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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.
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The voice was almost vibrant to his ears, eyes snapping away from the journal he had been studying for quite some time now. His knowledge of such doubled ever since he last used it, maybe even tripled. Why, his ability to learn things vastly than a regular human being is also useful when one was dragged into a completely different dimension. The former strategist was extremely lucky that God had given him such wisdom.
Sima Yi pushed himself from the soft cushions of the bed, grabbing his feathered fan on the night stand on the right of the bed out of habit. It was the same back in China... except, the fan would be found on top of him in the morning. He would work so hard that when he came back to his quarters, he'd go straight to sleep. The only thing he'd remember was to take off his metal helmet (which he doesn't have anymore, by the way.)
Straightening his purple robes, he stepped towards the door, where a visitor seem to be standing outside. Yi placed his free hand on the knob and twisted it (which he learned from earlier. They didn't have door knobs back in the day) and pulled it towards him. The door opened and he came face to face with Corinthian. With slight confusion, he positioned his fan so that it was covering an amused smirk upon his lips; his eyes closed as he bowed down the top part of his body in respect. "Good evening, mister...?"
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"...Mr... Sima Yi?" He inquired, as carefully as he would upon meeting a Lord or Lady. He was amused by the fan, however, but chose not to comment upon its appearance.
"We... ah, 'spoke' over these journals? I'm Jack," The Corinthian waved the electronic journal idly. He wasn're sure as to the best way of carrying the blasted thing yet. It was just too big to fit in his pocket.