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paixaorpg2007-01-19 03:23 pm
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The Lion and the Lamb [active]
Character(s): Kasugami, Leon
Content: Entering Paixao, I am a sheep.
Setting: Joutenheim
Time: HIGH NOON
Warnings: None, right now. Don't make me bump it up, Weon ):
To say that Kasugami was lazy was irreverent, offensive and rude. It was also probably close to the mark. Moreso she was a slave to her whims and enjoyed feeling good over all other things in life. Probably indulgent was a good word to describe her as well. For all of the sins to be indulgent in was that of drinking. Not that drinking is a sin in and of itself, of course. However, the amount of alcohol that one consumes in ratio to their bodyweight and rather in ratio to the average amount of alcohol others of their bodyweight also consume... To say the least, Kasugami had gotten very very drunk the other night.
Now, to put this in perspective. Kasugami can drink twice of her bodyweight rather easy. (Bodyweight being a relevant term as her exact mass and weight is subject to whim). Typically a long drinking session ends with the god laying on her back in a bed of stars and wondering (for a brief moment) where she was. Usually this questioning was answered rather quickly and she was up and wandering off again.
Today Kasugami woke up with that deliciously hung over feeling (the advantage to being a god was that the hangover was quite not that painful). She also woke up with fingers. Not the oddest thing in the world but usually she's a sheep. A drunken traveler sheep. Today she was none of the above and it was a bit of a displaced feeling. A hand reaching over her shoulder assured her that her gourd (ever-full) was present. Well, she was always up for new experiences. Squaring her shoulders, Kasugami stood and headed for what looked like civilization. And where there was civilization there was a bar. Er. Directions and knowledge. Yes. Of course.
The gatekeeper of Joutenheim was pleasantly surprised when a sheep-person-thing-mix walked up to him and asked where the nearest bar was. Or tavern, really. He got over that shock fairly well and grabbed an item, flicking it open to show her where the map was and indeed there was a most established and wonderful house of alcohol on there. Then he asked for her name.
"Kasugami, like so." She traced the kanji in the air as he took down her name. Map in hand Kasugami headed off in search of The Cheap Prayer or possibly that Ginger place. Either looked good, maybe she'd hit both today before the sun set.
Content: Entering Paixao, I am a sheep.
Setting: Joutenheim
Time: HIGH NOON
Warnings: None, right now. Don't make me bump it up, Weon ):
To say that Kasugami was lazy was irreverent, offensive and rude. It was also probably close to the mark. Moreso she was a slave to her whims and enjoyed feeling good over all other things in life. Probably indulgent was a good word to describe her as well. For all of the sins to be indulgent in was that of drinking. Not that drinking is a sin in and of itself, of course. However, the amount of alcohol that one consumes in ratio to their bodyweight and rather in ratio to the average amount of alcohol others of their bodyweight also consume... To say the least, Kasugami had gotten very very drunk the other night.
Now, to put this in perspective. Kasugami can drink twice of her bodyweight rather easy. (Bodyweight being a relevant term as her exact mass and weight is subject to whim). Typically a long drinking session ends with the god laying on her back in a bed of stars and wondering (for a brief moment) where she was. Usually this questioning was answered rather quickly and she was up and wandering off again.
Today Kasugami woke up with that deliciously hung over feeling (the advantage to being a god was that the hangover was quite not that painful). She also woke up with fingers. Not the oddest thing in the world but usually she's a sheep. A drunken traveler sheep. Today she was none of the above and it was a bit of a displaced feeling. A hand reaching over her shoulder assured her that her gourd (ever-full) was present. Well, she was always up for new experiences. Squaring her shoulders, Kasugami stood and headed for what looked like civilization. And where there was civilization there was a bar. Er. Directions and knowledge. Yes. Of course.
The gatekeeper of Joutenheim was
"Kasugami, like so." She traced the kanji in the air as he took down her name. Map in hand Kasugami headed off in search of The Cheap Prayer or possibly that Ginger place. Either looked good, maybe she'd hit both today before the sun set.
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It was always hot and moist in the waterway. The walls glimmered and reflected the gently lapping water, which plastered them in beautiful waving nets of light that came from the candles Aerith and Yuffie had lit in here earlier this morning. Leon did not know what time it was now and found himself, bitterly, not caring: whatever time it was in Traverse Town, there was never any true time. The skies never changed.
There was no endless blue, no clouds, just stars: endless waves of stars that shown brightly regardless of the city's lights, ones that blinked out now and then, never to be seen again, symbolizing worlds destroyed by the Heartless. Every night, Traverse Town got a little bit darker because of that, and each star, each world that went out, was like a grain of sand slipping down to the bottom of the hourglass. Time was running out.
Would Sora leave them in the darkness?
So many hours spend training in that cave, training, endlessly training to fight a war he couldn't even fight, Leon heard the dull clanking of his Gunblade on the damp pebbles as he dropped to his knees, feeling blackness curl up the corners of his eyes like the dark disheveled hair clung curled to his cheeks, dampened by his sweat.
When he opened his eyes, he saw it was Paixao.
Leon hated surprises. Loathed them. And to find yourself passing out only to wake up in a place that is completely foreign and strange is especially irritating. He was alarmed to say the least, but just like everyone else, saw civilization ahead in the domes and hoped to be saved somehow as he walked toward them. He noted all the strange individuals coming inside the place too. All of them were giving their names and getting small square objects in return.
The lion had to quirk his brow as he made note of the... what was that, a sheep person? As the sheep person ahead of him spelt her name in the air. Kasugami? What a strange name. Then again, this whole place was strange. "Paixao," he quickly learned it was, after trying to press the man who gave him his journal for questions after he'd given him his name. But that was the most he could get out of him; perhaps things would have been more fruitful if he had asked where the nearest bar was.
A sigh, and Leon stepped ahead like the rest of them. At first the sheep didn't seem to be much interest of him, but... well. It couldn't help to ask someone what the hell this is about. His heavy boots took him travelling after her, tapping her shoulder, and muttering, "Excuse me."
He was going to regret this, wasn't he?
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"Hi. Who are you? Did you just get here too? Isn't it niiii~ice?" She raised a hand and spread it over the sky to indicate what she meant. Then lowered her gaze, grinning and chewing her lip. "It's kind of small, like a bottle, but at least it isn't raining. It wouldn't be bad if it rained either, but... you know." She wrinkled her nose at the end of that.