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paixaorpg2006-08-09 11:05 am
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Chime's Glass Ass has Arrived. [Active]
Character(s): Tris and Chime!
Content: Shit. I mean ships. Tris and Chime entering Paixao.
Setting: NIFLHEIM, G10
Time: Monday2, afternoon.
Warnings: Naked Chime?
Ships. Tris always had mixed feelings about being on a ship. On one hand, Tris loved being able to step out into a full storm if one found them. On the other, ships always brought back memories Tris would've rather ignored and left in the past, where they belonged. In Thairos, on dry land, Tris hadn't dreamed of the pirate attack on Winding Circle. On the ship was another matter. Tris almost constantly woke up with an upset Glaki hovering nearby, and Chime's claws soon became something Tris woke suddenly to. The weather-witch was always somewhere halfway between awake and asleep, though that didn't prevent her from caring for Glaki or her needs. Many individuals had expressed how unusual it was for Tris to have her own student. Tris didn't care. Glaki was going somewhere permanent to be raised and live if Tris had any say, and there was no excuse not to teach Glaki to meditate.
Still, after Glaki went to bed and the ship became relativley quiet, Tris stepped onto the deck, letting the open air swirl around her. Tris was careful to keep her eyes away from the winds. She didn't want to risk an image-headache in exchange for letting the air flow over her to wash away the heavy feeling of nightmares. Unlike Glaki's half-remembered night terrors, Tris's dreams were repeats of the events of a scant four years prior. The redhead scowled at the thought, deftly knocking it away. She'd help save her home, and nightmares were worth it. She would be dead or worse if she hadn't done what had caused those nightmares to be.
She scowled, a loose braid flapping in a breeze that ran square across her gaze. On the sea, the winds only touched more sea, and it was maddening, for her eyes to swim in something so ovbious, to be blinded by a glimpse of more of the water they were traveling. Tris grit her teeth, feeling Chime twine around her legs. The night was fairly clear, but what little hair Tris had that remained loose stood on end, as if in a storm. Chime let out a knife-on-glass grating screech that was her own unique way of sounding an alarm. There was an immense pressure on her, or so it felt. Tris wobbled on her feet, then fell, Chime screeching over the fainted redhead's body and clinging to her dress.
When Tris awakened, she groggily felt at her face, making sure her spectacles were there. A croon- Chime's familiar noise- met Tris's ears. Tris sat up with some difficulty, aware of a glassy limb on her own. Tris paused. Chime was not heavy enough to impede her getting up- nowhere near that. The redhead realized she was dealing with a humanoid Chime only when she stood and stared at the semitransparent glass girl standing before her. The glass was faintly tinged like the color of skin, but there were still strong throwbacks to Chime's original, smaller state. Her fingers and toes still ended in razor-sharp claws, she still had a tail that was half the length of the rest of her body, and closer inspection revealed that Chime still had her wings, however inadequate they were to her body size. Tris sighed, looking around. She could sense something that she'd been missing since she'd left Emelan- one of her foster-siblings. Briar, to be exact.
Tris wasn't sure if she should be vexed that it was Briar she could sense or not, so chose not to be on general principle.Chime tottered over to a line of blonde people, scooping her tail up. Tris sighed and got in line with her... charge? Chime was certianly a handful, or she would be. Tris took one of Chime's hands, careful of the claws. The line moved- Tris looked around, but was more focused on meeting up with Briar than wondering how she got here, though she did a fair bit of that in the line. Chime eventually had to swat Tris with a wing to get her attention.
"Miss, your name?" the man at the gate asked. Tris offered her full name, vexed with herself. They walked through the large gate- which looked like some strange ice formation- and were stopped by someone offering Tris an odd, blue, boxlike object. Tris took it, silently letting her opinion be known of people who handed parcels to the nearest individual. "Let's find Briar first, and then try figuring out how in Mila's name we got here, alright?" she suggested to the glass dragon-girl. Chime let out an odd half-laugh, half glass armonica purr. "...And what happened to you."
Content: Shit. I mean ships. Tris and Chime entering Paixao.
Setting: NIFLHEIM, G10
Time: Monday2, afternoon.
Warnings: Naked Chime?
Ships. Tris always had mixed feelings about being on a ship. On one hand, Tris loved being able to step out into a full storm if one found them. On the other, ships always brought back memories Tris would've rather ignored and left in the past, where they belonged. In Thairos, on dry land, Tris hadn't dreamed of the pirate attack on Winding Circle. On the ship was another matter. Tris almost constantly woke up with an upset Glaki hovering nearby, and Chime's claws soon became something Tris woke suddenly to. The weather-witch was always somewhere halfway between awake and asleep, though that didn't prevent her from caring for Glaki or her needs. Many individuals had expressed how unusual it was for Tris to have her own student. Tris didn't care. Glaki was going somewhere permanent to be raised and live if Tris had any say, and there was no excuse not to teach Glaki to meditate.
Still, after Glaki went to bed and the ship became relativley quiet, Tris stepped onto the deck, letting the open air swirl around her. Tris was careful to keep her eyes away from the winds. She didn't want to risk an image-headache in exchange for letting the air flow over her to wash away the heavy feeling of nightmares. Unlike Glaki's half-remembered night terrors, Tris's dreams were repeats of the events of a scant four years prior. The redhead scowled at the thought, deftly knocking it away. She'd help save her home, and nightmares were worth it. She would be dead or worse if she hadn't done what had caused those nightmares to be.
She scowled, a loose braid flapping in a breeze that ran square across her gaze. On the sea, the winds only touched more sea, and it was maddening, for her eyes to swim in something so ovbious, to be blinded by a glimpse of more of the water they were traveling. Tris grit her teeth, feeling Chime twine around her legs. The night was fairly clear, but what little hair Tris had that remained loose stood on end, as if in a storm. Chime let out a knife-on-glass grating screech that was her own unique way of sounding an alarm. There was an immense pressure on her, or so it felt. Tris wobbled on her feet, then fell, Chime screeching over the fainted redhead's body and clinging to her dress.
When Tris awakened, she groggily felt at her face, making sure her spectacles were there. A croon- Chime's familiar noise- met Tris's ears. Tris sat up with some difficulty, aware of a glassy limb on her own. Tris paused. Chime was not heavy enough to impede her getting up- nowhere near that. The redhead realized she was dealing with a humanoid Chime only when she stood and stared at the semitransparent glass girl standing before her. The glass was faintly tinged like the color of skin, but there were still strong throwbacks to Chime's original, smaller state. Her fingers and toes still ended in razor-sharp claws, she still had a tail that was half the length of the rest of her body, and closer inspection revealed that Chime still had her wings, however inadequate they were to her body size. Tris sighed, looking around. She could sense something that she'd been missing since she'd left Emelan- one of her foster-siblings. Briar, to be exact.
Tris wasn't sure if she should be vexed that it was Briar she could sense or not, so chose not to be on general principle.Chime tottered over to a line of blonde people, scooping her tail up. Tris sighed and got in line with her... charge? Chime was certianly a handful, or she would be. Tris took one of Chime's hands, careful of the claws. The line moved- Tris looked around, but was more focused on meeting up with Briar than wondering how she got here, though she did a fair bit of that in the line. Chime eventually had to swat Tris with a wing to get her attention.
"Miss, your name?" the man at the gate asked. Tris offered her full name, vexed with herself. They walked through the large gate- which looked like some strange ice formation- and were stopped by someone offering Tris an odd, blue, boxlike object. Tris took it, silently letting her opinion be known of people who handed parcels to the nearest individual. "Let's find Briar first, and then try figuring out how in Mila's name we got here, alright?" she suggested to the glass dragon-girl. Chime let out an odd half-laugh, half glass armonica purr. "...And what happened to you."