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paixaorpg2006-07-01 09:51 am
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Tochter aus Elysium, wir betreten feuertrunken....* [COMPLETED]
Characters: Asuka.
Content: A slightly unhinged, but for now peaceful Asuka drifts aimlessly through Paixao.
Setting: Walk from Haja o que Houver [F4], ending at Paixao Central Station [J6].
Time: Tuesday early morning, around dawn.
Warnings: None.
Asuka wanders, almost blind to her surroundings. Occasionally she'll stop by the roadside, finding herself drawn to the strange and exotic species of faux-plants, caressing their ersatz leaves and jewelled buds with a sort of dreamy reverence. Otherwise, she walks.
She doesn't know how long she's been travelling. She doesn't think of it. The feet of her plugsuit aren't meant for long-distance travel on unmade roads and are all but worn away, exposing her already injured feet to the sharp stones and dirt of the streets. Her stomach growls at her insistently. Still she walks on, with no signs of slowing, leaving the occasional smear of blood on the dusty roads.
She doesn't know where she's going. She'd left Howl's hotel room the previous day, before dawn had broken, not even leaving a note. She meant him no ill will; the act was not born of frustration or sorrow, but another, indefinable emotion, calling her on somehow through the fairytale streets of this city of light and wonder. She feels light as air, yet somehow borne down by an inexplicable pain in her chest, a heaviness she can't escape, gnawing for attention. For now it does not touch her. For now, for once, her mind is at rest.
Those she passes by she greets with a dreamlike stare. They walk on, seemingly unnoticing, or perhaps merely pretending not to notice. At times she thinks she glimpses familiar faces; a mop of pale blue hair, the slant of an unshaven jaw: but she walks on. The crowd begins to thicken as she walks, and wide streets give way to the throng and bustle of a grand and colossal building. She pays its grandiose architecture no mind, though somewhere deep within her a part of her heart still stirs at the beauty, fills her with some strange joy that is at odds with the rest of the tumultuous feelings her mind is veiling from her. Strange music plays, wholly within her mind, and she draws her arms around herself somewhat, shivering as if from cold.
Some small flicker in her mind scoffs at her; how very Shinji-like, to dull one's fears and problems by riding aimlessly around the city. She doesn't care. With nothing else to do, no knowing reason to be here, she purchases a ticket, and waits for a train.
*A snippet from Schiller's Ode to Joy; the song Asuka is hearing in her mind. Daughter of Elysium, fire-drunken we are entering....
Content: A slightly unhinged, but for now peaceful Asuka drifts aimlessly through Paixao.
Setting: Walk from Haja o que Houver [F4], ending at Paixao Central Station [J6].
Time: Tuesday early morning, around dawn.
Warnings: None.
Asuka wanders, almost blind to her surroundings. Occasionally she'll stop by the roadside, finding herself drawn to the strange and exotic species of faux-plants, caressing their ersatz leaves and jewelled buds with a sort of dreamy reverence. Otherwise, she walks.
She doesn't know how long she's been travelling. She doesn't think of it. The feet of her plugsuit aren't meant for long-distance travel on unmade roads and are all but worn away, exposing her already injured feet to the sharp stones and dirt of the streets. Her stomach growls at her insistently. Still she walks on, with no signs of slowing, leaving the occasional smear of blood on the dusty roads.
She doesn't know where she's going. She'd left Howl's hotel room the previous day, before dawn had broken, not even leaving a note. She meant him no ill will; the act was not born of frustration or sorrow, but another, indefinable emotion, calling her on somehow through the fairytale streets of this city of light and wonder. She feels light as air, yet somehow borne down by an inexplicable pain in her chest, a heaviness she can't escape, gnawing for attention. For now it does not touch her. For now, for once, her mind is at rest.
Those she passes by she greets with a dreamlike stare. They walk on, seemingly unnoticing, or perhaps merely pretending not to notice. At times she thinks she glimpses familiar faces; a mop of pale blue hair, the slant of an unshaven jaw: but she walks on. The crowd begins to thicken as she walks, and wide streets give way to the throng and bustle of a grand and colossal building. She pays its grandiose architecture no mind, though somewhere deep within her a part of her heart still stirs at the beauty, fills her with some strange joy that is at odds with the rest of the tumultuous feelings her mind is veiling from her. Strange music plays, wholly within her mind, and she draws her arms around herself somewhat, shivering as if from cold.
Some small flicker in her mind scoffs at her; how very Shinji-like, to dull one's fears and problems by riding aimlessly around the city. She doesn't care. With nothing else to do, no knowing reason to be here, she purchases a ticket, and waits for a train.
*A snippet from Schiller's Ode to Joy; the song Asuka is hearing in her mind. Daughter of Elysium, fire-drunken we are entering....