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paixaorpg2007-03-11 04:33 pm
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A sinking feeling... [Active]
Character(s): Kurogane, and others if they so feel the need.
Content: Kurogane makes his grand (and angry) entrance into Paixao.
Setting: Muspelheim gates.
Time: Late morning
Warnings: Swearing? He's an angry man.
Kurogane knew, somehow, that today was going to be horrible. Perhaps it was a new ninja sense he'd developed that he didn't know about, or maybe he'd been tickled, hugged, and molested enough by the idiot mage that some of that magic shit had rubbed off on him, which somehow gave him the ability to predict the future. But in any case, he was conscious and had a terrible feeling in the pit of his gut.
Of course, one didn't need to have psychic powers to know that something was wrong when he woke up on cement and he clearly remembered falling asleep in a bed.
He opened his eyes slowly, hoping that maybe he'd gotten drunk or slept walked out of the place they had been staying and just... collapsed on the floor somehow, but to his overwhelming displeasure, what he saw before his eyes was nothing he could have ever called familiar.
Groaning loudly as he got to his feet, Kurogane dusted himself off (thankfully, he had just decided to go to sleep in his race gear rather than pajamas) and tried to come to terms with the fact that he was outside what appeared to be a city with only the clothes on his back and no weapon.
...God dammit.
First he was kicked out of Japan, got his sword taken from him, and had to get sucked into some retarded pork bun's mouth to try and get home again, but now the only way he could get home was just flushed down the crapper. Or maybe he was the one who'd been flushed down the crapper. Either way, something went down the crapper, and he wasn't happy about it.
He glanced around, spotting a rather loud pair of pillars with gold-colored flames shooting from the top; people were lined up outside it, and he figured that was as good a place as any to start looking for some sort of clue as to where he was and how the hell he got there.
It didn't take long for Kurogane to get through the line, since they only took the entrant's name before shoving a small folding machine at them and pushing them ahead without allowing them to ask any questions, and ignored the person if they tried to ask any. Needless to say, it was annoying.
Kurogane grumbled to himself as he took a seat on a nearby bench, opening the small, blue box he'd been given at the gate. He flipped it around, trying to find some sort of power button, and wondered idly if they published Manganyan in this thing.
After a few minutes of fiddling, he figured out how to type, and write on the screen. He also found a message board with several posts calling out for familiar faces. A grin spread across his face, figuring it wouldn't hurt to post something, but he might as well have a little fun with it...
Content: Kurogane makes his grand (and angry) entrance into Paixao.
Setting: Muspelheim gates.
Time: Late morning
Warnings: Swearing? He's an angry man.
Kurogane knew, somehow, that today was going to be horrible. Perhaps it was a new ninja sense he'd developed that he didn't know about, or maybe he'd been tickled, hugged, and molested enough by the idiot mage that some of that magic shit had rubbed off on him, which somehow gave him the ability to predict the future. But in any case, he was conscious and had a terrible feeling in the pit of his gut.
Of course, one didn't need to have psychic powers to know that something was wrong when he woke up on cement and he clearly remembered falling asleep in a bed.
He opened his eyes slowly, hoping that maybe he'd gotten drunk or slept walked out of the place they had been staying and just... collapsed on the floor somehow, but to his overwhelming displeasure, what he saw before his eyes was nothing he could have ever called familiar.
Groaning loudly as he got to his feet, Kurogane dusted himself off (thankfully, he had just decided to go to sleep in his race gear rather than pajamas) and tried to come to terms with the fact that he was outside what appeared to be a city with only the clothes on his back and no weapon.
...God dammit.
First he was kicked out of Japan, got his sword taken from him, and had to get sucked into some retarded pork bun's mouth to try and get home again, but now the only way he could get home was just flushed down the crapper. Or maybe he was the one who'd been flushed down the crapper. Either way, something went down the crapper, and he wasn't happy about it.
He glanced around, spotting a rather loud pair of pillars with gold-colored flames shooting from the top; people were lined up outside it, and he figured that was as good a place as any to start looking for some sort of clue as to where he was and how the hell he got there.
It didn't take long for Kurogane to get through the line, since they only took the entrant's name before shoving a small folding machine at them and pushing them ahead without allowing them to ask any questions, and ignored the person if they tried to ask any. Needless to say, it was annoying.
Kurogane grumbled to himself as he took a seat on a nearby bench, opening the small, blue box he'd been given at the gate. He flipped it around, trying to find some sort of power button, and wondered idly if they published Manganyan in this thing.
After a few minutes of fiddling, he figured out how to type, and write on the screen. He also found a message board with several posts calling out for familiar faces. A grin spread across his face, figuring it wouldn't hurt to post something, but he might as well have a little fun with it...