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paixaorpg2007-05-04 12:35 pm
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At long last, a mission... sort of. [Completed]
Character: Karst
Content: Taking the trains to Niflheim in search of the person called Li. Abrupt nostalgia about her own entry into Paixao.
Setting: Jotunheim-area Actua Are Hotel, the train from the N8 station to Central Station, and then the train from Central Station to Niflheim Gate.
Time: Late afternoon-ish
Warnings: Possible implications of "forceful persuasion", reiteration of Karst's goal to kill Isaac. And she doesn't use train tickets because she's hardcore like that.
This was interesting. This person seemed like they might be worth getting to meet in person. Then again... she'd thought the same of the Overlord Laharl-- ah, well, he'd been interesting, as well, but he seemed much more lively on the journal system. Even if Li proved to be the same way, every new ally was a step closer to finding a way out of this city, away from her frustrations...
... and back to the impossible task of trying to exact vengeance on Isaac.
Karst gave up on that trail of thought and focused instead on straightening up, a little bit of grooming here and there, retrieving her belongings-- the now empty sack a forgotten Elric had given her, the scythe she'd stolen from the weapons shop-- and returning the key to her room to the blonde Paixaoan at the front desk as she left.
Buying a ticket for the train would take too long. As it was, Li said he'd been wandering for hours, and it would take her hours to get to Niflheim gate, even by the much-swifter train. A moment of thought, and then Karst discreetly circled around to the other side of the train station, finding the tracks that led toward Central Station. When a rumble signaled the train's passage, the Proxian jumped... and landed on top of one of the moving cars, scythe and carrysack still in hand. The wind at these high speeds whistled through her hair and ears, and she was sure she would be half-deaf by the time she reached the Gate, but she knew she could recover quickly.
For now, she simply enjoyed the ride until the arrival at Central Station, where she employed her newly-developing reading skills to locate the train to Niflheim Gate, where she duplicated the trick from earlier and rode atop the train until it reached the ice gate.
She remembered entering this city at this gate, confused, looking for anyone who might be able to help her, and willing enough to help others-- Alphonse, Marona, that idiot blonde man... She'd noted that niether of the brothers had been active on the journals lately, and wondered if perhaps they'd found a way out and left everyone else behind (which, while she didn't think Alphonse would have, she would not have put past that blonde...). Marona had found her spirit friend, of course, so Karst didn't exactly plan on hearing from the green-haired girl again any time soon.
But she wasn't here to reminisce. She flipped open her journal and searched quickly, to see if Li had answered her question about his appearance yet...
Content: Taking the trains to Niflheim in search of the person called Li. Abrupt nostalgia about her own entry into Paixao.
Setting: Jotunheim-area Actua Are Hotel, the train from the N8 station to Central Station, and then the train from Central Station to Niflheim Gate.
Time: Late afternoon-ish
Warnings: Possible implications of "forceful persuasion", reiteration of Karst's goal to kill Isaac. And she doesn't use train tickets because she's hardcore like that.
This was interesting. This person seemed like they might be worth getting to meet in person. Then again... she'd thought the same of the Overlord Laharl-- ah, well, he'd been interesting, as well, but he seemed much more lively on the journal system. Even if Li proved to be the same way, every new ally was a step closer to finding a way out of this city, away from her frustrations...
... and back to the impossible task of trying to exact vengeance on Isaac.
Karst gave up on that trail of thought and focused instead on straightening up, a little bit of grooming here and there, retrieving her belongings-- the now empty sack a forgotten Elric had given her, the scythe she'd stolen from the weapons shop-- and returning the key to her room to the blonde Paixaoan at the front desk as she left.
Buying a ticket for the train would take too long. As it was, Li said he'd been wandering for hours, and it would take her hours to get to Niflheim gate, even by the much-swifter train. A moment of thought, and then Karst discreetly circled around to the other side of the train station, finding the tracks that led toward Central Station. When a rumble signaled the train's passage, the Proxian jumped... and landed on top of one of the moving cars, scythe and carrysack still in hand. The wind at these high speeds whistled through her hair and ears, and she was sure she would be half-deaf by the time she reached the Gate, but she knew she could recover quickly.
For now, she simply enjoyed the ride until the arrival at Central Station, where she employed her newly-developing reading skills to locate the train to Niflheim Gate, where she duplicated the trick from earlier and rode atop the train until it reached the ice gate.
She remembered entering this city at this gate, confused, looking for anyone who might be able to help her, and willing enough to help others-- Alphonse, Marona, that idiot blonde man... She'd noted that niether of the brothers had been active on the journals lately, and wondered if perhaps they'd found a way out and left everyone else behind (which, while she didn't think Alphonse would have, she would not have put past that blonde...). Marona had found her spirit friend, of course, so Karst didn't exactly plan on hearing from the green-haired girl again any time soon.
But she wasn't here to reminisce. She flipped open her journal and searched quickly, to see if Li had answered her question about his appearance yet...