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paixaorpg2007-01-29 02:59 pm
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Why Insomnia Doesn't Pay [Complete]
Character(s): Miranda, Chris Lightfellow, Betelgeuse
Content: In which there is much waiting, worrying, introductions and... haunting.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Mid-noonish
Warnings: BEWARE OF GHOST.
You mentioned being near the Muspelheim gate. That is close to where I am staying. Would you like me to bring you here until your friends arrive?
Miranda took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down and think rationally. Thanks to the message board, she now knew that Allen, Rabi, and Linali were also in this city and had been able to make contact with the first two.
She wasn't insane. This place... Paixao... it wasn't a figment of her imagination derived from insomnia. It really did exist and she had somehow wound up here without really knowing how or why. But it wasn't a dream.
Considering the man who had called himself "Little Red Riding Hood" and that person who had taunted her about the bogeyman, as well as the person who hadn't typed much at all... Paixao being one big hallucination would have made a lot more sense.
"I just have to wait," she mumbled, settling herself on a nearby bench and clutching her journal to her chest. The person who had volunteered to help her out until her friends arrived (if they arrived) had requested that she stay put, so put she'd stay.
If only "staying put" didn't involve wandering minds and private worries that included the location of her friends and of certain creatures that this person with knives had mentioned.
Content: In which there is much waiting, worrying, introductions and... haunting.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Mid-noonish
Warnings: BEWARE OF GHOST.
You mentioned being near the Muspelheim gate. That is close to where I am staying. Would you like me to bring you here until your friends arrive?
Miranda took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down and think rationally. Thanks to the message board, she now knew that Allen, Rabi, and Linali were also in this city and had been able to make contact with the first two.
She wasn't insane. This place... Paixao... it wasn't a figment of her imagination derived from insomnia. It really did exist and she had somehow wound up here without really knowing how or why. But it wasn't a dream.
Considering the man who had called himself "Little Red Riding Hood" and that person who had taunted her about the bogeyman, as well as the person who hadn't typed much at all... Paixao being one big hallucination would have made a lot more sense.
"I just have to wait," she mumbled, settling herself on a nearby bench and clutching her journal to her chest. The person who had volunteered to help her out until her friends arrived (if they arrived) had requested that she stay put, so put she'd stay.
If only "staying put" didn't involve wandering minds and private worries that included the location of her friends and of certain creatures that this person with knives had mentioned.
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Well, that wasn't important right now. She needed to find this "Miranda Lotte" as quickly as possible. After preparing herself for the trip, and leaving a written note for Yun, Chris exited the inn and made her way towards the gate.
It was a bit far, but nothing she couldn't already handle. Besides, after remaining in bed for so many days, the exercise would be a welcome change of pace. She just hoped that Miranda wouldn't wander away from their arranged meeting area. While Chris could certainly understand what the woman was going through, there was no doubt that she seemed to be a bit more... anxious, than others.
Well, at least she had the comfort of knowing that her friends where somewhere in the city. Speaking of which, she would have to attempt to make contact with Percival after taking Miranda back to the Morem of Lisboa with her.
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But everything felt so fake.
Perhaps, once upon a time, she would have been accustomed to that. It was hardly any different from going back to her lonely apartment with lifeless objects scattered in a corner, just begging to be fixed, to be given life again... where the only friend she had was her clock...
But not anymore. Ever since Allen and Linali had stepped into her dreary life, things had brightened. Each exorcist was a vivid splash of color and vivacity, coloring her own dull existence with their smiles and friendship. And now that they'd been separated...
Miranda shivered, setting the journal on her lap and wrapping her arms around herself. Just because the blonde people weren't as lively didn't mean that those who had replied to her terrified message were the same. Not if someone was going out of their way to help her.