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paixaorpg2006-05-14 03:45 pm
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Sky of blue and sea of green. [COMPLETED(?)]
Character(s): Riku, and I think Percival and Lirin are gonna join in. :D Come join the THREESOME FROM HELL, let's see if we can assemble weirdest Paixao group EVAR.
Content: Riku waits 85784758 years in line, gives the gate guy some attitude, then finally gets his butt through the gate.
Setting: Just inside the Niflheim gate.
Time: Around noon on Sunday.
Warnings: A pissy Riku? :[ I don't think I'll ever be able to post with this boy without there being atleast ONE curse word.
That line was fucking long. After a stretch of stunned silence on his part, Riku had finally moved to the back of the line. Part of him wanted to turn and walk away, not wanting to restrict himself to the domes in case there was no way back out, but at the same time, he wondered what this was all about. Perhaps he could find answers on the inside.
After an hour, he was beginning to regret this decision.
By the time he finally made it to the gates (which he discovered weren't made out of ice after all, only fashioned to look like it), it was nearly noon and his temper was not at its best. His mouth was set in a firm scowl as he briskly stepped up to what was apparently a registration table, a hand resting at one of his hips while he glowered down at the poor little man sitting in the chair. Unphazed, he asked Riku the same question he had to all those before him: his name.
"Like that's any of your business."
..Cue fifteen minute long argument, with Riku refusing to give his name and instead demanding to know things like what he was doing here, what the purpose of the domes were, if this was all real, and so on. Much to his annoyance, he was only met by phrases such as, 'I'm afraid I can't say' and more inquiries over his name.
Finally, the teen caved. "Fine!" he snapped out, hand at his side balling into a tight fist. He shot the cheerful man a poisonous glare-- one that lost much of its effect due to the blindfold, though it was clear by his body language that he was not pleased at all. He angrily gave the first name that popped into his head, one that was not his own. It was both a precaution and a test. Mostly a precaution though, with a bit of vengeance mixed in. Like hell he was going to give a bunch of uncooperative strangers his real name!
As soon as the false handle was scribbled down, he was ushered towards the entrance by the penman's helpers (and even a few in line behind him.. impatient morons!), brows furrowing as he attempted to smack the many pale hands pushing him forward away. Huffing, Riku snatched some glinting metal contraption that was being offered as he passed through the entry, hurriedly stalking away from all the commotion until he was a good few yards away from the gate altogether.
Then, he decided to finally take a look around. What he saw gave him a jolt of surprise.
Oh, god. Blonde hair as far as the eye could see.
It was a city full of Tiduses.
Content: Riku waits 85784758 years in line, gives the gate guy some attitude, then finally gets his butt through the gate.
Setting: Just inside the Niflheim gate.
Time: Around noon on Sunday.
Warnings: A pissy Riku? :[ I don't think I'll ever be able to post with this boy without there being atleast ONE curse word.
That line was fucking long. After a stretch of stunned silence on his part, Riku had finally moved to the back of the line. Part of him wanted to turn and walk away, not wanting to restrict himself to the domes in case there was no way back out, but at the same time, he wondered what this was all about. Perhaps he could find answers on the inside.
After an hour, he was beginning to regret this decision.
By the time he finally made it to the gates (which he discovered weren't made out of ice after all, only fashioned to look like it), it was nearly noon and his temper was not at its best. His mouth was set in a firm scowl as he briskly stepped up to what was apparently a registration table, a hand resting at one of his hips while he glowered down at the poor little man sitting in the chair. Unphazed, he asked Riku the same question he had to all those before him: his name.
"Like that's any of your business."
..Cue fifteen minute long argument, with Riku refusing to give his name and instead demanding to know things like what he was doing here, what the purpose of the domes were, if this was all real, and so on. Much to his annoyance, he was only met by phrases such as, 'I'm afraid I can't say' and more inquiries over his name.
Finally, the teen caved. "Fine!" he snapped out, hand at his side balling into a tight fist. He shot the cheerful man a poisonous glare-- one that lost much of its effect due to the blindfold, though it was clear by his body language that he was not pleased at all. He angrily gave the first name that popped into his head, one that was not his own. It was both a precaution and a test. Mostly a precaution though, with a bit of vengeance mixed in. Like hell he was going to give a bunch of uncooperative strangers his real name!
As soon as the false handle was scribbled down, he was ushered towards the entrance by the penman's helpers (and even a few in line behind him.. impatient morons!), brows furrowing as he attempted to smack the many pale hands pushing him forward away. Huffing, Riku snatched some glinting metal contraption that was being offered as he passed through the entry, hurriedly stalking away from all the commotion until he was a good few yards away from the gate altogether.
Then, he decided to finally take a look around. What he saw gave him a jolt of surprise.
Oh, god. Blonde hair as far as the eye could see.
It was a city full of Tiduses.