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paixaorpg2007-01-21 02:58 pm
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Entry tags:
Li'l Royal Entering[completed]
Li'l Royal Entering [completed]
Character(s): Larsa
Content: Larsa enters Paixao through Vanaheim
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Noon
Warnings: nothing
It was an oblivion, a trance, a daze, a dream? Larsa woke up from his reverie and he is standing outside a gate. The gate was sturdy, with two large fruitful trees flanking it. there was a tall lanky man with white-blonde hair and icy blue eyes guarding it, beside it was a booth and a queue of people.
Larsa looked back, last time he only remembered doodling a carp in his Drawing Room and here he is, glancing at a vast plain consisting of white icy material he was not familiar with. Infact, he did not remember a place like this anywhere in Ivalice.
Larsa rose and approached the booth. The man inside looked somewhat upset and chucked him a brochure, the boy picked it up from the ground. “How rude.” Larsa scowled under his breath carefully, not wanting the man to hear it. The boy scuttled of and lined up behind the queue.
As his turn came another man, who to his thanks looked quite friendly smiled at him. Larsa was about to ask about what was going on in the place, but thought it wise to listen to the man first.
“What’s your name?” asked the man.
“I’m- I’m Lamont.” Larsa said, careful enough not to use his notoriously known name.
“Welcome to Paixao.” He said, “Here’s your electronic journal.” he handed Larsa a rectangle shaped metal object, “Enjoy your stay.”
“Thank you.” Larsa mumbled as he took the unfamiliar object. He glanced at the city before him, then at his so-called electronic journal. He was very lost.
Character(s): Larsa
Content: Larsa enters Paixao through Vanaheim
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Noon
Warnings: nothing
It was an oblivion, a trance, a daze, a dream? Larsa woke up from his reverie and he is standing outside a gate. The gate was sturdy, with two large fruitful trees flanking it. there was a tall lanky man with white-blonde hair and icy blue eyes guarding it, beside it was a booth and a queue of people.
Larsa looked back, last time he only remembered doodling a carp in his Drawing Room and here he is, glancing at a vast plain consisting of white icy material he was not familiar with. Infact, he did not remember a place like this anywhere in Ivalice.
Larsa rose and approached the booth. The man inside looked somewhat upset and chucked him a brochure, the boy picked it up from the ground. “How rude.” Larsa scowled under his breath carefully, not wanting the man to hear it. The boy scuttled of and lined up behind the queue.
As his turn came another man, who to his thanks looked quite friendly smiled at him. Larsa was about to ask about what was going on in the place, but thought it wise to listen to the man first.
“What’s your name?” asked the man.
“I’m- I’m Lamont.” Larsa said, careful enough not to use his notoriously known name.
“Welcome to Paixao.” He said, “Here’s your electronic journal.” he handed Larsa a rectangle shaped metal object, “Enjoy your stay.”
“Thank you.” Larsa mumbled as he took the unfamiliar object. He glanced at the city before him, then at his so-called electronic journal. He was very lost.