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paixaorpg2007-05-08 05:36 pm
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A dazzling place I never knew... [Active]
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.
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.
no subject
He'd been looking around for a little while now, (Kyon-boy, whatever had become of him, had been wholly forgotten) almost like a tourist in the way he was studying the buildings. Still, his movements had a purpose, even if he didn't yet realize he had a map to help with it--surely if he was here, he must know this place? Maybe even be from it? So it stood to reason that all he had to do was find a familiar landmark to get his bearings, and perhaps he wouldn't be quite so lost. Such a shame that nothing at all looked familiar....