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paixaorpg2006-09-30 06:55 pm
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The tattooed man appears
Characters: Isaac
Content: Isaac enters Paixao
Setting: Joutenheim's Gate
Time: Afternoon.
Warnings: None.
After what felt like an eternity of sleep he woke up, standing, as if to do so was the most natural action in the world! His eyes sucking up the new area hungrily, trying to search for a familiar object, a throne, a pillar, a person. But everything seemed foreign and new. Isaac's immature brain tried desperately to understand what had happened to him. But before he could concentrate properly he was being ushered along, evidently he had awoken in a queue of people. The line leading to a large gate, quite ornate, its mouths opening into some sort of city.
The wait was long and dull and as often as Isaac tried to talk to those in front and behind him he was ignored, dismissed, and he felt as though he was shrinking into himself. Body contort with a variety of ugly emotions; loneliness, angry and frustration. But just as he was going to explode and demand some recognition he was approached by a petite woman holding some sort of smooth slate, much like a book, that she handed to him. He was asked a series of questions, basic details such as his age and name, and after answering them he was pointed into the city.
He took some hesitant steps into the bustling town, eyes wide as he watched pale figures blur past him, arms lank by his sides, very confused but somehow intensely interested in this inexplicable series of events.
Content: Isaac enters Paixao
Setting: Joutenheim's Gate
Time: Afternoon.
Warnings: None.
After what felt like an eternity of sleep he woke up, standing, as if to do so was the most natural action in the world! His eyes sucking up the new area hungrily, trying to search for a familiar object, a throne, a pillar, a person. But everything seemed foreign and new. Isaac's immature brain tried desperately to understand what had happened to him. But before he could concentrate properly he was being ushered along, evidently he had awoken in a queue of people. The line leading to a large gate, quite ornate, its mouths opening into some sort of city.
The wait was long and dull and as often as Isaac tried to talk to those in front and behind him he was ignored, dismissed, and he felt as though he was shrinking into himself. Body contort with a variety of ugly emotions; loneliness, angry and frustration. But just as he was going to explode and demand some recognition he was approached by a petite woman holding some sort of smooth slate, much like a book, that she handed to him. He was asked a series of questions, basic details such as his age and name, and after answering them he was pointed into the city.
He took some hesitant steps into the bustling town, eyes wide as he watched pale figures blur past him, arms lank by his sides, very confused but somehow intensely interested in this inexplicable series of events.
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She had come into this place that she thought might've been a result of Dracula's castle, found that Soma was most definitely here she just knew it, and then ended up being insulted by a little girl. Fine, if she wanted to think she was boring, then she was boring. But she certainly wasn't odd like that little girl. And then, of course, the girl ends up getting attacked by those weird white things.
Mina was having a marvelous day. She had held her journal to her chest like a shield, and was attempting to stay away from the white things. Honestly, Soma really needed to be around here... but the gate master said he hadn't gone through that gate. While retreating into a door frame, Mina heard something approaching her from behind. One of those tinier one's, the one's that turned into things like weapons. She turned around and withheld the urge to shriek, using her journal to smack it away. She needed to learn how to fight, because she was pretty sure that journal couldn't take much more beating.
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After a considerably long pause he approached the creature (walking past the girl), watching it's movements intently. The way it bobbed its head and swaggered like a drunk crab. Morphing between something human and something object. When it settled in its humanoid shape Isaac's hand darted out with impressive speed and his fingers curled around the white thing's skull (or what seemed to be it's skull). It's legs flailed and it seemed to struggle as his grip tightened. His fingers clenched around the relatively soft head of the 'thing' until it seemed to pop into non-existence... Was it dead? Either that or it had just disappeared somewhere out of sight.
Isaac stared at the spot where it was then turned to face the young lady again. Speechless. Eyes glazed like glass (white irises), red hair framing his face and body lanky.