http://angelicklutz.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] angelicklutz.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-01-14 12:31 pm

This doesn't look like Heaven'su... [Complete]

Character(s): Misha, Danny Fenton
Content: Misha's arrival in Paixao
Setting: Vanaheim, F3, Actua Are
Time: Morning
Warnings: None


She had been laying down in what should have been a field, except the grass seemed very strange and unreal. Her hands brushed over it and she thought it felt rather uncannily like cloth. Cloth?

She wasn't at home with Shia-chan and Kotarou-kun, and she wasn't back in Heaven either. For a moment she was worried... was Shia-chan okay?

Was this what it meant to 'disappear'? To go to a place where you didn't know anybody and nobody knew you?

The apprentice angel's lower lip trembled. Already she missed her friends terribly, and she didn't know how to get back, or if she was even allowed to return.

She began to get to her feet but tripped on something. Looking down, she noticed that her 'To-Heaven' box had been spilled across the ground, several of her belongings resting in the not-grass. "Oh-no'su!" she exclaimed, kneeling down to scoop everything back into the box.

"Why'su is this here?" she wondered aloud. She hadn't had it with her when she'd disappeared. Maybe Sacchun had dropped it off? Her heart beat a little faster. Would she ever see her sister again? Or any of her friends in Heaven? Or any of her friends on Earth?

Misha folded the top of her 'To-Heaven' box closed again and noticed a line of people. Maybe they'd know something? Wrapping her arms around her box and making sure her wings were hidden, she walked forward towards the line.

"Excuse me'su," she said, tugging at someone's arm, "Where is this'su? Did you disappear'su too?"

The person brushed her off, looking irritated.

"NEXT!" was bellowed from the front of the line, and Misha jumped, spilling things out of her 'To-Heaven' box again.

"Oh-no'su, oh-no'su," she flailed, which made more things come flying out of the box. Flail, drop, flail, drop! Misha put the box on the ground and began scooping things back into it again -- the line simply formed around her. "I'm so clumsy'su! Sacchun was right'su..."

She tugged her possessions out from under people's feet, not noticing that she was being carried along with the line as well. Suddenly she heard "NEXT!" again and looked up, right into the face of a stranger. "Eeeeek!" she cried, falling back.

"Name?" The person asked.

"Ummm... Misha. My name'su Misha." The apprentice angel wasn't sure what to do, but the person merely handed her a small book and then shooed her inside, calling instructions about a map and a journal.

The pink-haired girl quickly got out of the way of the gate where the line passed through, finding a patch of grass -- well, cloth-grass, but it was comfortable to sit on -- and drew her knees up to her chest to think. Maybe if she watched the people here, she'd gain an understanding of where she was. Who were all these people? This didn't seem like disappearing to her...

[identity profile] muffinsplz.livejournal.com 2007-01-16 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Danny almost jumped out of his skin when he heard somebody speak to them. He didn't hear her walk over to him, so he let out a starled cry in surprise.

The origin of the voice was a young girl that looked somewhere around his age with....pink hair. She asked him sweetly if he was okay. Danny looked away from her and wiped his eyes. Not good to let a girl see you cry.

He replied, in the calmist voice he could manage, "Yeah...I'm fine."