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paixaorpg2007-02-07 12:19 pm
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Entrata [Complete]
Character(s): Giovanni
Content: Giovanni enters Paixao.
Setting: Muspelheim gate.
Time: Afternoon-ish?
Warnings: None.
It would have been rather difficult for one to pick Giovanni out of the line situated outside of the Muspelheim gate. Aside from his sunglasses and suit - both of which didn't quite fit into the style of the rest of the people shuffling their feet while waiting - his appearance matched those around him well enough. Blond hair, skin that was slightly pale from having spent most of his time underground and thus away from the sun... one almost could have guessed he had the same blue eyes as everyone else.
Giovanni had taken notice of the lack of aesthetic differences when he had first arrived, though it seemed to be one the fewer bizarre things that had occurred in the span of the past half hour. The last few things he could recall were blurry, and when he attempted to clear the haziness away his mind and eyes grew strained. So, finding that futile for the moment, he had turned his attention to the line in front of him. It was steadily dwindling, as farther ahead he could make out a gate of some kind. Golden, with great carved flames engulfing it.
From that distance he admired the architecture, and went to stand in line behind a young woman.
He certainly didn't remember dying. In fact, the very thought of that happening was enough to make him chuckle. If that had actually happened, then he guessed this was the line down into Hell. He laughed again, and to pass the time skimmed over the immediate thoughts of the people in line.
... That was a little odd.
Quirking an eyebrow under his bangs, he tried again.
The same. His mind went silent.
These people felt as if they were little more than cardboard cutouts designed to engage their brains in only the very basic thought processes, and nothing more. It was as if some sadistic god had decided the word 'superficial' needed a tangible example, and thus these people. Even the citizens of the rundown city back underground - back home - had deeper thoughts than these people.
At least this conundrum was enough to entertain Giovanni while waiting. He mulled over the different possibilities - none of which seemed plausible - until he had reached the gate.
"Name?"
"Giovanni."
Some kind of object, was handed to him by yet another human-esque thing in a toll booth. Giovanni only heard enough to know that it was a computer.
Something had flickered in the back of his head, and a slow grin crept onto his features as he headed through the gate, completely ignoring the fact that the toll booth operator was in the middle of explaining something-or-other.
He could recognize that tendril, those threads, that mental signature anywhere.
Haine.
Content: Giovanni enters Paixao.
Setting: Muspelheim gate.
Time: Afternoon-ish?
Warnings: None.
It would have been rather difficult for one to pick Giovanni out of the line situated outside of the Muspelheim gate. Aside from his sunglasses and suit - both of which didn't quite fit into the style of the rest of the people shuffling their feet while waiting - his appearance matched those around him well enough. Blond hair, skin that was slightly pale from having spent most of his time underground and thus away from the sun... one almost could have guessed he had the same blue eyes as everyone else.
Giovanni had taken notice of the lack of aesthetic differences when he had first arrived, though it seemed to be one the fewer bizarre things that had occurred in the span of the past half hour. The last few things he could recall were blurry, and when he attempted to clear the haziness away his mind and eyes grew strained. So, finding that futile for the moment, he had turned his attention to the line in front of him. It was steadily dwindling, as farther ahead he could make out a gate of some kind. Golden, with great carved flames engulfing it.
From that distance he admired the architecture, and went to stand in line behind a young woman.
He certainly didn't remember dying. In fact, the very thought of that happening was enough to make him chuckle. If that had actually happened, then he guessed this was the line down into Hell. He laughed again, and to pass the time skimmed over the immediate thoughts of the people in line.
... That was a little odd.
Quirking an eyebrow under his bangs, he tried again.
The same. His mind went silent.
These people felt as if they were little more than cardboard cutouts designed to engage their brains in only the very basic thought processes, and nothing more. It was as if some sadistic god had decided the word 'superficial' needed a tangible example, and thus these people. Even the citizens of the rundown city back underground - back home - had deeper thoughts than these people.
At least this conundrum was enough to entertain Giovanni while waiting. He mulled over the different possibilities - none of which seemed plausible - until he had reached the gate.
"Name?"
"Giovanni."
Some kind of object, was handed to him by yet another human-esque thing in a toll booth. Giovanni only heard enough to know that it was a computer.
Something had flickered in the back of his head, and a slow grin crept onto his features as he headed through the gate, completely ignoring the fact that the toll booth operator was in the middle of explaining something-or-other.
He could recognize that tendril, those threads, that mental signature anywhere.
Haine.