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paixaorpg2006-11-06 03:51 pm
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I don't think we're in Weyard anymore.. [complete]
Character(s): Ivan
Content: A very confused Ivan finds himself in a very strange place, is given a very strange item, and sets off exploring...
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Daytime
Warnings: None
Ivan stared up at the massive statues framing the gate of Joutenheim. The sight was so odd, unexpected, and out of place that it took him a moment to recognize its most important trait - there was nothing like that in Vale.
Upon realizing that, he was struck with a moment of panic. He looked frantically from side to side for any indication whatsoever that he had been here before, but to his increasing distress, found nothing familiar at all. Behind him, there was only wasteland; ahead of him, statues and a gate leading ... into a mountain? That was the only word that came close to describing the dome-shaped ... thing... but even "mountain" didn't seem right. In all his travels, Ivan had never seen anything remotely like this.
But what scared him the most was that it didn't feel like a dream.
Nervously, he approached the only person he could see, a blond-haired man standing in a small kiosk by the gate. But before he could ask what was going on, the man cut in with, "Name?"
He'd caught Ivan off-guard. "E-excuse me?"
"Your name. What is it?" said the man, enunicating more patronizingly than was really necessary.
"Uh... Ivan, sir, but could -"
He stopped and jerked back reflexively as the gatekeeper shoved something at him - a glossy paper and an odd little blue box. After a moment's hesitation, he realized they were for him, and took them with an uncertain "Thank you...?" He turned the little box curiously over in his hands, trying to figure out what in the world it was or why the blond man wanted him to have it.
"In you go, then, hurry up."
Ivan glanced up and suddenly realized that the man in the kiosk was pointing sideways at the gate, but the boy didn't move yet. "Wait, I - I don't understand," he protested.
The guard sighed exaggeratedly and rolled his eyes. "It's not that complicated. The - gate - is - open - and - you - may - enter."
"But-"
"NOW."
"I - okay, okay!" Ivan replied quickly, and sidestepped through the gate, if only to get away from the demanding guard. Only when he couldn't see the man anymore did he turn to see what was in front of him -
- and stopped cold in his tracks, gaping.
When he'd seen a door leading into a mountain, he'd expected it to lead into a cave, or perhaps a tunnel; heck, even an underground fortress wouldn't have surprised him too much. But instead, it was a monstrous city, stretching as far as the eye could see. What had looked like a mountain was actually just a roof over all the buildings, it seemed.
Ivan turned rapidly around, trying to take in all the sights at once. It was all so bizarre he could hardly believe it! So engrossed was he in his observation that he failed to notice the elastic, silvery form weaving between the buildings nearby as he set off further into the city, trying to find some kind of sign that might tell him where he was.
Content: A very confused Ivan finds himself in a very strange place, is given a very strange item, and sets off exploring...
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Daytime
Warnings: None
Ivan stared up at the massive statues framing the gate of Joutenheim. The sight was so odd, unexpected, and out of place that it took him a moment to recognize its most important trait - there was nothing like that in Vale.
Upon realizing that, he was struck with a moment of panic. He looked frantically from side to side for any indication whatsoever that he had been here before, but to his increasing distress, found nothing familiar at all. Behind him, there was only wasteland; ahead of him, statues and a gate leading ... into a mountain? That was the only word that came close to describing the dome-shaped ... thing... but even "mountain" didn't seem right. In all his travels, Ivan had never seen anything remotely like this.
But what scared him the most was that it didn't feel like a dream.
Nervously, he approached the only person he could see, a blond-haired man standing in a small kiosk by the gate. But before he could ask what was going on, the man cut in with, "Name?"
He'd caught Ivan off-guard. "E-excuse me?"
"Your name. What is it?" said the man, enunicating more patronizingly than was really necessary.
"Uh... Ivan, sir, but could -"
He stopped and jerked back reflexively as the gatekeeper shoved something at him - a glossy paper and an odd little blue box. After a moment's hesitation, he realized they were for him, and took them with an uncertain "Thank you...?" He turned the little box curiously over in his hands, trying to figure out what in the world it was or why the blond man wanted him to have it.
"In you go, then, hurry up."
Ivan glanced up and suddenly realized that the man in the kiosk was pointing sideways at the gate, but the boy didn't move yet. "Wait, I - I don't understand," he protested.
The guard sighed exaggeratedly and rolled his eyes. "It's not that complicated. The - gate - is - open - and - you - may - enter."
"But-"
"NOW."
"I - okay, okay!" Ivan replied quickly, and sidestepped through the gate, if only to get away from the demanding guard. Only when he couldn't see the man anymore did he turn to see what was in front of him -
- and stopped cold in his tracks, gaping.
When he'd seen a door leading into a mountain, he'd expected it to lead into a cave, or perhaps a tunnel; heck, even an underground fortress wouldn't have surprised him too much. But instead, it was a monstrous city, stretching as far as the eye could see. What had looked like a mountain was actually just a roof over all the buildings, it seemed.
Ivan turned rapidly around, trying to take in all the sights at once. It was all so bizarre he could hardly believe it! So engrossed was he in his observation that he failed to notice the elastic, silvery form weaving between the buildings nearby as he set off further into the city, trying to find some kind of sign that might tell him where he was.