paixaorpg | The Fighter [Completed]

Character(s): Myra Davis (Player E)
Content: Myra arrives in Paixao...pissed.
Setting: Niflheim gate
Time: Late afternoon
Warnings:mild language

What the hell was this...? Myra stood, arms crossed in front of the tall gate that read "Niflheim" in big, bold letters. What the fuck is a Niflheim ...? she pondered, furrowing her brow and placing her arms at her side, balling her hands into fists she marched through the gate. Ignoring the person who asked for her name and grabbing the things he offered.

This wasn't Gaia.

It figured, though. The one time they had given her a weekend off to visit her hometown...pfft. She should have known they were up to something with this...

Myra had made contact with Sabra...something about a central station...whatever. Despite her original thoughts, she now doubted that the others wanted to be here...from the looks of it they all found their way in somehow. Sabra had said that information would be given at the station, best to head there then. Opening the small journal she was given, she quickly glanced at the man. Memorizing where she was, where it was, and the distance between the two. She shut the journal, tucking it under her right arm before picking up into a quick sprint. Myra wanted to make good time.

The sooner she got out of this hell-bubble. The better.