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paixaorpg2007-06-08 05:11 pm
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Lost and Confused [Completed]
Character(s): Death... and whores?
Content: A very confused Death is dropped in a brothel and, after the initial confusion passes, gets the hell out.
Setting: Ecos na Catedral [M4]
Time: Evening
Warnings: ...whores?
Content: A very confused Death is dropped in a brothel and, after the initial confusion passes, gets the hell out.
Setting: Ecos na Catedral [M4]
Time: Evening
Warnings: ...whores?
Intangibility, Death reflected, gave one certain advantages. One of those advantages included an inherent difficulty for attackers when they tried to grab you with strange vines and toss you through portals.
Yes, intangibility was a great asset. Too bad it was no longer his default setting - he had to concentrate here in order to prevent people from touching him. He had not been concentrating on that when those three cloaked figures appeared, soaked him and his compatriots, and thrown them through strange dark portals to...gods-knew-where.
Although Death was starting to figure out where exactly he'd landed. It appeared to be the interior of a brothel. The abundance of blond young ladies - none with names or lifespans, he noticed - in revealing outfits was a bit of a tip-off.
He made his way to the door, nearly having to fight his way there - they hadn't had a customer for so long, the ladies explained as they threw themselves at him, and couldn't he just stay for one night? With a resounding NO as his response, Death finally made his way out of the front door and traveled a good ways down the street before he felt he could rest without being assaulted by half-dressed harlots.
He'd never set foot in a brothel again.
That taken care of, he took the small item he'd been given out of his cloak and began to tinker curiously with it. It was time to see what all the fuss over these small devices was about.
Yes, intangibility was a great asset. Too bad it was no longer his default setting - he had to concentrate here in order to prevent people from touching him. He had not been concentrating on that when those three cloaked figures appeared, soaked him and his compatriots, and thrown them through strange dark portals to...gods-knew-where.
Although Death was starting to figure out where exactly he'd landed. It appeared to be the interior of a brothel. The abundance of blond young ladies - none with names or lifespans, he noticed - in revealing outfits was a bit of a tip-off.
He made his way to the door, nearly having to fight his way there - they hadn't had a customer for so long, the ladies explained as they threw themselves at him, and couldn't he just stay for one night? With a resounding NO as his response, Death finally made his way out of the front door and traveled a good ways down the street before he felt he could rest without being assaulted by half-dressed harlots.
He'd never set foot in a brothel again.
That taken care of, he took the small item he'd been given out of his cloak and began to tinker curiously with it. It was time to see what all the fuss over these small devices was about.