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paixaorpg2007-07-29 11:24 pm
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From a Walled City to a Domed One [Active]
Character(s): Rakka, Stitch, Rikku
Content: Rakka arrives in Paixao.
Setting: Niflheim
Time: Evening
Warnings: None
It wasn't waking up so much as it was coming out of a daydream. She opened her eyes, completely awake, completely dressed--even with her dark red coat, and standing alone before a silvery gate she did not recognize. Startled, she looked around. The gate was the only opening she could see in what appeared to be a large building. There was a short line of people, apparently waiting to enter. She could see nothing around her besides the building except the horizon, where the last light of the day was fading.
No walls. She wasn't in Glie anymore. But a haibane couldn't go beyond the walls, and she hadn't had her Day of Flight yet. So what was going on? This wasn't exactly like when she had come out of the cocoon, but it was similar--a new place, filled with people who probably didn't know her. Unless the others were here, too? Maybe they were inside. She got in line. The people ahead of her ignored her, except for an occasional glance at her grey wings and glowing halo. She didn't see any other haibane.
"Hello, miss," the guard, a young looking man with short blonde hair and light blue eyes said as she reached the front of the line. "Your name?"
"Um, Rakka," Rakka said, gaping at the city in a building that stretched out before her. "Where am I? How did I get here?"
"Paixao," the guard said, ignoring her second question and handing her a thin grey box and a brochure. "Your journal and information about the city."
She stepped inside, clutching the items to her chest, moving out of the way of the entrance and stopping to examine what she had been given. Should she try to find someone she knew? Would anyone know her? Maybe she could find someone to tell her what was going on. Still studying her journal, she took a few cautious steps forward. She would find someone who knew what was going on--if this was like Glie, she couldn't be the only one who appeared here.
Content: Rakka arrives in Paixao.
Setting: Niflheim
Time: Evening
Warnings: None
It wasn't waking up so much as it was coming out of a daydream. She opened her eyes, completely awake, completely dressed--even with her dark red coat, and standing alone before a silvery gate she did not recognize. Startled, she looked around. The gate was the only opening she could see in what appeared to be a large building. There was a short line of people, apparently waiting to enter. She could see nothing around her besides the building except the horizon, where the last light of the day was fading.
No walls. She wasn't in Glie anymore. But a haibane couldn't go beyond the walls, and she hadn't had her Day of Flight yet. So what was going on? This wasn't exactly like when she had come out of the cocoon, but it was similar--a new place, filled with people who probably didn't know her. Unless the others were here, too? Maybe they were inside. She got in line. The people ahead of her ignored her, except for an occasional glance at her grey wings and glowing halo. She didn't see any other haibane.
"Hello, miss," the guard, a young looking man with short blonde hair and light blue eyes said as she reached the front of the line. "Your name?"
"Um, Rakka," Rakka said, gaping at the city in a building that stretched out before her. "Where am I? How did I get here?"
"Paixao," the guard said, ignoring her second question and handing her a thin grey box and a brochure. "Your journal and information about the city."
She stepped inside, clutching the items to her chest, moving out of the way of the entrance and stopping to examine what she had been given. Should she try to find someone she knew? Would anyone know her? Maybe she could find someone to tell her what was going on. Still studying her journal, she took a few cautious steps forward. She would find someone who knew what was going on--if this was like Glie, she couldn't be the only one who appeared here.
no subject
A flying carpet? Surely such things didn't exist! But then, here was a tiny, fairy-like human and a blue-furred alien--unless she was having a very strange dream, they were certainly right in front of her. Perhaps the idea of a carpet that flew wasn't all that odd. Stitch seemed rather unhappy at the idea of the carpet leaving to go with someone else--she would have felt bad, too, to be abandoned. Then her thoughts focused on the new subject.
A festival? Such things didn't happen in Glie, although Rakka did recognize the term. Again she was struck with that odd feeling of knowing in general what something was, but being embarrassingly clueless about the specifics. It conjured up happy, excited feelings, and while the closest thing she could compare it to was the New Year's celebration, she grinned.
"I'd love to go!" she said. "But where will we stay until tomorrow?" They couldn't spend the night wandering the streets, and the light--from the top of the dome, at least, however they managed to make it seem skylike--was rapidly fading.