no grave he could visit. And there would be no children to find. He'd lost both. No promises would be kept.
Oh how he had grieved.
Then he sucked it in, dug a hole in his heart and buried it down deep. Laguna was being shipped off to the festival along with some other 'streamers' as the natives called them. The ride was long and he was tired.
By the time he stepped foot off that transport, he was his normal self. Newly elected, successful Laguna Loire, now at the bottom of the barrel but ready to climb back up.
His intentions were to go to the job fair first. That was the responsible thing to do.
Carnival Games
The shooting game was his favorite. Sure, Laguna was generally a spray and pray type of person, but he knew how to use the basic rifle. No, not sniper level but he understood the concept.
Understandably, he lost terribly multiple times.
His focus was now on skeeball, a game he seemed a bit better at. It seemed to be win tickets, earn a prize. Easy enough. And he was a lot better at this. He'd tied his hair up in a floppy pony tail as he continues to laugh over scoring another good set of points, the tickets making that ratchet noise as they pumped out.
This was a fine distraction!