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paixaorpg2006-10-03 05:48 pm
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Tseng's Arrival [active]
Characters: Tseng
Content: Tseng enters Paixao, somewhat confusedly.
Setting: Joutenheim's Gate
Time: Mid-morning.
Warnings: None.
So. He'd been driving.
Well, this was embarrassing. Tseng looked about himself, at the large gate with the giants and the line of people before it, all of which looking remarkably... different to each other, and had to admit that he must have crashed.
And, not only had he crashed, the ensuing blow to the head had apparently sent him into another world. Either that, or he hadn't crashed, but had imagined that he had so as to explain something which seemed entirely inexplainable. Tseng often found himself doing that; it made certain aspects of life a lot easier to deal with.
There also appeared to be creatures in white... wiggling around and receiving a not particularly polite reception from the people about. Entirely unsure of exactly what was going on, Tseng could see that the only thing he could do to actually find out more about what was going on was to join the line. He rarely queued, as a rule; activities which one had to queue for were hardly enjoyable to him. However, it really did seem to be the only thing he could do here. He sighed as he stepped into line, head tilted to the side a little. Bored, although he would never admit it; it simply wasn't the kind of thing he said.
This fact didn't stop the mind-numbing boredom, however; when it (finally) was his turn, he hardly noticed as he was asked questions by a rather harried-looking young woman; he was used to giving a fake name, which he did quite easily, and was given what appeared to be a small piece of personal machinery. He would investigate that later.
Then, he was pointed into the city and away from the odd white creatures, which he had been contemplating using for target practice merely to relieve himself of boredom. But the situation seemed to be in hand, so he moved on into the general area he had been apparently placed in.
Paixao, the woman had said this place was called. He'd never heard of it.
Perhaps, if he was in a coma, he had ought to give his subconscious imagination a little more credit.
Content: Tseng enters Paixao, somewhat confusedly.
Setting: Joutenheim's Gate
Time: Mid-morning.
Warnings: None.
So. He'd been driving.
Well, this was embarrassing. Tseng looked about himself, at the large gate with the giants and the line of people before it, all of which looking remarkably... different to each other, and had to admit that he must have crashed.
And, not only had he crashed, the ensuing blow to the head had apparently sent him into another world. Either that, or he hadn't crashed, but had imagined that he had so as to explain something which seemed entirely inexplainable. Tseng often found himself doing that; it made certain aspects of life a lot easier to deal with.
There also appeared to be creatures in white... wiggling around and receiving a not particularly polite reception from the people about. Entirely unsure of exactly what was going on, Tseng could see that the only thing he could do to actually find out more about what was going on was to join the line. He rarely queued, as a rule; activities which one had to queue for were hardly enjoyable to him. However, it really did seem to be the only thing he could do here. He sighed as he stepped into line, head tilted to the side a little. Bored, although he would never admit it; it simply wasn't the kind of thing he said.
This fact didn't stop the mind-numbing boredom, however; when it (finally) was his turn, he hardly noticed as he was asked questions by a rather harried-looking young woman; he was used to giving a fake name, which he did quite easily, and was given what appeared to be a small piece of personal machinery. He would investigate that later.
Then, he was pointed into the city and away from the odd white creatures, which he had been contemplating using for target practice merely to relieve himself of boredom. But the situation seemed to be in hand, so he moved on into the general area he had been apparently placed in.
Paixao, the woman had said this place was called. He'd never heard of it.
Perhaps, if he was in a coma, he had ought to give his subconscious imagination a little more credit.