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paixaorpg2007-05-25 04:01 pm
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Crossing the gate. [Active/Open]
Character(s): Sheik. Open to others.
Content: Sheik arrives in Paixao and tries to reason it out. Failing that, he tries to blend in.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Dusk.
Warnings: None.
The only answer he could come up with was that this entire thing was a very elaborate trap courtesy of the Bearer of the Triforce of Power. It had to be. How else could he be kneeling in prayer at the Temple of Time, only to open his eyes to this strange place? Dark magic was obviously at work, and he had been caught. It had always been a risk to keep returning to the Temple, each day, hoping Link would return. But he had been convinced that his prayers would be heard, some day.
He had not yet been attacked. That, more than anything else, caused the hair on the back of his neck to raise, and for chills to course down his spine. He watched every person around him. While he might look casual, in reality he was hyper sensitive to everything, down to the way the man beside him was breathing. If something fluctuated, such as a cough further up in this seemingly endless line, or even the scuff of a show against cobbled stoen that was even the subtlest bit out of step to the others... he needed to calm down. He was fighting to stop jumping when finally he looked up and realized that the man in front of him was trying to hand him something. Mutely, and with great trepidation, he took it and attempted to cross through the gate.
"Wait. What's your name?"
Sheik started and looked at this person, only a single visible red eye narrowed. His mind raced. Too many years had drilled into him the caution necessary for keeping himself safe for him to reply with anything but what he did. "I am Sheik." he said, softly but firmly. He would puzzle over this strange accent later. These words... they were not Hylian. He hurried through the gate.
No attack. Red eyes took in everything as he mulled that over. He had not yet been attacked. It was quite likely he would be very soon, though. Unless.... unless this place was not of Ganon's doing. But that would mean some other greatly powerful being had brought him here, and that was something that Sheik was not ready to digest just yet. So, still quite aware, he noted that he was standing out rather remarkably and made an effort to digest body language and various other habits as best he could. He remembered Impa's lessons, and fought against the instinct to fall back into the habits of a princess. Somehow he doubted that would work well. Blending into the crowd as best he was able, he tried to remain calm and take in all he could.
Content: Sheik arrives in Paixao and tries to reason it out. Failing that, he tries to blend in.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Dusk.
Warnings: None.
The only answer he could come up with was that this entire thing was a very elaborate trap courtesy of the Bearer of the Triforce of Power. It had to be. How else could he be kneeling in prayer at the Temple of Time, only to open his eyes to this strange place? Dark magic was obviously at work, and he had been caught. It had always been a risk to keep returning to the Temple, each day, hoping Link would return. But he had been convinced that his prayers would be heard, some day.
He had not yet been attacked. That, more than anything else, caused the hair on the back of his neck to raise, and for chills to course down his spine. He watched every person around him. While he might look casual, in reality he was hyper sensitive to everything, down to the way the man beside him was breathing. If something fluctuated, such as a cough further up in this seemingly endless line, or even the scuff of a show against cobbled stoen that was even the subtlest bit out of step to the others... he needed to calm down. He was fighting to stop jumping when finally he looked up and realized that the man in front of him was trying to hand him something. Mutely, and with great trepidation, he took it and attempted to cross through the gate.
"Wait. What's your name?"
Sheik started and looked at this person, only a single visible red eye narrowed. His mind raced. Too many years had drilled into him the caution necessary for keeping himself safe for him to reply with anything but what he did. "I am Sheik." he said, softly but firmly. He would puzzle over this strange accent later. These words... they were not Hylian. He hurried through the gate.
No attack. Red eyes took in everything as he mulled that over. He had not yet been attacked. It was quite likely he would be very soon, though. Unless.... unless this place was not of Ganon's doing. But that would mean some other greatly powerful being had brought him here, and that was something that Sheik was not ready to digest just yet. So, still quite aware, he noted that he was standing out rather remarkably and made an effort to digest body language and various other habits as best he could. He remembered Impa's lessons, and fought against the instinct to fall back into the habits of a princess. Somehow he doubted that would work well. Blending into the crowd as best he was able, he tried to remain calm and take in all he could.