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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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An illusion, or some sort of trick? No. It was definitely real. However he had done it, the highly irritating man had just turned Chris’ sword into… a large fish.
“How dare you!” Did his rudeness have no limits? Never before had her weapon been defiled in such a manner. Indeed, this man’s insolence was starting to touch on her last nerve.
She watched, unamused, as he proceeded to further jest with her by using his removed limb. At least that confirmed her suspicions of him being an undead.
“Get your disgusting arm away from me and return my sword back to normal right now!”
Chris could not remember the last time she had gotten so angry.
At least Yun wasn’t there to say any of it…
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Miranda's tongue went numb and her throat went dry and the only miraculous thing about this entire situation was that she hadn't passed out on her feet. After all, she was highly sensitive and easily frightened and some man was dangling his arm around while laughing so gleefully...
Breathe, breathe... you won't be of much help if you faint and leave Miss Chris to deal with him...
Her mind was still trying to reason with her totally petrified body and (in some twisted manner of compromise) her mouth opened again.
"Please stop!!" She pleaded, taking a shaking step forward. "M-Miss Chris was only trying to help me, so please don't tease her!"