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paixaorpg2007-01-18 01:32 am
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No More Wide Skies [Complete]
Character(s): Vyse
Content: Upon waking up, Vyse wanders into Paixao via the mighty Joutenheim gate.
Setting: Joutenheim gate area
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None
Waking up in one piece was good news in itself. So he had made it to solid ground. The last thing he wanted was to end up in the Undersky! He'd never see his home again then, not to mention any of his friends or family, either.
As good as it was to feel the grass against his cheek, Vyse pushed himself up to his feet and dusted off his clothing. For taking a tumble out of a lifeboat, he was pretty clean, actually.
Lifeboat. Wait. He looked around, turning round and round, trying to find it. It wasn’t that small of a craft. It should be plainly obvious, nearby at least, and maybe broken. Pieces of it should have been around! Maybe even on fire! That would have been cool, actually. But even scouting a small area yielded nothing. There was no sign that a crash had ever taken place. There were no worn strips on the ground, where a skidding ship would have torn up grasses and turned out dirt as it went down. There were no broken or damaged trees, even.
It was as if Vyse had just… appeared… there.
That was the stupidest assumption ever.
He scratched his head and tried to think. Had he been captured by the ship that had been after him, and dropped off here? Maybe. Probably. Was this place like some sort of jail? He might have been left here to rot and be forgotten about. It would explain the lack of lifeboat remains, at least. In that case, he’d better start looking for a way off immediately. It was part of the code to never give up. A lesser person might have despaired, but not Vyse! Never! He knew there was some way out. There always was. Sometimes he had to look a little harder for it, but it was always there.
The land must have been pretty big in this area. He walked for awhile without ever glimpsing its edges. But what he did eventually come across was enough for him to do a double-take. Was it a strange land formation, or was it really giant bubbles coming up from the land? Wow. He blinked a few times, trying to take it all in. It was bigger than a Giga, even! This was something very new to him. He stared and stared, trying to determine what it was made of. But he’d never seen a material like it. Maybe it was a new form of moonstone. A gigantic formation made of moonstone would be the discovery of a lifetime! It’d put his name in every important history book ever! Vyse grinned and hurried toward it.
The closer he got, the more he could make out a sort of entranceway into the bubbles. It looked like a gate with people waiting in front of it. Were the bubbles architectural? They had to be, if people were going into them. Maybe it was a giant city! A CITY of moonstone would be even better! This day was just getting better and better. Think of the treasure inside a place like this! His eyes were practically gold-signs by the time he got close enough to join the line.
He glanced up at the gate, and his jaw dropped. It was huge and bombastic, with two guys fighting each other. Who had the time to make something of that size and grandeur? Who had the MONEY, for that matter? This city had to be full of rich art patrons, then. They were probably much more than well off. And if this city was like Valua City, then it had a fleet of people in dire need of some of that excess.
Soon the line dwindled and Vyse found him face-to-face with a blond man behind a small booth. That must be the most boring job ever, Vyse thought, sitting there and letting people in. I would go crazy! Vyse gave the boring man a smile, though. The booth man was very blond and very pale. He probably didn’t get out much, being trapped behind that stupid booth.
The man gave the most forced, fakest smile ever in return and got right down to business. “Welcome to Paixao. May I have your name, please, sir?”
“Pikesow?” Vyse repeated uncertainly. Hmm. He’d never seen that name on any map he’d looked at, and he’d seen a lot of maps in his time. “What continent is this on?”
“Sir, any inquiries you might have will be answered in this handy brochure.” The man slid a shiny folded paper across the booth’s surface. “I need your name now.”
Vyse picked it up and looked at it idly. “My name?” Probably for the history books. Just as well! Vyse grinned and pat his chest as he announced his name. “I am Vyse of the Blue Rogues! It’s nice to meet you, ah…” He waited for a name from the man.
The man didn’t even glance up, instead passing to Vyse a small flat box of some hard, shiny material that definitely wasn’t any type of moonstone. “Thank you, Vyse. Please proceed into the city. You’re holding up the line.” The man sounded irritable.
Vyse looked at the man one last time, uncertainly, and took the shiny paper and the little box into the city.
Content: Upon waking up, Vyse wanders into Paixao via the mighty Joutenheim gate.
Setting: Joutenheim gate area
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None
Waking up in one piece was good news in itself. So he had made it to solid ground. The last thing he wanted was to end up in the Undersky! He'd never see his home again then, not to mention any of his friends or family, either.
As good as it was to feel the grass against his cheek, Vyse pushed himself up to his feet and dusted off his clothing. For taking a tumble out of a lifeboat, he was pretty clean, actually.
Lifeboat. Wait. He looked around, turning round and round, trying to find it. It wasn’t that small of a craft. It should be plainly obvious, nearby at least, and maybe broken. Pieces of it should have been around! Maybe even on fire! That would have been cool, actually. But even scouting a small area yielded nothing. There was no sign that a crash had ever taken place. There were no worn strips on the ground, where a skidding ship would have torn up grasses and turned out dirt as it went down. There were no broken or damaged trees, even.
It was as if Vyse had just… appeared… there.
That was the stupidest assumption ever.
He scratched his head and tried to think. Had he been captured by the ship that had been after him, and dropped off here? Maybe. Probably. Was this place like some sort of jail? He might have been left here to rot and be forgotten about. It would explain the lack of lifeboat remains, at least. In that case, he’d better start looking for a way off immediately. It was part of the code to never give up. A lesser person might have despaired, but not Vyse! Never! He knew there was some way out. There always was. Sometimes he had to look a little harder for it, but it was always there.
The land must have been pretty big in this area. He walked for awhile without ever glimpsing its edges. But what he did eventually come across was enough for him to do a double-take. Was it a strange land formation, or was it really giant bubbles coming up from the land? Wow. He blinked a few times, trying to take it all in. It was bigger than a Giga, even! This was something very new to him. He stared and stared, trying to determine what it was made of. But he’d never seen a material like it. Maybe it was a new form of moonstone. A gigantic formation made of moonstone would be the discovery of a lifetime! It’d put his name in every important history book ever! Vyse grinned and hurried toward it.
The closer he got, the more he could make out a sort of entranceway into the bubbles. It looked like a gate with people waiting in front of it. Were the bubbles architectural? They had to be, if people were going into them. Maybe it was a giant city! A CITY of moonstone would be even better! This day was just getting better and better. Think of the treasure inside a place like this! His eyes were practically gold-signs by the time he got close enough to join the line.
He glanced up at the gate, and his jaw dropped. It was huge and bombastic, with two guys fighting each other. Who had the time to make something of that size and grandeur? Who had the MONEY, for that matter? This city had to be full of rich art patrons, then. They were probably much more than well off. And if this city was like Valua City, then it had a fleet of people in dire need of some of that excess.
Soon the line dwindled and Vyse found him face-to-face with a blond man behind a small booth. That must be the most boring job ever, Vyse thought, sitting there and letting people in. I would go crazy! Vyse gave the boring man a smile, though. The booth man was very blond and very pale. He probably didn’t get out much, being trapped behind that stupid booth.
The man gave the most forced, fakest smile ever in return and got right down to business. “Welcome to Paixao. May I have your name, please, sir?”
“Pikesow?” Vyse repeated uncertainly. Hmm. He’d never seen that name on any map he’d looked at, and he’d seen a lot of maps in his time. “What continent is this on?”
“Sir, any inquiries you might have will be answered in this handy brochure.” The man slid a shiny folded paper across the booth’s surface. “I need your name now.”
Vyse picked it up and looked at it idly. “My name?” Probably for the history books. Just as well! Vyse grinned and pat his chest as he announced his name. “I am Vyse of the Blue Rogues! It’s nice to meet you, ah…” He waited for a name from the man.
The man didn’t even glance up, instead passing to Vyse a small flat box of some hard, shiny material that definitely wasn’t any type of moonstone. “Thank you, Vyse. Please proceed into the city. You’re holding up the line.” The man sounded irritable.
Vyse looked at the man one last time, uncertainly, and took the shiny paper and the little box into the city.