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paixaorpg2006-09-04 12:00 am
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Entry tags:
NYA :p [completed]
Character(s): Udou Akira, Bakura Ryou
Content: Akira arrives in Paixao and is a tad confused~
Setting: Muspelheim
Time: Uh. Morning. Week2
Warnings: None :o
Somehow, this is not what Akira had been expecting. The Air Trek hummed as he came to a slow stop, confronted with a line of people. This was not the right street, and he made a lazy half circled, cutting through the line of people, up by the booth. A look through the (rather impressive) gates was a city. It looked kind of like a theme park, actually.
"Name!"
Akira spun around to find himself confronted with a woman at the booth. She was kind of short and squat and not very pretty looking. And she was giving him one of those looks. The ones which are like 'I know you did something wrong, now fess up so I can beat you.' Only, she'd never worked for Kaitou, and therefore had no idea that Akira was nigh immune to such looks. He blinked.
"...NAME!"
She tried again, adding emphasis by pounding her fist on the counter. Akira pushed off the ground a little, going backwards without breaking eye contact with her. The way she looked ... it was kind of like a fat dog that was too lazy to get up and give chase. However he bumped into someone and turned, "...shi--" and ducked. Jeez, what was with people? Rude much?
"SIR. I REQUIRE YOUR NAME."
Now he couldn't resist, she looked like the large, blobish female version of Kaitou. Okay, she looked nothing like Kaitou, but Akira was in a fairly good mood and turned to face her, grabbing onto the counter. "Akira~. Udou Akira," and he flashed her a grin, before releasing the counter and speeding through the gate.
Huh, she was waving something in his direction. Kind of rectangular and a metallic red color. Oh well, couldn't be that important. Akira skated backwards, eyeing the gate, how odd. This wasn't ... at all where he had been before. He made another lazy circle near the 'entrance'. On one hand, it was much better than going to jail, on the other... expecting to step into a helicopter and ending up here was more than a little disconcerting.
Despite that uncomfortable feeling of not knowing where he was, Akira was satisfied for the first time in a while. He'd fulfilled his promise to Simca, he'd finished something. And it now longer felt like he had to hold something up, the Air Trek on his feet felt considerably lighter than they used to. Or, more so, they had returned to feeling 'normal'. That didn't mean that the next time he saw Ikki he was going to hold back though.
The next time Akira saw Ikki he might hit in the face, just for good measure. The next time he saw Agito however... he hadn't decided on that. He pushed off the ground again, propelling himself forward, casting a look around. Certainly not jail... maybe there was a map somewhere....
Content: Akira arrives in Paixao and is a tad confused~
Setting: Muspelheim
Time: Uh. Morning. Week2
Warnings: None :o
Somehow, this is not what Akira had been expecting. The Air Trek hummed as he came to a slow stop, confronted with a line of people. This was not the right street, and he made a lazy half circled, cutting through the line of people, up by the booth. A look through the (rather impressive) gates was a city. It looked kind of like a theme park, actually.
"Name!"
Akira spun around to find himself confronted with a woman at the booth. She was kind of short and squat and not very pretty looking. And she was giving him one of those looks. The ones which are like 'I know you did something wrong, now fess up so I can beat you.' Only, she'd never worked for Kaitou, and therefore had no idea that Akira was nigh immune to such looks. He blinked.
"...NAME!"
She tried again, adding emphasis by pounding her fist on the counter. Akira pushed off the ground a little, going backwards without breaking eye contact with her. The way she looked ... it was kind of like a fat dog that was too lazy to get up and give chase. However he bumped into someone and turned, "...shi--" and ducked. Jeez, what was with people? Rude much?
"SIR. I REQUIRE YOUR NAME."
Now he couldn't resist, she looked like the large, blobish female version of Kaitou. Okay, she looked nothing like Kaitou, but Akira was in a fairly good mood and turned to face her, grabbing onto the counter. "Akira~. Udou Akira," and he flashed her a grin, before releasing the counter and speeding through the gate.
Huh, she was waving something in his direction. Kind of rectangular and a metallic red color. Oh well, couldn't be that important. Akira skated backwards, eyeing the gate, how odd. This wasn't ... at all where he had been before. He made another lazy circle near the 'entrance'. On one hand, it was much better than going to jail, on the other... expecting to step into a helicopter and ending up here was more than a little disconcerting.
Despite that uncomfortable feeling of not knowing where he was, Akira was satisfied for the first time in a while. He'd fulfilled his promise to Simca, he'd finished something. And it now longer felt like he had to hold something up, the Air Trek on his feet felt considerably lighter than they used to. Or, more so, they had returned to feeling 'normal'. That didn't mean that the next time he saw Ikki he was going to hold back though.
The next time Akira saw Ikki he might hit in the face, just for good measure. The next time he saw Agito however... he hadn't decided on that. He pushed off the ground again, propelling himself forward, casting a look around. Certainly not jail... maybe there was a map somewhere....