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paixaorpg2006-09-13 06:13 pm
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In this topiX, OUR THE Roy (LOTY-985-1001) gets lost. [complete]
Character(s): Roy, anyone nearby (please?)
Content: Roy finds himself in Conformity City, wonders what happened, wanders around, arbors suspicions of SKULLDUGGERY, and more.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate, nearby Cafe Ersesat
Time: Eh, noonish.
Warnings: FE6 spoilers I suppose, and also my retarded sense of humor got out (if you couldn't tell).
This probably wasn't something any of the dragons did. Could it have been a dragon's fault? No way. Their illusions weren't THIS insane.
Roy shifted his headband aside in the interest of massaging his temple, trying to remember. Before everything went dark and he woke up surrounded by blonde apparently-humans, he'd been in Arcadia, helping with Idoun's emotions. He vaguely recalled coaxing her into reading an old book of bedtime stories, but she didn't seem to be absorbing it...
And the last time he recalled eating was, judging by the position of the sun and the nearly nauseating maelstrom in his stomach, about a day and a half ago. Receeving awkward directions to a cafe from a (blonde) boy who repeatedly offered to shine his boots, Roy stumbled in, ordered a drink and a foreign-sounding food he thought he remembered to be a snack cake served with tea and coffee based on a culture and etiquette lesson Cecilia had dragged him through when he was eight.
Roy had had bad days before. This case was extraordinary.
Content: Roy finds himself in Conformity City, wonders what happened, wanders around, arbors suspicions of SKULLDUGGERY, and more.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate, nearby Cafe Ersesat
Time: Eh, noonish.
Warnings: FE6 spoilers I suppose, and also my retarded sense of humor got out (if you couldn't tell).
This probably wasn't something any of the dragons did. Could it have been a dragon's fault? No way. Their illusions weren't THIS insane.
Roy shifted his headband aside in the interest of massaging his temple, trying to remember. Before everything went dark and he woke up surrounded by blonde apparently-humans, he'd been in Arcadia, helping with Idoun's emotions. He vaguely recalled coaxing her into reading an old book of bedtime stories, but she didn't seem to be absorbing it...
And the last time he recalled eating was, judging by the position of the sun and the nearly nauseating maelstrom in his stomach, about a day and a half ago. Receeving awkward directions to a cafe from a (blonde) boy who repeatedly offered to shine his boots, Roy stumbled in, ordered a drink and a foreign-sounding food he thought he remembered to be a snack cake served with tea and coffee based on a culture and etiquette lesson Cecilia had dragged him through when he was eight.
Roy had had bad days before. This case was extraordinary.