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paixaorpg2006-02-11 03:39 pm
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It's a Small World After all! [Closed]
Character(s): The Prince
Content: The magnificent Prince makes his royal entrance into Paixao. Trumpets blare and the people bow before him. Except it didn't happen that way at all.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Tuesday Afternoon
Warnings: None yet.
Wow! This might have been the most amazing thing to happen to him, ever. At least since that one time he got to dance on the moon. The Prince jumped a few times to get a good look at the long line in font of him. Hmm, people sure had gotten smaller. They were almost his size now! He looked down at the ball in his hands. Come to think of, the katamari had gotten smaller too. Why was the world shrinking? He scratched his temple, and all at once his... head fell off? He screamed as the large, green piece of his scalp came off in his hand. He grabbed his head to try and keep the blood in and instead got a fistful of something stringy.
It must be his brains.
He was in a panic now and clutched desperately at the strings on his head, trying to push them back in. But they wouldn't go. He fell to the ground and waited for Death to take him. His father knew Death, maybe Death would take him back to his father? His father could fix him. So, The Prince waited. And waited. And waited. But Death did not come. He twitched and felt something tickle his cheek. That must be the brains pouring out of his scalp. He turned his head to the side and fingered the stringy brains. They were much lightler then he thought his brains were going to be. He thought his brains were going to be red or pink, but instead they were a light yellow.
He looked up from where he was sprawled on the ground. The people around him were staring at him strangely. But it was they who were strange! They had the same light yellow brains coming out of their heads and they didn't seem to care. As Death had not come to take him, The Prince decided to stand up. Death must be busy right now, like his father. His father was always busy. The Prince tried to help as much as he could by rolling up anything his father wanted, but his father was still busy.
He picked up the green part of his head and his katamari. He was surprised to find that the green piece of his head was not covered in blood as he thought it would be. Regardless, he put it back on. He felt more comfortable with it. The line had moved up and bit and he ran to catch up. 'They must be waiting to get their brains put back in,' he thought, 'The Prince shall wait too.'
When he came up to the booth he smiled, expecting the person standing there to put his brains back in. "Name?" the person asked. The Prince kept on smiling. The person behind the booth just gave him a narrowed look, before giving him a square. He put it inside his head, between the green piece and his yellow brains. There, that would keep them in.
He smiled one last time before turning away from the booth and entering the gate. He looked up at the arch of the trees. They had fruit! Too bad, he was too small to reach up and grab one. They looked a little weird anyway. The square was beginning to itch his head, so he took it out. It popped open and he let his fingers fall across the keys. It looked like fun! He typed a quick message before he closed it, putting it back between the two layers of his head.
(OOC - If you can't tell: The Prince has grow, gained some blonde hair, and now has a hat. He's confused though.)
Content: The magnificent Prince makes his royal entrance into Paixao. Trumpets blare and the people bow before him. Except it didn't happen that way at all.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Tuesday Afternoon
Warnings: None yet.
Wow! This might have been the most amazing thing to happen to him, ever. At least since that one time he got to dance on the moon. The Prince jumped a few times to get a good look at the long line in font of him. Hmm, people sure had gotten smaller. They were almost his size now! He looked down at the ball in his hands. Come to think of, the katamari had gotten smaller too. Why was the world shrinking? He scratched his temple, and all at once his... head fell off? He screamed as the large, green piece of his scalp came off in his hand. He grabbed his head to try and keep the blood in and instead got a fistful of something stringy.
It must be his brains.
He was in a panic now and clutched desperately at the strings on his head, trying to push them back in. But they wouldn't go. He fell to the ground and waited for Death to take him. His father knew Death, maybe Death would take him back to his father? His father could fix him. So, The Prince waited. And waited. And waited. But Death did not come. He twitched and felt something tickle his cheek. That must be the brains pouring out of his scalp. He turned his head to the side and fingered the stringy brains. They were much lightler then he thought his brains were going to be. He thought his brains were going to be red or pink, but instead they were a light yellow.
He looked up from where he was sprawled on the ground. The people around him were staring at him strangely. But it was they who were strange! They had the same light yellow brains coming out of their heads and they didn't seem to care. As Death had not come to take him, The Prince decided to stand up. Death must be busy right now, like his father. His father was always busy. The Prince tried to help as much as he could by rolling up anything his father wanted, but his father was still busy.
He picked up the green part of his head and his katamari. He was surprised to find that the green piece of his head was not covered in blood as he thought it would be. Regardless, he put it back on. He felt more comfortable with it. The line had moved up and bit and he ran to catch up. 'They must be waiting to get their brains put back in,' he thought, 'The Prince shall wait too.'
When he came up to the booth he smiled, expecting the person standing there to put his brains back in. "Name?" the person asked. The Prince kept on smiling. The person behind the booth just gave him a narrowed look, before giving him a square. He put it inside his head, between the green piece and his yellow brains. There, that would keep them in.
He smiled one last time before turning away from the booth and entering the gate. He looked up at the arch of the trees. They had fruit! Too bad, he was too small to reach up and grab one. They looked a little weird anyway. The square was beginning to itch his head, so he took it out. It popped open and he let his fingers fall across the keys. It looked like fun! He typed a quick message before he closed it, putting it back between the two layers of his head.
(OOC - If you can't tell: The Prince has grow, gained some blonde hair, and now has a hat. He's confused though.)