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paixaorpg2007-01-24 08:27 pm
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On the road again... [Completed]
Character(s): Karst
Content: Having acquired a weapon, Karst makes her way toward Central Station, intending to catch a train out to the Actua Are Inn where the Elrics and the mysterious Lord Laharl are staying.
Setting: Central Station, aka the middle of J6
Time: mid-afternoon-ish, I'd say.
Warnings: None yet. YET.
Waiting for the store owners to open shop and service her had been an excercise in futility. Finally, her patience growing thin until it finally wore through, Karst had plucked a silver twig from a nearby imitation of shrubbery, softened it in her hands, and molded it into a thin but sturdy lockpick, with which she delicately broke into Folios Weaponry and removed one of the less expensive scythes from the inventory, leaving a quantity of money (some genuine, some "crafted" during her wait) on the counter to pay for it and locking the door behind her on the way out. It was a theft that would have made her sister proud (except that she had paid for the goods, so it wasn't really a theft), but Karst couldn't help but feel ashamed about it, like she had defaced both her own pride and that of Menardi (she could think the name without choking on it, was that a good thing or bad?).
I waited long enough, she thought angrily, trying to goad herself out of the shame by replacing it with dignified (and fully justified) fury. It's their fault for not selling it to me. Besides, I paid for it, it's not like I really did steal it.
Karst looked at the map again, bullied a local into pointing out her present location on the map in her journal, oriented herself with her cardinal directions, and walked due south. There was a place, Central Station, where vehicles called trains would take people to the corners of the city, and as long as she was in the city, she might as well take advantage of it to see what Paixao's Golden Age looked like, what wonders it held.
Had she ever seen the lost city of Lemuria in her own world, from which an enemy of hers had come, she might actually have thought a long time ago that Paixao was not terribly unlike it. The buildings were very old and very beautiful, surrounded by the representations of plants and animals and people (ancestors of the modern Paixaoans?), but the people who lived there seemed almost to take their lovely city and surrounding splendors for granted. They had no drive, no vivid sense of being, very little uniqueness from one to the next, despite being of different occupations, different genders, age groups, social castes, and so on. Karst had never seen Lemuria, and without that knowledge, she didn't know that Paixao, too, seemed to be a city choked to death by its own grandeur and isolation.
~~~
(OOC: *looks up* What the *censored* was that??? I was writing about Paixao, and suddenly I start writing about Lemuria??? >.<" Oh, well, it's not like Lemuria's going to influence anything. I'm not even sure if she knows that's where Piers came from.)
Content: Having acquired a weapon, Karst makes her way toward Central Station, intending to catch a train out to the Actua Are Inn where the Elrics and the mysterious Lord Laharl are staying.
Setting: Central Station, aka the middle of J6
Time: mid-afternoon-ish, I'd say.
Warnings: None yet. YET.
Waiting for the store owners to open shop and service her had been an excercise in futility. Finally, her patience growing thin until it finally wore through, Karst had plucked a silver twig from a nearby imitation of shrubbery, softened it in her hands, and molded it into a thin but sturdy lockpick, with which she delicately broke into Folios Weaponry and removed one of the less expensive scythes from the inventory, leaving a quantity of money (some genuine, some "crafted" during her wait) on the counter to pay for it and locking the door behind her on the way out. It was a theft that would have made her sister proud (except that she had paid for the goods, so it wasn't really a theft), but Karst couldn't help but feel ashamed about it, like she had defaced both her own pride and that of Menardi (she could think the name without choking on it, was that a good thing or bad?).
I waited long enough, she thought angrily, trying to goad herself out of the shame by replacing it with dignified (and fully justified) fury. It's their fault for not selling it to me. Besides, I paid for it, it's not like I really did steal it.
Karst looked at the map again, bullied a local into pointing out her present location on the map in her journal, oriented herself with her cardinal directions, and walked due south. There was a place, Central Station, where vehicles called trains would take people to the corners of the city, and as long as she was in the city, she might as well take advantage of it to see what Paixao's Golden Age looked like, what wonders it held.
Had she ever seen the lost city of Lemuria in her own world, from which an enemy of hers had come, she might actually have thought a long time ago that Paixao was not terribly unlike it. The buildings were very old and very beautiful, surrounded by the representations of plants and animals and people (ancestors of the modern Paixaoans?), but the people who lived there seemed almost to take their lovely city and surrounding splendors for granted. They had no drive, no vivid sense of being, very little uniqueness from one to the next, despite being of different occupations, different genders, age groups, social castes, and so on. Karst had never seen Lemuria, and without that knowledge, she didn't know that Paixao, too, seemed to be a city choked to death by its own grandeur and isolation.
~~~
(OOC: *looks up* What the *censored* was that??? I was writing about Paixao, and suddenly I start writing about Lemuria??? >.<" Oh, well, it's not like Lemuria's going to influence anything. I'm not even sure if she knows that's where Piers came from.)