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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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Either way, he licked his lips to get rid of the slight mess he'd left behind, pulling his helmet back on and glad the others had been too distracted to watch. He padded back to rejoin them with only a little hesitation, sniffing in Isaac's direction as he looked up at the man. The woman was obviously Mina, but who was this? Soma hadn't mentioned any other friends....
Such interesting markings this one had, too. Why didn't Mina or Soma have any like them? After all, Mina and this one smelled human like each other, and Soma's scent was pretty similar, even if there was something just a bit off about it compared to the others. Sword sensibly (in his opinion, at least) remained silent, quite willing to let the others settle their business of reunion and helping and whatever else.