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paixaorpg2006-09-14 05:59 pm
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New territory. [Completed]
Character(s): Shiki, Inu, and... eventually Kiriwar and the Lone power, as well as Akira.
Content: Shiki enters, and comes across quite an interesting sight.
Setting: Just inside Muspelheim.
Time: Night..ish.
Warnings: VIOLENCES, oh noez.
It was a strange place. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or hated it, mostly because he had apparently no choice in the matter of being there or not. But it was an interesting city—quaint and quiet, situated in a kingly state within the recesses of its elaborately painted domes, somehow managing to be downright gorgeous, yet subtle, homey at the same time—with a bit of intimidation mixed in. He could give it that. The line gave him time to think, to contemplate what sort of events could have lead up to this point, what sort of things may have happened to him, any miscalculations…
Preposterous. Shiki was not the one at fault; surely there was something else behind this. But there had to be some sort of explanation, and within an hour decided this as his ultimate goal: finding the secrets of this “Paixao” if it was the last thing he did. He had a tournament to win, after all—and for all he knew, this could be the doings of Vischio in order to distance him from obtaining what he was so close to, what was truly his. Hmph.
When it was his turn, Shiki’s eyes focused in on the great city that was set before him. His gaze was blank and his lips were parted—but he was most definitely interested in discovering what lay ahead him. As the girl that stood at the gate asked him, “May I have your name, sir?” his gaze didn’t waver.
“Shiki,” he replied half-heartedly, a slow half-smirk dawning on his sleek features. He felt a light metal object placed into one of his hands, and took a moment to glance down at it. A black brow quirked; what was this?
Stepping into the city, he flipped it open to give it a proper inspection. It seemed to be an electronic journal of some sort, from what he gathered--extremely useful. But he'd fiddle with it later; he had a whole city to explore now.
Just after taking a few steps into the city, taking a glance around at the impressively gorgeous (and oddly clean to him, considering where he'd come from) cityscape, his eyes didn't take long to finally rest upon a rather interesting sight. Was that... someone... tied to a pole?
Arching a brow and smirking slightly in vague interest, the man in black advanced forward to see just what this was all about. Perhaps, as Shiki moved closer, the individual who he intended to approach could pick up his distinct scent--metal, blood, and leather.
Content: Shiki enters, and comes across quite an interesting sight.
Setting: Just inside Muspelheim.
Time: Night..ish.
Warnings: VIOLENCES, oh noez.
It was a strange place. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or hated it, mostly because he had apparently no choice in the matter of being there or not. But it was an interesting city—quaint and quiet, situated in a kingly state within the recesses of its elaborately painted domes, somehow managing to be downright gorgeous, yet subtle, homey at the same time—with a bit of intimidation mixed in. He could give it that. The line gave him time to think, to contemplate what sort of events could have lead up to this point, what sort of things may have happened to him, any miscalculations…
Preposterous. Shiki was not the one at fault; surely there was something else behind this. But there had to be some sort of explanation, and within an hour decided this as his ultimate goal: finding the secrets of this “Paixao” if it was the last thing he did. He had a tournament to win, after all—and for all he knew, this could be the doings of Vischio in order to distance him from obtaining what he was so close to, what was truly his. Hmph.
When it was his turn, Shiki’s eyes focused in on the great city that was set before him. His gaze was blank and his lips were parted—but he was most definitely interested in discovering what lay ahead him. As the girl that stood at the gate asked him, “May I have your name, sir?” his gaze didn’t waver.
“Shiki,” he replied half-heartedly, a slow half-smirk dawning on his sleek features. He felt a light metal object placed into one of his hands, and took a moment to glance down at it. A black brow quirked; what was this?
Stepping into the city, he flipped it open to give it a proper inspection. It seemed to be an electronic journal of some sort, from what he gathered--extremely useful. But he'd fiddle with it later; he had a whole city to explore now.
Just after taking a few steps into the city, taking a glance around at the impressively gorgeous (and oddly clean to him, considering where he'd come from) cityscape, his eyes didn't take long to finally rest upon a rather interesting sight. Was that... someone... tied to a pole?
Arching a brow and smirking slightly in vague interest, the man in black advanced forward to see just what this was all about. Perhaps, as Shiki moved closer, the individual who he intended to approach could pick up his distinct scent--metal, blood, and leather.
no subject
But the second attack was far less welcomed. Kiriwar was far too attached to his face and his coat, and didn't feel the need to get sliced and diced there. He swung Mitsuko up to block, putting his slightly bloody hand where the dog tags were tangled about and using it as a brace. He was certain that Shiki's force from the jump would push down on him, but he'd use his strength to counter it as much as possible.