A dazzling place I never knew... [Active]

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Character(s): Freya (and anybody else who might like to join)
Content: Intro post. You know the drill.
Setting: Muspelheim gate
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None


This...definitely did not look like the interior of a tree of ANY sort.

Freya leaned on her spear for a moment, quite confused as to how she'd gotten here. This was most definitely not the interior of the trunk that led upwards to the city of Cleyra. She knew there'd been something odd about Cleyra's fabled sandstorm suddenly subsiding. Now she knew why.

"Zidane?" she called out, looking for them or anybody else who'd been with her. "Vivi?" She didn't see any sign of them. Which meant...

She was alone. Mentally alone, at least - definitely not physically, as there was a rather long line of people that spanned between her and the large gate that stood some distance ahead. But these were people she didn't know, people with whom she had no sort of connection.

She grit her teeth and stood back up straight. She had to make it back to Cleyra somehow, to warn the people of the Queen and her plans...but as she tried turning around and leaving, she found there was no way to escape this throng of people. The only way to go was forward, toward that awe-inspiring gate...and so she did, holding her head high, not letting anybody see the worry that she felt at the moment.

She had to be strong...of course she'd make it back there, she reassured herself. Somehow.

For a moment she wondered if all these people were going, or maybe coming from, somewhere, and then she noticed the booth that perched close to the gate. Whatever was going on in that booth, it seemed important, as it appeared that everyone who happened to be in line (if it could be called that at this point) had to stop there. An inspection, perhaps?

As she approached it, she heard: "Name please." This was said in a slightly bored voice from the man who sat behind the booth. He flicked his gaze towards Freya, showing nothing more than impassive patience.

"...Freya," she said after a moment. "The name's Freya Cre-"

What the gatekeeper handed her so suddenly wasn't too normal to her at all - a red rectangular thing that was something she'd never seen before. "Your journal," he said to her before she could respond. "Now go in and have fun in Paixao...or try to, anyways."

The forward surging of the line prevented Freya from asking the gatekeeper any questions. She hoisted her spear over her shoulder, tucked the strange red device somewhere under her coat, and strode in through the gates...with a good few questions still on her mind.

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[ambiguouscamp.livejournal.com]

Pegasus' widening smile mirrored Briar's own as he considered the young woman before him. "Paixao." He echoed, frowning thoughtfully--the expression only deepened as he felt the warm edge of something metal press into his cheek, as though he were wearing a monocle of some sort. Tucking his journal under one arm, he slipped his hand under the curtain of hair obscuring his face, fingers carefully tracing the curves of the Millennium Eye buried in his socket. Ugh! What was this thing, and why would he have it? He must have had to lose his eye to get it in like this! But he could still see through it just fine, strangely enough.... There was obviously a story behind it, but not one he was sure he wanted to know.

Well, either way, he hadn't the faintest idea where Paixao was, or if he should be familiar with it. "I see.... A positive pleasure to meet you both." A half bow, and Pegasus moved to kiss both of their hands--rodent-like appearance or not, Freya was a lady too, and deserved to be treated as such. Pegasus wasn't sure where the gestures had come from, but he had been raised in as high class a society as Las Vegas' wealthy socialite scene had to offer, and a good upbringing had instilled in him manners and habits too deeply ingrained for even amnesia to break. "My name is...."

It had gone smoothly enough up until it came time to introduce himself, which was aggravating, to say the least. How could he ever get by without knowing where he was, much less even who he was?! This was ridiculous! "....oh, dear. I'm dreadfully sorry...." His smile turned awkward and apologetic as he combed his non-existent memories for some kind of answer. A name, a memory, an intuition or hunch.... nothing. Damn!

[miss-briar-rose.livejournal.com]

"Yes?" Briar had prompted expectantly. When an apology rather than a name left his mouth, however, Briar pursed her lips together and drew her eyebrows together. "You don't know your name..?"

It was a disturbing and worrisome point, she felt, that went beyond the tales of mistaken or concealed identies she was accustomed to.

"Have you hit your head?" she questioned, a look of heartfelt concern marring her pretty face. "Should we find a doctor?" A place as large as this was certain to have doctors, she felt, or at least somebody familiar with healing. She tossed a confused look about herself, then lifted her journal. "We could probably use this! I think I saw a classified board, of sorts."