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paixaorpg2006-06-22 12:35 pm
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OM NOM NOM NOM POPE!BALLS [complete]
Character(s): Sima Yi and Corinthian.
Content: In which Sima Yi wants a job. In which the Corinthian wants to eat Sima Yi's eyes. In which someone does not get what they way DDD:.
Setting: Morem o Lisboa
Time: Wednesday Night
Warnings: ... none... yet, but if you look at the subject line, we may have to add some later DDDDD:
The most disconcerting thing about this Paixao was slow transporation. The Corinthian found himself walking for quite a long time in the Waking world. He had originally meant to simply walk into the Dreaming and back out at the appropriate place. However, that had not worked, so he had walked. Which wasn't to say it was a bad thing, the Corinthian did enjoy the Waking world far more than the Dreaming. Everything was more.
What is it that he had overheard at the Wake? That talking to Dreamers was like talking to zombies. Something like that. The Dreaming was always muted, and as monochromatic as this Paixao was, it at least - was awake.
Everyone looked the same, and he felt his interest in blue eyes and blonde hair waver. It was as if they were all the same flavor of gumball, very unappealing. He didn't hunger like mortal men, which was lucky, or he would be starving by now. Instead it was just a brief gnawing of hunger on the inside of his skull, a want more than a need.
Morem o Lisboa, room 211, the 'Sima Yi' had said. He'd come to his destination, then, as the sign read 'Morem o Lisboa' a hotel of sorts. Interesting indeed.
Ignoring the other patrons and the staff he simply walked in and found the stairs. Two would probably be on the second floor, if this was anything like the hotels he had visited. Or the hotel he had rented out, that one time... well, he hadn't. These memories were quite confusing when they were and weren't his.
211.
"...Is anyone about?" He called out, rapping on the wood with his knuckles.
Content: In which Sima Yi wants a job. In which the Corinthian wants to eat Sima Yi's eyes. In which someone does not get what they way DDD:.
Setting: Morem o Lisboa
Time: Wednesday Night
Warnings: ... none... yet, but if you look at the subject line, we may have to add some later DDDDD:
The most disconcerting thing about this Paixao was slow transporation. The Corinthian found himself walking for quite a long time in the Waking world. He had originally meant to simply walk into the Dreaming and back out at the appropriate place. However, that had not worked, so he had walked. Which wasn't to say it was a bad thing, the Corinthian did enjoy the Waking world far more than the Dreaming. Everything was more.
What is it that he had overheard at the Wake? That talking to Dreamers was like talking to zombies. Something like that. The Dreaming was always muted, and as monochromatic as this Paixao was, it at least - was awake.
Everyone looked the same, and he felt his interest in blue eyes and blonde hair waver. It was as if they were all the same flavor of gumball, very unappealing. He didn't hunger like mortal men, which was lucky, or he would be starving by now. Instead it was just a brief gnawing of hunger on the inside of his skull, a want more than a need.
Morem o Lisboa, room 211, the 'Sima Yi' had said. He'd come to his destination, then, as the sign read 'Morem o Lisboa' a hotel of sorts. Interesting indeed.
Ignoring the other patrons and the staff he simply walked in and found the stairs. Two would probably be on the second floor, if this was anything like the hotels he had visited. Or the hotel he had rented out, that one time... well, he hadn't. These memories were quite confusing when they were and weren't his.
211.
"...Is anyone about?" He called out, rapping on the wood with his knuckles.